She looked at the audience proudly.
His eyes were full of contempt.
"Don't you find one who can fight me?"
"Arrogance!"
The strong men who originally stood below and wanted to wait and see.
Then they were angry.
Bingyue Palace is a sect that has accumulated for thousands of years.
Hidden dragon and tiger lying in the door.
There are a lot of disciples who are dedicated to practice and are usually notorious.
However, they all have their own unique secret skills.
It's very human.
At this time, they all felt the contempt in Ye Qingli's eyes.
As a senior disciple.
It will be despised by a newcomer.
"I come!"
A disciple jumped into the ring quickly!
Then, without a word, he released the magic weapon.
Attacked towards Ye Qingli.
"Mental attack!"
Ye Qingli opened her eyes!
He looked at him with electricity.
"Ah ---"
That man's magic weapon has not yet been issued.
Then, in his mind, it was like being stabbed by a needle.
It burst quickly.
Covering his head, he quickly fell to the ground.
Spike again!
This is an unlimited and indiscriminate attack!
Ye Qingli's winning streak is as unstoppable as it is withering.
Combined with powerful techniques and martial arts, she is already an invincible super class.
Now, she has added her mental attack.
From her, almost no flaws were found.
The same fighting skills are constantly reflected in her.
Strong spirit?
Then, use magic.
Powerful?
Very good, I have Gu Wu.
Fifty-five winning streak ...
Sixty in a row ...
Ye Qingli's fighting speed gradually began to slow down.
However, the opponents in front of her also fell one by one.
Now, she is like a mechanical combat machine.
Everyone held their breath at this moment.
Counting for her silently.
"Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..."
Their voices all began to tremble.
It's like witnessing the birth of a miracle.
Powerful one after another, one after another went up to challenge.
However, none of them blocked Ye Qingli.
No matter how powerful they are, how powerful they are.
However, Ye Qingli is still like an irresistible chariot.
Roll forward.
"eighty!"
Everyone spit out such a number.
Ye Qingli, at this time, also turned one of her opponents on the stage.
"when!"
A broken weapon was swept off the stage.
Ye Qingli held down Tianzhu with the blade rolled.
A long breath.
At this time, she also began to feel that her strength was a bit low.
You know, after fifty wins.
The opponent she is facing is no longer as simple as before.
Those disciples were all inspired by her.
One by one came to power and began to challenge her.
During these battles, Ye Qingli's energy was consumed in large quantities.
After all, she has not yet been promoted to the middle of the king.
Her spiritual power is not as powerful.
Thirty powerful opponents.
Fight in turns.
If it's not because there is space in her body for support.
Even an iron man has fallen down long ago.
However, even so.
On her forehead, sweat beads had also leached out.
It can be clearly seen.
Her body shook a little.
In Jun Aohan's eyes, there was a flash of worry.