Supreme Medicinal God

Jiang Yixue gave her sister a white look: "You want to make Lan Ling'er think I don't know. If you poke your ass, I know you want..."

"Sister, can you be gentle, don't move, just poke at the ass, nothing ladylike, I still say that, I want to retire."

I heard that Jiang Yuxin was about to retire, and Elder Lu was hating her for disrupting the order. Without saying anything, she was deprived of her right to continue the game.

"Girl, you asked for it, but don't blame me."

Jiang Yuxin gave Elder Lu a blank look: "This girl doesn't want to retire before the game, it's your business."

The second semi-final began, Li Rouge against Nie Qingwu.

When the two started, they fought fiercely, and the soft whip against the flying knife was difficult to distinguish.

However, Nie Qingwu took the opportunity to launch five flying knives in one breath. The ring was full of gleaming sword shadows, and Li Rouge was surrounded by the sky.

The cartilage whip in Li Rouge's hand turned into a hard steel stick with a slight twist, dancing tightly without air, dripping and leaking, without seeing the figure, I heard Ding Ding Dang, all the symphony of gold and iron.

After the shadow of the sky, Li Rouge felt a cold forehead, and a strand of hair fell slowly like a snow.

I don't know if Nie Qingwu was merciful, or she accidentally cut her hair.

Li Yanzhi looked at Nie Qingwu's eyes and wanted to find the answer in her eyes: "Sister Qingwu, did you let me deliberately, or did you accidentally cut my hair?"

Nie Qingwu did not directly answer Li Rouge's question, but instead asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

The two looked at Ye Feng on the stands, feeling his expression a little nervous. He didn't want to see any of them hurt.

Will he be nervous a little more, or will he be nervous a little more?

Both eyes are a bit complicated, and contain a lot of emotion, curiosity, excitement, and doubt.

Li Yanzhi's beautiful face still has a charming smile: "I think it is the sister Qingwu who is merciless and can't bear to hurt me, so I deliberately cut my hair. My cartilage can't beat your flying knife, I admit defeat ."

After talking, like Jiang Yuxin, she jumped off the ring and took the initiative to admit defeat, which caused an uproar in the audience. Many people did not see her forehead hair cut on the ring, and did not know the reason for her admission.

Ye Feng threw a thankful smile to Nie Qingwu. His eyesight was much more sensitive. Nie Qingwu did show mercy to her men. Her flying knife missed a point and did not hurt Li Rouge, which made him relieved.

"Sister Qingwu, be careful in the finals. Lan Ling'er's little temper comes up, and Brother Ye doesn't give face."

Nie Qingwu smiled faintly: "I will fight with my strength, no one's face."

When Nie Qingwu entered the final, Du Zhong was a little surprised and smiled: "Brother Ye, I heard that the flying knives in her hand were specially made for her. She can also make it to the finals, and he also has a credit."

"It's her own success."

The final of the prefecture-level group took place between Lan Ling'er and Nie Qingwu. Li Rouge and Jiang Yuxin competed for the third place in the prefecture-level group.

However, Jiang Yuxin retired, Li Rouge won without a fight and won the third place in the prefecture level competition.

The sound of the war drums was deafening, and the finals of the prefecture-level group began. Nie Qingwu and Lan Ling'er stood opposite each other.

The eyes of Yue Zhuoqun and Chongxu Daochang became a bit fierce, and they saw that the two girls on the ring not only looked beautiful, but also showed a spirit of spirit, which was beyond the reach of ordinary ancient warriors.

Lan Ling'er and Nie Qingwu killed Wang Gu in Baihuazhai together and fought together. The relationship is not ordinary.

"Sister Qingwu, your flying knife is getting more and more harmful, admire it."

Although Nie Qingwu is as brave as a boy, she hates colorful poisonous insects. Knowing that Blue Linger is full of poisonous insects, she asked a little nervously, "Lan Linger, you won't put me your three treasures. ?"

Lan Ling'er didn't release the three treasures, but looked at Nie Qingwu sideways with bare hands.

Lan Ling'er smiled strangely: "I'm still afraid that your flying knife will hurt it. I decided to use my flesh palm to deal with your flying knife."

"Then you have to be careful, my flying knife has long eyes."

Li Rouge, who was watching the battle on the edge of the ring, was anxious: "Why didn't Lan Ling'er take the weapon? I didn't give her a lancet. Although it is not a good weapon, it can also block the flying knife."

Jiang Yuxin disagreed: "There are so many babies in Lan Ling'er. Throwing two poisonous insects at once can scare away Qingwu's sister. You see Brother Ye so calm and not worried at all."

They didn't know that Lan Ling'er had a magic soldier crying ghosts and gods, Chi You Bao Jian.

It was made by Huangdi and Yandi together, and it was extremely powerful.

So even if Lan Ling'er faced Nie Qingwu's flying knife empty-handed, Ye Feng didn't worry. As long as Lan Linger's thoughts moved, the Chi Youbao sword would reach out and block the flying knife for her.

Whoosh, two flying knives blasted out and shot Lan Linger's shoulders straight, Lan Ling'er flicked past lightly.

"Put two in one go, great."

"The more powerful one is behind."

Three, four...

Nie Qingwu's flying knife was put to the fifth. The sky was full of gleaming flying knives. It flew back and forth like a knife net, and surrounded Lan Linger in the middle.

Nie Qingwu's hands were constantly dancing in the air, just like a soft dancer, but she was dancing with a murderous sword dance, and every movement set off a blade of light, which was frightening.

"Why doesn't she release poisonous insects, Sambo?"

"She didn't put poisonous insects or weapons, how could she beat Nie Qingwu."

Seeing that Lan Ling'er was about to be overwhelmed by the stormy waves, Lan Ling'er's eyes flicked suddenly, and a disturbing frenzy spread from the ring to the surroundings.

Lan Ling'er's childish sly eyes suddenly became full of monstrous warfare, his expression squinted, his delicate face looked solemn and arrogant, and his slender body swelled up a lot like an inflatable.

She didn't know when in her hand she held a long sword faintly glowing with red light, a dragon head with claws and teeth on the hilt, mighty and fierce, and a cracked sword body, with a wave of murderous intent.

Boom, the long sword waved violently, as if the world and the world were split by its overbearing momentum, and the entire Huashan shivered.

The several patriarchs in the stands, except Ye Feng, all had their eyes widened in unison, with an incredible look on their faces.

What kind of weapon is this, with a terrifying breath, is it a spiritual weapon?

How is it possible that the power of this sword is too terrible, it makes people feel an urge to worship.

What kind of treasure is there in Yihua Palace? A female disciple can also possess such a sword.

Only Ye Feng's face was calm, and Chi Youbaojian finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)