However, his face-saving behavior today made Feng Yunxi's hanging heart drop by half.

Huangli's hand is not an ordinary hand, it is comparable to the existence of a sharp blade.

With bare hands, even if Huang Li's cultivation is reduced, he will not necessarily lose, after all, this is an innate advantage.

Thinking like this, Feng Yunxi couldn't help but set his eyes on the dean who had reminded Huang Li just now.

Coincidentally, the dean's gaze also fell on her, and the four eyes were facing each other, and the dean's eyes were more insightful than Feng Yunxi's inquiry.

This feeling was only felt when I first met Mu Yichen, and it was because Mu Yichen knew her origin, and her cultivation was profound.

Is this dean because of his high cultivation or does he know himself?

Just as Feng Yunxi frowned and thought, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around him.

"Huh?" Feng Yunxi didn't need to look up to know that it was Mu Yichen, but he still looked at him with a questioning expression on his face.

Mu Yichen stretched out his free hand and gently held Feng Yunxi's chin, letting her set her eyes on the ring, "It's started." ”

Huang Li and Nie Sheng had already started attacking again, and with their bare hands, Huang Li didn't seem so hard, but there were still some dangers.

Unconsciously, Feng Yunxi put other thoughts behind him and watched the competition in the ring with all his attention.

If Huangli is in danger, she will take her down no matter what.

Feng Yunxi's attention was successfully diverted by Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen slid his arm down, and instead held Feng Yunxi's hand, his eyes fell on the edge of the ring, always paying attention to the dean here with his spare eyes.

The eyes of the two met, and a fierce undercurrent was surging.

After a few seconds, the two of them looked away at the same time, and then looked at the field.

Mu Yichen had never met this dean, nor had he heard anything about him.

But a feeling of being understood also arises in my heart, who is this dean.

It makes sense for Huang Li to worship him as a teacher, but the ink pool.

According to the nature of the ink pool, unless you are really convinced by people's hearts, it is impossible to worship others as teachers.

……

At this moment, the battle on the field has entered the hot talk.

Although Nie Sheng's cultivation is far superior to Huangli, because he did not use weapons and the huge difference in height between the two, the two reached a temporary parity.

But the more back it goes, the more Huang Li, as a holy beast, has a natural physical advantage that appears.

Nie Sheng attacked several times, more or less consuming physical strength, but for Huang Li, it was like playing hide and seek with him, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Several times in a row, Nie Sheng's attacks were deftly dodged by Huang Li. It made him a little upset, and his gaze at Huangli was a little more angry.

"Get down for me!" Nie Sheng suddenly let out a loud shout, and swept towards Huang Li's head with his long arms clenched into fists, and at the same time, his deep long feet attacked towards Huang Li's lower plate.

"Not good!" Feng Yunxi frowned, Nie Sheng's blow didn't bring much spiritual power, but the strength of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy against a girl of a few years old was completely enough.

This blow, Huang Li can only dodge by retreating.

But behind Huangli is under the ring, and if you step back, you will fall, and then you will automatically lose.

Huang Li also knew that if she retreated, she would fall into the ring, but she was not afraid at all.

"It's not certain who will go down." There was a hint of treachery in Huangli's eyes.