"Have you finished?
When you're done, come and compete!
” Ning Jiaojiao and Ning Zhenghong didn't come to compete for a long time, Ning Huan unconsciously raised his eyebrows and urged.
Ning Jiaojiao turned her head and glared at Ning Huan, and walked over angrily: "I'll see how you still get stuck!"
” Ning Zhenghong returned to his seat, looking at Ning Jiaojiao and Ning Huan calmly, he was still very confident in Ning Jiaojiao.
Ning Huan stood quietly, and the skirt was lifted by the breeze, which was different and elegant.
In contrast, Ning Jiaojiao is a little impetuous, although her momentum is sufficient, she can compare with Ning Huan, and she always feels that something is missing.
"Tell me, who will win the competition between Miss Eight and Miss Nine?"
"Hard to say!
Miss Eight is a seventh-level mystery, and the ninth miss just tested is also a seventh-level mystic!
” "Doesn't it mean that Miss Nine's measured cultivation is problematic?"
"I can't tell!
What if this cultivation is true!
” "Then Miss Eight won't be able to get off the stage at that time......"
"Let's wait and see, I'll bet on Miss Nine to win."
"I think Miss Eight still wins......" …… Everyone was talking about it, most of them thought that Ning Jiaojiao would win, and only a very small number of people thought that Ning Huan would win.
Ning Jiaojiao heard some voices in the audience saying that Ning Huan would win, and was extremely unhappy, so she rushed directly to Ning Huan.
"Ning Huan, I'll let you see how powerful Miss Ben is today!"
Ning Jiaojiao punched, the cyan Xuanjin wrapped the fist, with a fierce aura, and went straight to Ning Huan's face.
Ning Huan turned slightly, avoiding Ning Jiaojiao's attack.
Ning Jiaojiao was anxious, and after a few more strokes, she still pounced.
"Ning Huan!
What are you running around for?
Are you afraid of losing, so you don't dare to confront me head-on?
Ning Jiaojiao simply stopped, pointed at Ning Huan and shouted, "You're simply running away!"
” Ning Huan stood and looked at Ning Jiaojiao with a smile.
Ning Jiaojiao felt that she had taken advantage of it, and continued: "Everyone present is watching, you have been avoiding fighting with my Xuanjin, aren't you afraid that your strength will be exposed?"
Do you dare to say that the cultivation measured by the trial ball just now is not fake?
” "Huh?
So?
Ning Huan spread his hands.
"Humph!
There is a kind of fighting with me head-on, less running around, it's a shame!
Ning Jiaojiao was arrogant, "For the sake of you being the Ning family, I will be merciful to your subordinates." ” "Really?
But I'm afraid you'll end up badly.
Ning Huan reminded with a low chuckle.
"What else do you have besides being a little bit more talkative!
Come on!
Don't hide anymore!
Ning Jiaojiao said angrily, turned her fist into a palm, and turned her strength into a head-on attack on Ning Huan.
Ning Huan didn't dodge away this time, but raised his palms to greet him.
Cyan Xuanjin!
It's also cyan!
There was an uproar at the scene- "It's true!
Miss Nine is really a seventh-level mystic!
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” "Xuanjin is out, this can't be faked, Miss Nine is simply my goddess!"
"Miss Nine is too powerful, I also want to worship Miss Nine as a goddess!"
"Miss Eight can't end it now!"
…… Ning Jiaojiao didn't expect Ning Huan to fight head-on at all, and she didn't expect Ning Huan's Xuan Jin to be really a seventh-level Xuan disciple!
She looked at it in a daze, and forgot to respond for a moment!
Two forces collided and intertwined in one place- Rumble!
Ning Jiaojiao didn't react at all, and was directly knocked away!
Bang!
I fell not far away, and I couldn't get up for a long time!
The crowd at the scene almost went crazy, because it was so shocking!
Looking at Ning Huan again, he calmly collected his momentum and walked towards Ning Jiaojiao.