The cold voice of the ink stain was loud, and the short four words actually made the whole venue quiet, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

"Okay, then fight."

It seems that Sen Tear was the first to come back to her senses, looking at Mo Ran's eyes full of battle intent, she felt that Mo Ran's strength did not seem to be as miraculous as the legend, Shen Sheng and the dean opened the back door for her like this, and I don't know why.

Sen Tear'er's thoughts are not so complicated, and she doesn't hate ink dyeing, she just wants a fairness, a fairness from absolute strength.

So she responded, and she also wanted to know what kind of strength the ink dyeing was.

"Okay."

Mo Ran nodded, turned around and smiled at Jun Chenyuan, and then walked onto the high platform.

Mo Dye stood there so casually, attracting almost everyone's attention, the clothes hunting melodious with the wind, the city was extremely captivating.

To say that the top fifteen people on the Zhao List, counting Shi Zhan, who lost to Mo Zhan, these fifteen people enjoy a high reputation in the Spiritual Illusion Academy, one is because of the strength of these fifteen people, and the other is that these fifteen people are all very good-looking.

And Sen Tear, who ranked ninth on the list, can be regarded as a gentle and lovely lady, with such a soft figure, and she also has a lot of popularity in the college.

At this moment, it was because of the ink staining that all the eyes were taken away.

Ke Sen Tear didn't care much, because she only cared about the level of strength, and she didn't have any special thoughts about anything else.

"Wait a minute."

Mo Zhan watched Sen Tear stand in front of him, shouted softly to stop, and turned his head to look at the dean.

"Dean, I'll trouble you for protection."

Mo Ran nodded at the dean, she was not going to use spiritual power, but hand-to-hand combat, there were few opportunities to practice like this, of course Mo Ran would not let it go.

"Okay."

The dean nodded, smiling like a cunning fox.

"You say, why do you want the dean to protect the ink dye?"

"Stupid, of course, you are all doing your best on the field to prevent injury."

There was a shallow discussion all around, and I don't know what I was muttering.

"Come on, ink dye, show your true skills."

With a wave of one hand, after the purple light, a snow-white red-crowned crane appeared beside her, but unlike ordinary red-crowned cranes, the top of the white crane's head shone with a purple luster, and the snow-white hair seemed to faintly flow with purple luster.

Sen Tear didn't dare to underestimate the enemy in the face of ink dye, so she summoned her own contract demonic beast from the beginning, the thunder white crane.

"The wind is blowing!"

Mori didn't wait for Ink Dye to say anything, and commanded the white crane with one hand to start attacking Ink Dye.

"Alas, too weak."

Mo Ran looked at the storm opposite, but there was not even a trace of coercion, the fifth level of the king was against the second level of the upper king, and the final result was really not suspenseful.

I saw Mo Ran lightly stretch out his hand, spread his slender five fingers, and looked straight at the storm sweeping across the side.

"What are you doing with ink?"

"Oh my God, she's hurt!"

"This ......"

Looking around at the movements of the ink dye, I couldn't help but be puzzled, and I felt that the ink dye was strange.

"Hmph, you want to take my attack with your bare hands, you're too arrogant."

Mori Tears watched the ink-stained movements, and the corners of her lips hooked up a mocking smile.

Ink Dye's expression remained the same, it was still the same posture, and the moment that attack came into contact with Ink Dye's palm, it was split by Ink Dye's palm and dispersed to both sides, and a huge storm swept into the audience, intercepted by the power of the dean, but it didn't hurt Ink Dye in the slightest.

"What......"

Before Sen Tear could react, Mo Dye came to Sen Tear'er at a lightning speed

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"You've lost."

Sen Tear only felt that Mo Ran was saying that in her ear, and then, she watched Mo Ran's petite fist hit her lower abdomen, the seemingly delicate body, the petite fist, but it seemed to contain the power of a thousand catties, and then she flew out upside down in an instant.

Sen Tear fell down the stage, and before he could think carefully about his failure, his throat was fishy.

Sen Tear opened her mouth and spat out blood, and then coughed violently, and the sharp pain in her lower abdomen made her cover it tightly, and her face turned pale.

Mo Ran stood on the high platform, looking at Sen Tear condescendingly, still without a superfluous look, just looking at her lightly.

"You've lost."

Mo Ran continued, without the slightest hint of showing off, just a simple narrative, yes, Mori Tears lost.

There was silence in the audience, and even the other fifteen people who were shouting before were still silent at this moment.

They clearly know that Sen Tear will not show mercy to his subordinates, nor will he release water, so the current situation is that ink dyeing is really victorious.

Can...... Ink Dye didn't even use spiritual power, and he was just hand-to-hand combat, and he easily defeated Sen Tear.

"Mori...... Mori tears... Lost? ”

"So, Mo Dye didn't even use spiritual power, so he defeated the third-level Sen Tear?!"

"This ink dye, is it promoted again?"

The surrounding chatter came like a sea of mountains, and Sen Tear sat on the ground, her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Quiet."

The dean's voice abruptly spread in all directions, and the boiling voice gradually disappeared.

"That's right, I lost."

Just as everyone was whispering, Sen Tear wiped the bright red blood from his lips, then slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his skirt, and looked up at Mo Ran and chuckled.

"The strength of ink dyeing is not the second level of the king."

