This tone made Qin Jiu feel inexplicably familiar, so he looked back a few more times.

The sixth prince did not evade, and waved his hand at him enthusiastically.

Qin Jiu withdrew his gaze, and he caught a glimpse that the marks on the man's wrist had disappeared.

With a smile on his lips, he bowed politely to the Sky Mage.

"Please."

The Sky Mage was not polite to him, and with a wave of his staff, the battle was about to start!

Although the person is already in the age of sixties, this punch and kick kung fu is not inferior to any of the young people present, one punch and one kick, Qin Jiu retreated step by step, and was almost forced out of the ring.

"Qin Jiu seems to have fallen behind."

Leeward?

On the face of it, it seems to be true.

Qin Jiu was always avoiding, as if he couldn't pull out his hand to attack at all, but if you looked closely, you would find that his face had never changed, and his speed of movement was very fast, but there was no trace of sweat on his face, and he always remained in a leisurely state.

"Shaolin Luohan Boxing is really extraordinary."

The scepter of the Primal Mage was against Qin Jiu, and he stood leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"What's the matter with this man? If you don't attack all the time, are you planning to surrender? ”

"The Qingyu faction made such a big fuss, and as a result, the head of the sect was a waste?"

There was laughter in the crowd, and the sixth prince, who had been smiling lightly, suddenly lost his smile on his face, his dark eyes were glowing with a cold chill, and the hand that fell on the armrest made a fist for me.

Just as he could get up, a flake of melted snow fell on the back of his hand.

The cold temperature penetrated his skin and calmed him down suddenly.

Aunt Whisper stood next to him, her eyes closed, she couldn't see anything, but her indifferent expression seemed to be under her control.

"The sixth prince doesn't have to worry, Xiao Jiu'er's hard work over the years is not to jump out and lose face."

"Yes."

The sixth prince let go of his clenched fist and waved his hand in a dashing manner: "Pour tea." ”

"Damn, blind man! It's so hot that you want to burn me?! ”

"Where is it, the weather is cold, and the sixth prince is weak, so he should drink hot tea to be good for his health."

The sixth prince thought to himself, listen to your fart!

At the moment when the two were arguing, the competition in the ring changed!

The Sky Mage who forced the staff in front of Qin Jiu didn't seem to stop until he was merciful, he couldn't move at all!

"When did Qin Jiu start?"

"How is this possible!"

The unique mastery of the Qingyu School is to transport the internal force in the fingertips or weapons, and it is a combination of hidden weapons and acupoints, to put it bluntly, it is also a kind of point point, but the point point is difficult for people with deep internal force to play a role, and the luck can break through the obstacles on the veins.

But obviously, the Sky Mage did not break through.

"Offended."

Qin Jiu walked past the Linkong Mage, and no one saw how he made a move, not even the Linkong Mage himself didn't see him hit anything on him.

The acupuncture points were thus unraveled.

He walked back leisurely, and the stands were silent, only the wind whistled by, blowing people's eyes, but not his clothes.

The sixth prince nibbled on the natural frozen watermelon in winter, and he didn't know if he was stupid or didn't understand.

"He practiced."

The sixth prince still didn't speak, but he felt that the wind on the top of this snow peak was really scary, blowing like a knife on his face.

He stretched out his fingers curled up in his cuffs slightly, and instantly froze unconscious, and quickly retracted and hugged his small stove.