Luomei and Nangong Qingsu fought for nearly a hundred battles, and finally lost - although they were defeated, no one outside the field dared to underestimate Luomei as just a little girl.

In the sea of people, Zhou made trouble with his index finger and grabbed his chin, muttering to himself: "Oops, I didn't expect this little beauty to be so good at martial arts, she can suppress her, Nangong Yexue is definitely not simple, there is a good show to watch......"

Nangong Qingsu won Luomei, the victory was not easy, he messed up his clothes and wet his forehead.

"Brother, are you okay?" As soon as Nangong Qingsu came back, Nangong Qingyue stepped forward to serve tea and water diligently.

"I really underestimated that dead girl ring, and it was as difficult as a ghost." Saying that, Nangong Qingsu looked at Nangong Wuming, and he was relieved to see that there was no blame in Nangong Wuming's eyes.

Nangong Wuming smiled and raised the teacup to Nangong Xiaoyao in the air, "The disciples taught by the third brother are quite good, quite good." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Nangong raised his glass freely, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden. Although Luomei was defeated, she was still glorious despite her defeat.

"Luomei sat down and rested for a while." Nangong beckoned Luo Mei to sit down, he saw Luo Mei's uncertain face, and persuaded: "Since ancient times, there is no first in literature, no second in martial arts, you have such skills at a young age, and it is not comparable to ordinary people." Don't take a failure to heart, as a teacher, I believe that you can become a first-class master in the future and stand above 10,000 people. ”

"Third uncle, you just pointed out a few tricks to Luomei, but she didn't worship you as a teacher." The night snow is cool.

"Xiao Yexue, in front of so many people, can't you give me some face!" Nangong covered his mouth and whispered.

Ye Xue didn't hear Nangong Xiaoyao's words. She saw that Luomei was drenched in sweat and looked like she had exhausted her internal strength, so she only threw the Ahri on her shoulder to Luolan, and asked Luolan to take care of one person and one fox, so she walked to the ring step by step.

"Miss, come on!"

Come on, master!

The two of them said almost at the same time.

Yexue didn't look back, her temperament was like a poplar tree in the desert, bending against the sky.

"She's on the field!" Xuanyuan Aotian with cold eyes, but extremely focused.

"The night snow is on!" Lin Ruhai, who was a little worried.

"Oh, this is the waste material of the Nangong family?" Su Yinhu stood by the window, her eyes were deep, "Her performance in the morning is really extraordinary, but in the finals, she can only stop here......"

"The little master is on the field, I want to open my eyes and see clearly......" Zhou troubled.

"Yo, this is Nangong Yexue who threatened to defeat Nangong Second Boy in the morning......"

"It's a big breath, her opponent is the first place on the third team......"

"Yes, the one who makes the knife. I don't know which of them is strong and who is weak......"

Nangong Zhanfei had a big knife in his right hand and flew directly to the ring.

And Yexue, who has no internal qi, just walked step by step, and thousands of people around saw that Yexue had fallen before the fight started, and they were not optimistic about her.

"Outside kung fu, it's really impossible to win the true qi of the inside......"

"A second-rate master who can play in seconds, even if Nangong Yexue loses, no one will call her a scrap anymore......"

"yes, she's really good for her age......"

*******

"Mobei Nangong shows the wind, and the ice knife technique." Nangong Zhanfeng danced a few times, and the wooden ring was cut by his sword wind in a few places.

"Night snow in Jinling Nangong." The night snow opened his feet, and a horse stood steadily.