Jing Ge followed the big white hair, and quarreled with the little phoenix with a comfortable face.

Murong Li was no longer visible on the playing field, and when she left the field, Murong Li was carried down on a stretcher.

At this moment, it should still be treated.

However, her leg was not cured.

If you hurt your kneecap, you won't necessarily be able to walk, but Jing Ge is a practitioner, she knows where to kick it off, and what force to use to make Murong Li's kneecap never repair.

Jing Ge suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Jing Ge's next game hadn't started yet, and she began to watch the game of the Seven Princes with interest.

In this game, the Seven Princes faced Meng Feifei, who was promoted from beginning to end.

Meng Feifei is a boy with a tiger's face, a mouth of white teeth, and when he laughs, he will show the small tiger teeth on both sides.

Dark skin is not born dark, but the acquired complexion, giving people a very healthy and sunny feeling.

Meng Feifei is estimated to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his height is less than one meter seven, but the proportions of his body are extremely good.

However, standing in front of the Seventh Prince, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, he looks a little petite.

"The Seventh Prince, offended. Meng Feifei stood on the opposite corner of the Seven Princes and bowed.

Then his body moved slightly, and he took out two handfuls from the lower back position...... Woodcutter!

Or two woodcutters that are somewhat dull and rusty.

Meng Feifei went all the way to the promotion, and this duel with the Seven Princes was his first competition since he competed, and it was also the first time he showed his weapons in front of others.

"Hahaha......" The stands burst into laughter.

"Look, what is that kid holding in his hand? Woodcutter? Oh my God, has he been kicked in the head by a donkey? He actually took two woodcutters to compete with the Seventh Prince?"

"I'm afraid I'm a fool. ”

"Hahaha, isn't this the lucky guy who signed all the way to the promotion?"

"Hey, boy, you'd better surrender as soon as possible, don't lose too ugly for a while. ”

"Hahaha......"

Ten people in the stands laughed with their bellies in their hands.

Only Jing Ge's gaze always fell on Meng Feifei.

The jade pendant on Jing Ge's chest also moved a few times.

"Do you see?" Jing Ge asked Little Phoenix.

"Well, that kid is very strange, I can't see what kind of cultivation it is, but it gives people a pure feeling. ”

"This competition is probably a tough battle for Murong Li. Jing Ge raised his eyebrows and said.

"What then, or shall I help secretly?" the little phoenix remembered her plan.

"Why do you want to help?" Jing Ge asked rhetorically.

"Don't you want the Seventh Prince to enter the finals, and then teach the prince that scum a hard lesson?"

"Have you forgotten the way you played in the first half of the finals? compete in turns, earn points, and even if the Seven Princes can't make it to the finals, he will face the crown prince in this round. ”

"So that's it?"

"What? are you reluctant to let him lose?" Jing Ge touched the jade pendant on his chest, his mouth did not open, and his voice passed directly over: "Or do you have feelings for each other with the Seventh Prince during this time?"

"How...... How is that possible, I ...... I just see that he works hard, so I don't want to see him lose. ”

"You should pray that he doesn't make it to the final, otherwise if he meets me, he'll just lose even more ugly. Jing Ge said with great confidence.

"You narcissistic woman. ”

"It's not narcissism, it's self-confidence. Jing Ge raised his lips and said.