Everyone was even more shocked when they saw this scene.

Su Moliang hasn't done it yet, why did Nan Jinghuan fall by himself?

Everyone had incredibly wide eyes, wanting to take a closer look at what was going on, but before they could find the clue, they saw that Nam Kyung-hwan, who was getting up quickly, was hit in the face by a force out of thin air.

Nan Jinghuan didn't know what was going on, he only felt that an invisible fist was hitting him in the air, and he received several punches in his face one after another, which made him grin in pain.

Everyone thought that Nan Jinghuan was pretending at first, but after seeing the bruises and purple scars on his face, they were dumbfounded.

This is clearly a sign of being beaten, not like acting.

Nam Kyung-hwan was shocked and depressed, just hit him, why did he always slap his face.

"Who! Who the hell is it!Stand up for this king!" Nan Jinghuan was beaten by a fat beating, which made him quite angry, and he couldn't help yelling.

He was angry, but also frightened.

can be under his nose, such a person who prefers to be evil, I am afraid that his strength is not low.

You know, this kind of skill of hitting people in the air, he has seen it for the first time, and this person is not small.

Su Moliang was also surprised, she watched Nan Jinghuan fall in front of her, and after a while, her nose and face were swollen, so she was embarrassed.

But no one on the stage did anything, and Nam Jinghuan seemed to be evil, which was incredible.

When he was confused, Su Moliang pondered for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and then quickly raised his eyes to look at Nan Qingjue in the audience.

At this time, Nan Qingjue was still expressionless, cold as frost, but those radiant eyes also happened to meet Su Moliang's gaze, and the dark and gloomy gaze suddenly made Su Moliang's heart feel and suddenly realized.

Sure enough, it was him!

This man always does it quietly, and he is really insidious and extremely black.

But Nan Jinghuan has no grievances with him, why did he do it?

Could it be because she was beaten by Nam Kyung-hwan, so she was helping her take revenge?

Impossible, how could Nan Qingjue, such a cold-blooded and black-bellied person, be so kind.

Thinking about it, Su Moliang immediately vetoed the guess in his heart, turned his head to look at Nan Jinghuan who was rolling on the ground, and smiled unkindly at the corner of his lips.

In the face of a series of attacks, Nam Kyung-hwan was powerless to resist, and he didn't even know who his opponent was.

It is estimated that this is the most humiliating one of his life.

Just thinking about it makes me feel relieved.

The dean in the audience saw that Nan Jinghuan was suffering such a crime for no reason, and he also frowned anxiously, slowly stood up, looked around vigilantly, and said with great respect in his voice: "I don't know which master came to my Nanxing Academy, and I hope that the master will raise his noble hand, and the old man has thanked me here." ”

As he spoke, the dean actually bowed, respectfully, and the audience was silent.

Even the dean can't figure out the strength, how strong is this person?

But the dean's words had no effect, and Nam Kyung-hwan was still beaten to death.

Obviously, this master does not buy the dean's account.

Seeing this, Su Moliang didn't want the situation to develop seriously, and then looked at Nan Qingjue again and shook his head slightly.

Nan Qing stared at her faintly, received her signal, and then stopped attacking.

The relieved Nan Jinghuan collapsed to the ground in an instant, gasping for breath, and the wound was pulled up with bursts of sharp pain, which couldn't help but make him grin.

If it was an ordinary beating, Nan Jinghuan could still withstand it, but this person's attack was so fierce that he wanted to scrape with a knife, and it was really sharp.

Even he couldn't help it.

When the dean saw that Nan Jinghuan was saved, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately announced in a loud voice: "In this spiritual power competition, Su Moliang won!"

When Tutor Lei of the elite class heard this result, he immediately jumped up and down: "No, it doesn't count! This game doesn't count, someone made a hindrance just now, no matter what the prince says, he is also a high-level earth spirit master, Su Moliang is definitely not his opponent, how can she be considered a winner." ”

Everyone also saw it directly just now, Su Moliang's spiritual power really couldn't catch up with Nan Jinghuan, and stabbing Nan Jinghuan was also her opportunistic, not her real strength.