Sen Tear chuckled and shook her head, as if she was a little complaining about her lack of eyes, although Mo Ran did not use spiritual power, she could not accurately see the strength of Mo Ran, but, during the time when Mo Ran was infinitely close to herself, she clearly felt the powerful pressure on Mo Ran's body, which was not at all a force that she could defeat.

Although the top fifteen people on the Zhao List each have their own peculiar abilities, these abilities are not enough to support them to fight beyond the level, not to mention that Mo Dye has such a terrifying coercion, and their small actions are doomed to failure in the face of absolute strength.

"Okay, next."

Mo Ran nodded at Sen Tear, stood back in the center of the high platform, and looked down indifferently.

"I'll come."

A teenager in the crowd pursed his lips and took a step forward.

"It's actually Wen Baichuan."

"Oh my God, it's Lord Wen."

"Hey, what about Lord Gurong?"

The young man who stood up was named Wen Baichuan, his face was like a crown of jade, but he had a pair of black eyes like a cold star in the middle of the night, and his tall and straight nose showed the strength and beauty of a man.

Zhao ranked sixth, and his strength was the fourth level.

"Baichuan, is it okay?"

The young man's arm was held by a pair of slender jade hands, the owner of the jade hand was a slightly older girl, and her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be very similar to Wen Baichuan.

"Sister, it's okay."

It was Wen Baichuan's sibling sister, named Wen Gurong.

Wen Gurong wore a pale green long skirt, with light blue lotus flowers embroidered on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds outlined by silver threads, a row of blue sea water densely packed at the hem, cloud maps, a wide piece of brocade wrapped around the chest on the chest, and the body gently turned the long skirt to spread out.

Casually tied with tasseled hair, the hairline is obliquely inserted into the hibiscus warm jade step sway, the eyebrows and eyes are lightly swept with spring, and the skin is as delicate as warm jade, soft and greasy,

The cherry mouth is red without dotting, delicate and beautiful, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.

The pearl earrings on the ears swayed, the gems on the nails were dazzling, the gilt shoes on the feet were decorated with precious stones, and the nimble eyes turned wisely.

But now, his eyes are overflowing with worry.

She saw the failure of Sen Tear, and she also understood that they had underestimated Mo Dye before, and Mo Dye was not a simple person, and it could even be said to be mysterious.

"This ......"

Wen Gurong's ears are naturally much more sensitive than others, and naturally he heard the whispers of Shen Sheng and Su Ye on the high platform, and the strength of ink dyeing is now the fourth level of the king, how can Wen Baichuan be able to defeat it.

"Sister, believe me, I will admit defeat if I can't defeat me."

Wen Baichuan patted the back of Wen Gurong's hand and chuckled.

"Okay."

Wen Gurong looked at the ink dye on the stage, the breath around the ink dye was not clear at all, and he always felt that it didn't seem to be so simple.

Wen Baichuan turned around, and landed firmly on the high platform, staring straight at the ink dye.

"What a beautiful man, I'll be your opponent."

Mo Ran looked at the young man in the sun opposite, nodded, but then looked up at the sky, it was noon, she was hungry, so ......

"If you want to challenge, let's go together, I have to go back early and have dinner with my father-in-law."

Mo Ran said softly, but Jun Chenyuan couldn't cry or laugh for a while, probably because the little girl was hungry, but it had to end earlier, so she couldn't be hungry.

If Jun Chenyuan's wife and slave's thoughts were spoken, his jaw would definitely drop his jaw.

"You, you, you......"

, Wen Baichuan was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Mo Dye to come to such a hand.

Wen Gurong stood under the stage, thought about it, and then turned over and came to the high platform.

"I'm here too."

"Sister, isn't it, you're coming......"

Wen Baichuan looked at Wen Gurong helplessly, and muttered with a pout.

"You stinky boy, can you beat her yourself? Yes? If you're injured, don't you want to howl me to treat you, you idiot! ”

Wen Gurong seemed to be angry when he mentioned this, and grabbed Wen Baichuan's ears and scolded loudly.

"Got it, I know, sister, tap, tap, ......."

Wen Baichuan cried and mourned, patting the back of Wen Gurong's hand.

Mo Ran looked at the two sisters and brothers in front of him, and thought of Mo Yueli's cheeks in his mind.

"Sister, wait for me, it's almost ....."

"Mo Ran, as long as you defeat Wen Baichuan and Wen Gurong, we will obey you."

Mori Tear'er's voice came from the audience, Mo Ran turned his head, and behind Sen Tear, six men and women were standing, staring at Mo Ran in unison.

"You won those two siblings, and we all recognize your strength."

A young man behind Sen Tear had a straight face, but he looked at Mo Dye with a serious expression.

The handsome and arrogant face of the young man, the eyes of the cold stars in the winter night, and the slightly tender eyes in the cold and clear, reveal an irresistible atmosphere of aristocratic pride. In addition, a long silver hair fluttered on her face, reflecting the smoothness of the sun, as if the hair was slightly glowing with golden luster, not like a real person.

Mo Ran muttered to himself, the people in this inner continent are really good-looking, although they are still much worse than their own men.

Of course, in Mo Ran's heart, Jun Chenyuan is the most powerful and handsome man in the world.

Mo Zhanchong nodded, just like this, saving trouble.

"So, are you ready?"

Mo Ran turned his head, withdrew his gaze, and stared directly at the man and woman in front of him.