Ghost King’s Medical Consort

So Fengyue Pavilion won this game without any suspense.

Looking at the competition table, Mu Rufeng's eyes showed a trace of tension that he didn't even notice.

"Big brother, don't worry, Xiao Xiao will be fine, the sword in her hand is not easy." Mu Qianyue looked at him sideways, pursing her lips and smiling.

Mu Rufeng's cold face turned red and nodded.

Suddenly, Tian Shuo's shocked voice resounded in Mu Qianyue's mind, "Ice Exquisite Body? Hiss! I didn't expect to meet Frosty Exquisite Body here!"

Mu Qianyue was stunned when she heard the words, and replied in her mind, "What is an exquisite ice body?"

"The cold and exquisite physique is a very mysterious physique, passed down from ancient times. People with this physique are basically women. No, only a woman can have this physique, but it's not just a woman. With such a physique, it’s a rare encounter in thousands of years. The Ling Bing Linglong body is very fast in cultivation speed, and there are no restrictions.” Tian Shuo explained, the divine consciousness swept the comparison table Tong Xiaoxiao, and continued. "It seems that her physique is not low."

"Listening to you, it seems that this cold and exquisite body is more powerful than my Azure Dragon bloodline." A bright light flashed through Mu Qianyue's eyes, her eyes staring at the figure on the competition platform.

"The power of the Qinglong bloodline should surpass the Frozen Linglong body. In ancient times, there were six bloodlines coexisting, Yanhuang, Qinglong, Vermilion, Basalt, White Tiger, and Teng Snake. Among the six bloodlines, the Yanhuang bloodline is the first, and the Qinglong second It...Under these six bloodlines, there are seven strange physiques, among which is this ice exquisite body." Tian Shuo said slowly.

Six bloodlines, seven physiques!

Mu Qianyue suddenly felt that she still knew too little about this world, she was just the tip of the iceberg, and she was more like a grain of sand in the great world. If it weren't for Tian Shuo by his side, it is estimated that the planes that I can contact and understand would be even more pitiful!

At this time, the competition has already begun on stage.

"Feiyu Meteor!" Tong Xiaoxiao snorted, and the Ice Thunder God Sword in his hand danced quickly.

The swordsmanship is elegant and light, the blue long sword pulls out a dazzling blue light in the air, and the sky is like a meteor shower, like a dream.

The elegant figure and swordsmanship are breathtaking, and even make people forget that this is a fierce battle, more like a wonderful dance!

The steps under his feet flashed, and in a blink of an eye, the entire comparison table was covered with small figures, and the blue sword shadow even wrapped the entire comparison table.

Ding Ding Ding...

Crisp collisions sounded one after another, and fire flashed. Facing Tong Xiaoxiao’s powerful attack, the Qin family disciples and Fang family disciples hurriedly resisted with their swords, but they didn’t seem to be of any use, as can be seen from the expressions on their faces. , The two of them were forced to retreat under the overwhelming sword light, they could only resist blindly, and could not even send out any active attacks.

This scene made people stunned, especially the two Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Qin. The expressions on their faces were extremely ugly, as if they had eaten a fly, so uncomfortable, damn, why this woman is so strong! Such a strong explosive power, both Tier 4, and facing the attack of two people, can actually still have the upper hand!

If this match is lost, the last match will not be used at all. Fengyue Pavilion can completely occupy half of the right to use the Qingyuan in Monan!

In this way they lose a lot! The original intention of the game was to strike at Fengyue Pavilion, and it would be better to break up Fengyue Pavilion instead of sending it to the territory of Monan Qingyuan.

"Qianshan Muxue!"

Suddenly, Tong Xiaoxiao let out a soft drink, and the previously dreamlike and ethereal sword technique became fierce and domineering.

The shadow of the sword like a meteor shower condensed in the sky a bunch of icy blue snowflakes, the temperature in the air seemed to drop suddenly, the sword aura was bitter, murderous, and the cold light turned towards the Qin and Fang disciples. Shot away.

Countless snowflake sword blades hit the two people, followed by two screams, the two people were knocked out at the same time, fell off the competition platform severely, and fell to the ground wailing in pain .

The complexions of Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Qin completely turned gloomy, their hands were tightly clenched together, their faces were filled with anger, and they lost again!

There was no suspense in losing both games! Originally, according to Fengyue Pavilion's strength, it was impossible to win at all. Except for Tong Xiaoxiao, the others were very weak, but suddenly three young men and women came in Fengyue, and the situation seemed to have changed a lot.

In addition to sending Tong Xiaoxiao and Ye Hanqing in Fengyue Pavilion, there was also a purple-clothed girl and a white-clothed man who did not move. They intuitively told them that the strength of these two people was even more terrifying! Better than Tong Xiaoxiao! In this case, there is no need to compare in the third game!

However, they were not reconciled to just abandon the territory of Monan Qingyuan!

Fang Yiran looked at Tong Xiaoxiao's figure with a bit of hatred. Her age was as old as her, but her strength was far from what she could compare. It was really hateful. Moreover, this Tong Xiaoxiao seems to be entangled with Rufeng frequently. Rufeng doesn't even look at herself now, it must be because of her!

A touch of surprise flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. Whether it was Tong Xiaoxiao or the girl in purple, it was obviously much better than Fang Yiran. Before, he thought that Fang Yiran's talent was quite good, but now, he thinks she is weak, except for her beautiful appearance, but it seems that even her appearance has become dull at this moment.

"The third game, I'll come." Mu Qianyue sneered at the corner of her mouth, her beautiful face was frosty, she lifted her feet lightly, and was about to walk towards the competition platform.

Patriarch Fang suddenly stood up and shouted, "Wait."

"I don't know what Patriarch Fang has to advise?" Mu Qianyue turned around, a trace of contempt flashed in her scribbled eyes.

"Elder Xietian, City Master Lin, I want to change the rules of the competition in the last competition." Patriarch Fang looked at Xietian, City Master Lin and others and said.

"Oh, let's just listen." Patriarch Qin's eyes shone, and he said quickly. He also knew that if he continued to compare like this, he would definitely lose. In the end, he might only get one third of the half of Monan Qingyuan. He naturally Will not be reconciled.

"You can speak out and see." City Lord Lin also nodded.

"Let's talk." Xietian said lazily.

Patriarch Fang showed a calculating light on his face, turned back to look at Mu Rufeng and the people beside him, a strange cold light flashed quickly in his eyes, "The last match was changed to send three disciples from each family to Monan. Qingyuan hunts the dragon eagle, who can hunt the dragon eagle before the sun sets, then the territory of Monan Qingyuan belongs to whoever, including our family's territory."

"Do you mean that the previous games are not counted?" Mu Rufeng sneered. It is really a good calculation. If they do something in the last game in Monan Qingyuan, Fengyue Pavilion will definitely suffer.