Ghost King’s Medical Consort

He is indeed not an ordinary man. Mu Rutian moved his lips. After all, he didn't say this sentence. Why did he want to explain for Nalanjing? I don't know why, seeing him being misunderstood and disgusted by Mo Shang Feng Chime, there was an inexplicable joy in my heart.

What a strange feeling! !

Is he jealous of Nalanjing?

But why should he be jealous of Nalanjing? Is it because he is better than himself?

Mu Rutian shook his head, it was wrong to be jealous, but he just didn't want to explain for Nalanjing.

Moshang Fengchi snorted coldly and did not speak any more. In her opinion, a woman in love has a zero IQ, and it is useless to persuade her, because her heart is already trapped. If you say it again, others will I think you want to destroy the relationship between them.

In fact, Moshang Wind Chime really misunderstood.

Mu Qianyue didn't bother to explain, how could someone who has been hurt by love easily trust someone?

Time will prove it all!

Soon the Mengyuling contest began, hosted by the two most powerful men. One of them was an eighth-order emperor martial artist, and the other was a seventh-order emperor martial artist. They had already been to the City of Dreams ten years ago, so This time the two of them decided to give up the chance to compete in the competition to the younger generation.

Two other people also gave up to enter the city of dreams, and the strength of these two people had reached the realm of Tier 9 Divine Martial Artists, and they chose to retreat.

This made many people overjoyed. As a result, there were four fewer competitors, and now forty people are vying for 20 dream commands.

Basically it is a two-by-two battle, fighting by drawing lots. There are a total of 20 wooden signs, from the 1st to the 20th.

If one is drawn with the same number of words written on it, for example, two people drawn to the number one lottery are fighting between them.

Mu Qianyue drew the 11th, Nalanjing drew the 8th, Moshang Fengchi drew the 2nd, Mu Lingheng drew the 15th, and Mu Rutian drew the 10. On the sixth, the five people got different.

But fortunately, it's not the same. Otherwise, it's really hard to fight. Let the other party, and it's hard to let it go, let it go, it's not good.

This is the best now.

Because Moshang Windbell drew the number two, it was her turn to play soon. Her opponent was a sixth-order emperor martial artist, a young man who seemed to touch about forty.

When he saw Moshang Fengling, his eyes lit up and he smiled, "Where is this beauty? How come I haven't seen it on the ancient ninth floor before? Well, although this is the first time I have seen it, it seems that there is a kind of Familiarity."

Moshang Fengling looked cold, and his eyes were full of disdain and sternness when he looked at the man, "Have you never seen it?"

When the words fell, a cold breath radiated from her body, pressing away violently.

The man's face changed suddenly, and he yelled in disbelief, "You, you, are you crazy?"

what? She is crazy?

The crowd around watching the game suddenly showed horror on their faces, and they stared hard at their eyes. That look is as funny as it looks!

Obviously they didn't believe that the woman in front of them was a crazy woman!

Who hasn't seen a yin crazy woman! That was an ugly and lame weird lady!

And in front of me, this is clearly a magnificent beauty with an alluring look and charming temperament.

But the voice of her talking, and the breath on her body, is indeed a yin mad woman! !

Everyone stayed in the ancient nine floors together for so long, you can still distinguish the Yin Crazy Woman's breath and voice!

But what is going on here? Why is it so beautiful suddenly? Not only are the scars on the face gone, even the lame legs are also gone?

"Huh!" Mo Shang Fengling snorted coldly, in response, she moved her body and started the fight directly. The attack was ruthless and accurate. Even if the opponent was a sixth-order emperor martial artist, one level higher than her, there was no way to fight back in her hands. force!

This surprised everyone!

Mu Qianyue's eyes also showed a deep shock of shock, and she couldn't expect Mo Shang Fengling to be so strong! Where is this competition? It is obviously unilateral torture!

With the strength of Wind Chime Moshang, she quickly obtained a dream language order, which was extremely relaxed. She was not weak before, but her movement was restricted due to the inconvenience of her legs and feet. Now that he has recovered, his strength has naturally improved.

The crowd also showed a coldness on Yan Qingya's face who was watching the battle. Unexpectedly, Mu Qianyue would cure Moshang Windbell and let her follow her! This is a miscalculation...

It didn’t take long before it was Nalanjing’s turn. His opponent was a Tier 4 imperial martial artist, so when that person met Nalanjing, he was excited for a long time. After all, he was different from Tier 3 strength, he could not be that young guy. Will be his opponent.

But when fighting together, he knew he was thinking too much! !

Although Nalanjing had only a Tier 1 Emperor Martial Artist, her strength was extremely profound. He could even be equal to the Tier 4 Emperor Martial Artist, and gained the upper hand. After a while, he won the victory and got the Dream Language Order.

This scene surprised everyone, and there was a lot of discussion around, and the eyes of Nalanjing were full of shock.

Unexpectedly, Nalanjing's strength was so terrible at a young age!

"Little girl, it seems that your man is not weak." Mo Shang Fengling exclaimed for the first time.

Mu Qianyue's lips curled up slightly, "That is, can my man be worse?"

Moshang Fengling immediately rolled her eyes, why didn't she see that this little girl had such a thick face and narcissism before?

The game continued, and after a while I saw the referee on the stage shouting, "No. 11."

A touch of pink figure flew onto the competition stage, dresses flying, ink hair fluttering, and the diamond-shaped imprint between the eyebrows looked even more enchanting in the sun. The corner of her lips slightly raised a smile, which was extremely charming, and suddenly aroused an exclamation.

"Who is this little beauty? Why haven't you seen it before?"

"She was a newcomer a year ago. I heard that she was the eldest princess of the Yanhuang Empire. She is only 22 years old and has reached the strength of a Tier 1 Emperor Martial Artist at a young age."

"Tsk tut, it's really awesome!"

Yan Qingya enjoyed the admiration gaze and discussion of everyone, her face became more and more arrogant, her chin lifted lightly, and she cast a disdainful look at Mu Qianyue in the crowd below.

"Little girl, your opponent turned out to be her! It seems that your luck is very bad!" Mo Shang Fengling frowned. To be honest, she dislikes Yan Qingya very much and thinks she is too artificial. On the contrary, Mu Qianyue gave her a much simpler feeling.

Mu Qianyue's brows were also slightly frowned, and she stretched out, no matter what, she must meet her, since she has encountered it now, let's try her bottom! She doesn't care if Yan Qingya is from the Yanhuang Empire. If anyone dares to **** her from a man, she must be beaten even more red than a flower!