Nan Jinghuan was suddenly injured, and it was not Su Moliang's doing.

If this is the case, even if Su Moliang wins, I am afraid that many people on the field will not be convinced.

When the dean heard this, he also felt reasonable, but both of them were seriously injured, should they continue to compete?

It seems a little unfair.

"Su Moliang, your skills are not as good as others, so hurry up and admit defeat, you know in your heart that if you really want to compare, you will not be the opponent of His Royal Highness the Prince. Seeing that the dean was hesitant, Mentor Lei couldn't help but shout at Su Moliang.

Although this is not a good thing, it is also a fact, and Su Moliang has no way to deny it.

If she really wanted to talk about spiritual power, she would have been beaten down by Nan Jinghuan a long time ago.

Forget it, for the sake of Nan Jinghuan's blue nose and swollen face, and she is embarrassed, she should take a step back and open the sky.

"Okay, I'll admit defeat, Nam Kyung-hwan you won. Su Moliang glanced at him, his tone was a little indifferent, as if he didn't take this game to heart.

When Nan Jinghuan heard this, he felt even more ashamed.

Su Moliang's move seemed to give him the first place, making him feel like a fish in his throat!

Seeing that the spiritual power competition had been decided, everyone's hearts hanging in their throats fell back.

Su Moliang was injured, and it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, so he quickly stepped off the stage and walked towards the outside of the arena.

At this time, Mo Haoge also walked down the audience, followed forward, and was about to reach out to support Su Moliang, only to hear a cold voice suddenly come from behind him.

"The princess of this king, Mo Gongzi doesn't have to worry about it. ”

When the words fell, I saw Nan Qingjue sitting on his shoulder and walked to Su Moliang's side, and he didn't allow the latter to react at all, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and took her with force, directly scooping her into his arms.

domineering and strong, he didn't give Mo Haoge the slightest opportunity to be courteous, and even Su Moliang himself was firmly imprisoned, and there was no room for resistance.

When Mo Haoge saw this, his handsome face instantly darkened.

I don't know why, Mo Haoge always felt that the Nine Princes in front of him was a more difficult character to deal with than the crown prince.

is obviously a cripple, but the aura exuded around him is not like that of ordinary people.

What is not ordinary, Mo Haoge couldn't say for a while, he could only watch Nan Qingjue hug Su Moliang and leave the arena.

Su Moliang was held in his arms, struggling several times, but he was strangled tighter, and he couldn't hold back the fire at the moment, and roared: "Nan Qingjue, what are you going to do!"

Along the way, the ambiguous actions of the two have attracted the attention of many people, and some people even stopped to watch in surprise.

It seems that the two people who hugged each other tightly were regarded as rare animals.

Although Su Moliang is not as pedantic as the ancients, she is a girl after all, she is thin-skinned, and she can't hold her head up when she is watched by so many people.

However, Nan Qingjue was too thick-skinned, and he didn't feel that he had caused a bad influence on the people, and still held her in his arms as he could.

"Nan Qingjue, I'll say it again, let me go quickly!" Su Moliang is like a kitten waving his paws, and he wants to scratch people at any time.

"If you move again, your hands will be useless. Nan Qingjue glanced down at her arm that had been stabbed several times, frowning slightly, and looking a little displeased.

When Su Moliang heard this, he stopped, looked at his bloody wounds, and suddenly remembered the scene where he was evil to Nan Jinghuan, and asked the doubts in his heart: "Why did you make a move today?"

"You're hurt. Nan Qingjue's answer couldn't be simpler.

Su Moliang was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't say it: "Since it's because of me, why didn't you help me at the beginning, I won't suffer so many swords." ”

"You need to exercise. Nan Qingjue's cold voice couldn't hear any emotion, but it was like a spring breeze in March that warmed Su Moliang's heart.