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The warm wind is very clear.

Xin Huaiyu has talent and spirituality, but he lacks experience, and his heart is not calm enough, and his cultivation habits for so many years cannot be corrected in a while.

Being able to instantly send out spiritual power was a complete accident.

I'm afraid that Bai Rui used some method to stimulate her desire to win and survive, so that she accidentally opened her mind, as for the next ring, it would be good if she could hold on for two more rounds.

After all, at this point, those who should go out will not hide their strength.

……

Xin Huaiyu can also be regarded as famous in a fight, her strength is there, and she can instantly generate some spiritual power, and the monk with a low cultivation level will no longer challenge on the stage.

After defeating a monk of the Shang family again, Chu Yan personally went on the field.

The strength of the two is equal, and everyone can't hide their excitement in their hearts, the duel between the two spirit masters must be a rare big scene...... What the hell?!

"What do I see?!"

"Sixth-order spirit beasts? Damn, don't look at it. This aunt stopped fighting, and directly let her spirit beast go. ”

Chu Yan also has a spirit beast, but his cultivation is only a fourth-order, as soon as Xin Huaiyu's wind leopard appeared, Chu Yan's spirit beast didn't dare to move, and then the master and servant combined operations, and Chu Yan was already about to lose soon.

thought that this was the end of the matter, and everyone felt sorry for Chu Yan at most, but who would have thought that Xin Huaiyu seemed to be tired after fighting for a long time, leaning on the edge of the ring, and said extremely arrogantly-

"Scream sister, how about I let you lose beautifully?"

It's just off the charts!

Everyone was dumbfounded, and their outstretched fingers trembled with anger, "This, this, I remember that she wasn't like this before, right?!" ”

"Yes, familiar brother, her master is Wen Fengxi!" Someone said with a smile on his face.

"Do you remember the phrase 'come, dance by yourself'?"

In the end, everyone brushed and complained: When it comes to arrogance, it has to be this master and apprentice.

Chu Yan was senselessly defeated, and finally stepped down with a crying nose.

Wen Fengxu didn't know that his reputation was killed, and complained with the big guy, "This girl, when did she become so arrogant?" ”

Jing Zhihuai looked at her suspiciously, "Didn't I learn from you?" ”

What's that? That's it......

Wen Fengsu thought for a moment, noticed the sharper and sharper gaze around her, and she closed her mouth in amusement.

Finally, in the third game, Xin Huaiyu lost to the eldest prince of the Field family.

She was very open-minded, and it was an accident that she insisted on getting here, and she was sure that she could not defeat the enemy, so she happily stepped down.

Half of the six major families have been dispatched, but in the eyes of everyone, there are few remaining powerhouses.

Shang Xueyi finally came on the scene at this time.

She saluted the other party, and the other party also politely replied, the eldest prince is a mid-level spiritual master, everyone thought it would be a tough battle, but after Shang Xueyi showed her cultivation, everyone was even more surprised.

"High Spiritual Master! Worthy of my goddess! ”

"Among the six major families, she should be the most talented, right?"

"Isn't Wen Fengxu the Martial King, his cultivation is even higher!"

"Cut, what can Wu Xiu do, in the end, it is not for spiritual cultivation."

“……”

Not surprisingly, the eldest prince of Field was defeated, and Shang Xueyi successfully became the champion.

Then, the scene fell into a stalemate, and no one rushed into the ring to challenge.

After all, a high-level spirit master, among the younger juniors, can be said to be beyond the reach of the dust, who can be the best?

Since you can't, then what else can you challenge?

"Alas, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it seems that it's time for me to show my hand, so the master will ...... What the hell? As soon as Yan Ming propped up half of his legs, he looked not far away with a confused expression.

Jing Zhihuai carried her Xuanjian on her back and walked up to the stage with a gentle pace.

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