Anyone who knows a little bit of the inside story knows that Nan Bingqiong competed early in order to get a winning streak.

With her cultivation, it is impossible to get a ranking in the sect competition, but if she wants to make her a blockbuster, in addition to performing well, the winning streak is also part of her fame.

In previous years, in the big competition of the sect, the winning streak would be ranked privately to see which disciple had the longest winning streak.

The more knockout matches she plays, the more consecutive wins she can have.

Some people even think that it was the Seventh Elder who made a move, and Nan Bingqiong's first opponent would not have a natal magic weapon.

In fact, the Seven Elders did not use their hands and feet, and the cultivation of those who participated in the first round of elimination was not high, so there was no need to do anything.

He felt that with Nan Bingqiong's strength, it was more than enough to deal with these disciples, not to mention that Nan Bingqiong had his guidance, and he couldn't deal with the small sect?

"In Xia Jiuhua Mountain, disciple Yin Tai, the fairy is polite."

The disciple opposite Nan Bingqiong said politely.

Jiuhua Mountain?

Sure enough, it was an inconspicuous small sect, Nan Bingqiong sneered in her heart, nodded with a smile on her face, but didn't put the other party in her eyes.

As soon as the game began, Nan Bingqiong felt the gap between her and the other party, with a natal magic weapon and without a natal magic weapon, the difference was too far.

It's just a few moves, and the other party is losing and retreating, with a solemn expression.

The corners of Nan Bingqiong's mouth rose, looking in the direction of the prince, seeing the prince's admiring gaze, and the princess's satisfied look, she became more and more proud.

She decided to get the game down quickly and finish the match.

However, at this moment, her dantian suddenly hurt untimely, as if she had been pricked by countless needles, and in such a short moment, an enlarged fist phantom struck her with lightning speed!

Nan Bingqiong is not rich in actual combat experience, and the other party's speed is too fast, she is just a moment of distraction, there is a sharp pain on the bridge of her nose, and the bones on her cheeks seem to be broken.

She heard exclamations around her, and tried to stabilize her body and not fall out of the ring, but she had no place to borrow her strength, and with a bang, she fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

Wow!

"What the hell! Why is it so weak! ”

"Isn't it, that's defeated? Is this the phoenix spirit root? ”

There were incredulous noises, and some even booed.

In Nan Bingqiong's eyes, it seems that a long time has passed, in fact, it is only the time between two breaths, she obviously has the advantage, but she was suddenly defeated one-sidedly, which really disappointed many people.

Especially the elders and disciples of the Golden Dragon Sect.

She occupies the quota of other disciples, and the Seventh Elder has high hopes for her, and as a result, that's it??

For a while, Nan Bingqiong fell to the ground, and there was no one to help her up.

Nan Bingqiong never thought that she would lose the first game, and she lost so ugly that she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Or shake the prince down and lift her up from the ground.

Nan Bingqiong cried aggrievedly, but she didn't know that her nose was blue and swollen at the moment, the bridge of her nose was crooked, and she was quite ugly when she cried.

Prince Shaoguang said softly: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, it doesn't matter if you lose, the most important thing is to accumulate lessons and lessons." ”

He wasn't disappointed, but after thinking about it, Nan Bingqiong came from a small place, and he used to like to go up the mountain to collect medicine the most, and he had no quarrel with the world, and he might have encountered such a big scene for the first time, and he was too nervous.

Nan Bingqiong cried and nodded, bowed her head and did not speak.

She felt that someone was plotting against her just now, but she didn't dare to tell the secret of the spiritual root in her dantian.

The corners of Nan Xuanye's mouth hooked, and the spirit stone in his hand turned into ashes in the cultivation.

Cang Yuchen had long seen the connection between the spiritual root in her body and Nanbing Qiong, how could she not know that it was her deliberate cultivation just now, which caused the pain of Nanbing Qiong's dantian, thus making the other party lose ugly.

There was a slight smile in his eyes.

It's just that when he thought that the spiritual root in her body was taken away by Shengsheng, there was a coldness flowing in his eyes.

If it weren't for wanting Wanwan to vent her anger, the Nan family would have ceased to exist.

He wanted to protect Wanwan under his wings, but he gradually found that Wanwan's own wings were slowly plumping.

The Seventh Elder's face was extremely ugly.

The Jiuhua Mountain disciples in the ring looked at their fists and were a little surprised, he thought that Nan Bingqiong would have a back hand, but he didn't expect it to be a real flaw, so he was knocked out of the ring by himself, it was too unreal.

The personal disciples of the Seven Elders of the Golden Dragon Sect are inevitably too weak.

There were many people who had the same idea, and the Golden Dragon Sect became a joke because of this, and the other disciples of the Golden Dragon Sect turned pale one by one.

The first sect of the dignified Shaking Light Country, it actually lost such a big face at the beginning of the sect competition!

It's all to blame Nan Bing Joan!

How proud she was when she went up, and how embarrassed she is now.

Prince Shaoguang gave her the pill, her nose was no longer bleeding, and the crooked bridge of her nose was also straightened, but the swelling had not yet subsided, she covered her head and did not dare to look at the eyes of outsiders.

Prince Shaoguang had no choice but to take her to the spirit boat.

Princess Biluo sneered: "I don't know who just said that he lived up to his high expectations, he couldn't even beat the disciples of the small sect, and he dared to call himself a genius, you are like this, where are you worthy of my imperial brother!" ”

She really doesn't like Nan Bingqiong.

There are so many women in the Holy City, and any one of them is stronger than Nanbing Qiong.

What a phoenix spirit root, it's nothing more than that.

"Alright, Biluo, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak. Bingqiong is not feeling well now, don't irritate her. ”

Prince Shaoguang sent Nan Bingqiong to the cabin inside the spirit boat.

Nan Bingqiong subconsciously turned her head to take a look, and saw Nan Xuanye's smiling face, and suddenly had a strange premonition in her heart.

It was Nan Wan who hurt her at night!

But Nan Bingqiong didn't dare to speak, what she was most afraid of being exposed was that the spiritual root in her body was the phoenix spiritual root of Nan Xuanye, so that everyone thought she was a thief.

"Laughing off my big teeth, pretending to be like something, losing is more ugly than anyone else!"

"It's far worse than our senior sister, and I don't even deserve to lift shoes for our senior sister!"

"Hahaha is really happy, I saw a different genius today."

"Today is the day of fun."

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect said word by word, especially Mei Wujian and Mei Qian, the voices of the two were louder than the other, and even the restrained Wen Jiusheng also said a poisonous word.

Prince Shaoguang can control Princess Biluo, but he can't control their mouths.

Nan Wanye pursed her lips and laughed.

Her younger brothers and sisters are all talents.

However, Nan Bingqiong played an inspiring role, and after that, the disciples of the Golden Dragon Sect were braver than the other.

In this comparison, Nan Bingqiong seems even more useless.

The Nan family, who watched the game, were proud of her, and now they wanted to bury their heads in the crotch of their pants to avoid the sarcastic gaze thrown around.