Yuan Hao's face was full of confusion: "Little junior sister, what do you mean by half-familiar?" ”

"Two hundred and five, missing roots."

Duan Yifei scratched his head: "Won't it?" Prince Yun is a cultivation wizard, if his muscles and veins are incomplete, how can he practice such a high level of cultivation? ”

All right! I can't explain it anymore.

Feng Xiaoqiang walked in the direction of Yanwutai.

He Yang suddenly remembered something: "Junior sister, aren't you the registered disciple of the Great Elder?" Why don't you ask the Great Elder for help. ”

"There's no need to trouble Master for this little thing." Feng Xiaoqiang waved his hand.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched wildly, is it a trivial matter to offend Prince Yun?

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Zhou Qi tugged at Lin Han.

Lin Han knew that this elementary school girl also had an idea. So he handed over the spirit stone bag to Wu Lin, asked him to hand it over to the master, and told the master about the decisive battle between the junior sister and Prince Yun.

And he took the people from the gymnasium to cheer for the elementary school girl first.

Yanwutai is in the center of the seminary. Convent students' competitions, duels and year-end tournaments are held here.

If there is a personal grudge, as long as you sign a life and death agreement, you can live and die regardless of the competition on the stage.

If there is a normal competition, the hospital has a rule that it is not allowed to hurt life.

When Feng Xiaoqiang arrived at the martial arts platform, the martial arts platform was already surrounded by people.

Every time Prince Yun appears, it will cause a crowd.

This time was no exception.

These onlookers are in awe and envy of him, and the women are obsessed and secretly in love with him. As long as he shows up, these people will not miss the opportunity to see his demeanor.

As for the current Feng Xiaoqiang, his reputation in the convent is really so bad that he has no friends.

The thief who stole the medicinal herbs tried to climb the dragon and the phoenix in vain a few days after the academy, and wanted to become the crown princess of the Tianlan Empire.

As a result, Prince Yun was disgusted. He wanted to take the opportunity of the duel to drive her out of the Tianlan Monastery and even from the territory of the Tianlan Empire.

In short, public opinion is getting more and more crooked, and Feng Xiaoqiang is a brazen and bad character in the eyes of the seminary students.

So when Feng Xiaoqiang appeared, there was a voice of contempt and spurt.

In this regard, Feng Xiaoqiang turned a deaf ear. She jumped lightly and jumped into the stage.

Prince Yun on the stage of performing martial arts, his posture is independent. Even if you just stand like that, it's an eye-catching sight.

Prince Yun pulled out his Cloud Piercing Sword, and a ray of light flowed on the Cloud Piercing Sword.

In the Canglong Continent, the Saint-rank weapon is already the top divine weapon.

In the Tianlan Great Empire, the number of people with saint-rank weapons can be counted on one hand.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he lacked a weapon to take advantage of.

Chaotian Aya is handy, but you can't just take it out and use it. There were a few high-grade spiritual weapons in the storage ring that she had won from Quanfeng Daojun, but she didn't know martial arts and couldn't use them.

After counting this, Feng Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he lacked a lot of things.

"Let's make a move." Prince Yun's cold voice interrupted Feng Xiaoqiang's thoughts.

Feng Xiaoqiang was not polite, and directly shot two water-based spiritual daggers at him.

These two daggers really didn't have much power, and Prince Yun snorted coldly. He didn't expect this genius of the whole department to be so weak. He raised the cloud sword horizontally and blocked it casually.

"Bang Bang"

The two daggers that struck the Cloud Piercing Sword suddenly collapsed. The water splashed everywhere, splashing Prince Yun's face.

Prince Yun's cold and unwavering expression showed a trace of cracks.

"Look for death!"

The Cloud Piercing Sword was infused with spiritual power, and the brilliance was even greater.

A sword shadow stabbed at Feng Xiaoqiang at a ghostly speed. The fierce momentum made Feng Xiaoqiang's breath stagnate.

She used her spiritual power on both feet and hurriedly dodged. The lightning-fast wind cut through a strand of her long hair.

Feng Xiaoqiang's expression was solemn, with just this move, she knew Prince Yun's Cloud Piercing Sword......