In the audience, Qianjun yawned boredly, and countless elemental charges of various spiritual beasts in the ring.

Time flies, and soon it was the number of Qianjun who came to the stage PK, and raised the number plate of No. 250 in his hand.

Qian Jun jumped into the ring with unhurried small steps.

Compared with Qianjun's casual attitude, the difference is that the No. 251 opponent is extremely pretending to use spiritual power.

Edgeworth soars onto the stage, causing a large number of screams and cheers.

"You just admit defeat, with your strength, you can't move under my sword."

Gong Mu rubbed the black love sword that had accompanied him for many years in his hand, raised his chin, and looked at Qianjun's small body, his expression full of uncontrollable contempt.

He didn't think that Qianjun, who had an empty face and tempted a woman's heart, would have much strength.

"Oh~ is it? If you don't try it, how do you know that I can't do a trick under you, or that you're afraid of me. ”

Some inexplicably looked at the pink-clothed young man in front of him, and he had a strange illusion for a moment.

In front of her, she seemed to be smiling and whispering to herself: Are you afraid of loving me?

shook the goosebumps that had just crawled all over his back because of this thought, and Miyaki bit his silver teeth.

How could I have such an idea? I would have such thoughts about a person of the same sex.

Hmph, no wonder Shuangshuang was seduced by her, and even he almost fell under her robe.

He's going to break up her hypocritical smile today, and see how she can seduce Shuangshuang if she has that messy appearance in public.

"The first style of swordsmanship, heartless swordsmanship!"

Half of the sky in the ring was shrouded in black, and countless blood swords seemed to occupy the infinite black curtain, in the constant hustle and bustle, the bloody light of the sword tip appeared, led by the blood-colored big sword surrounded by black mist, and the dense sword tip was overwhelming towards Qianjun.

Seeing that the other party was such a killer move as soon as he got started, Qianjun made a decision that surprised everyone in the eyes of everyone's pity.

"Die and damage friends, don't die yourself, Lao Tie, go all the way!"

Extremely fast transformation method, taking advantage of the other party's inattention, kicked out with a shocking kick, and Miyaki got out of the ring so easily.

And the skills that are released in the middle of the road will die halfway because of this.

Miyaki's pupils, who were suddenly kicked out of the ring, were full of incredulity, and he only felt that he had slapped his face, but he didn't make a single move under Qianjun's hands.

"How did you do that?"

Pulling the sleeve of Qianjun, who had just stepped out of the ring, Miyaki had sharp eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer in her.

"Use your brain, it's going to rust."

Shaking off Miyaki's hand, she pointed to her head and unceremoniously slashed it.

Did you know you were going to be beaten like that?

Sure enough, he was wrong, how could Qianjun, a little white face who had no pity for the jade, tell himself the truth.

In the face of such a divine reversal, the dean not only glanced at Qianjun, it seems that this kid is not only skinny, but also has some strength.

"Qianjun vs Gongmu, Qianjun wins, young people don't go out without force, but also bring some IQ in a timely manner."

The dean's words were like a fatal mending knife, piercing Miyaki in the heart.

Isn't the Nine Domains Continent honored by martial arts? When do you still need an IQ?

Qianjun's shocking kick is so exciting, as if it is similar to the first fan.

"It has always been imitated, never surpassed."

The audience was white, and he pretended to be forced.

Qianjun, who was passing by, rolled her eyes at Chaotian, and she replied.

"Narcissism is a disease that can be cured, but it seems that someone is in the advanced stage and cannot be saved."