Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 78 Xu Mingchao VS Ji Ruxue

Ye Tianhe just raised his hand slightly, and Chen Yang flew down under the competition platform with his sword.

Crowd: ...

Good guy, is this the speed version of the sect competition?

Feng Xiaodie, who was lying on the side on the high platform, also seemed to feel a little unbelievable. He coughed lightly, moved his body slightly, and said loudly: "In the second competition, Ye Tianhe, a member of the Lingyue Venerable Qingya Mountain of the Spirit Sword School, won. .”

Ye Tianhe jumped off the competition platform, stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Yang up from the ground.

"Junior Brother Chen, I'm sorry."

Chen Yang quickly shook his square head like a rattle, swallowed, and said in a low voice: "It's because my level is too low, this... this has nothing to do with Senior Brother Ye."

Ning Zhao, who stood aside and witnessed the whole process of the competition, silently rolled his eyes.

Ye Tianhe's move just now, no matter how you look at it, is beyond the strength of the initial stage of foundation establishment.Ah bah, even a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment can't slap a monk in the late stage of Qi refining with a single slap, Ye Tianhe is... he said it nicely, but he is not soft on his hands at all.

Ye Tianhe pulled Chen Yang up, but he didn't return to the crowd. He just raised his head slightly and looked at the direction of Venerable Lingyue on the high platform at a 45-degree angle, his eyes were full of sadness.

Ning Zhao looked at the three points of coldness, three points of infatuation, two points of sadness, and two points of pain in his eyes. These four emotions formed a complete fan-shaped statistical chart.

Tsk, another infatuated person hurt by love and trapped by love.

Ning Yan also noticed something was wrong with Ye Tianhe, he quietly moved to Ning Zhao's side, gossip flashed in his eyes.

"Azhao, Azhao, look at Tianhe, he...why doesn't this look quite right?"

Ning Yan rubbed his head, thought for a while, hesitantly said, "With his appearance, why...why does he look so much like the big yellow dog in front of our house a few years ago?"

"It always likes to look at the butcher shop with such eyes."

Ning Zhao: I suspect that you are mocking Ye Tianhe, but there is no evidence.

Ning Yan turned his head to look at Xu Mingchao who was standing on the side again. He folded his arms and lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Ming Dynasty?"

"Ming Dynasty?"

Ning Yan called out twice before Xu Mingchao raised his head to look at him.

Ning Zhao noticed that Xu Mingchao's wheat-colored face had a slight blush, which seemed a little abnormal, as if he was sick.

Naturally, Ning Yan also noticed it. He let out a snort, leaned in front of Xu Mingchao, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and then touched Xu Mingchao's forehead.

"You don't have a fever, why is your face so red?"

"Even dark skin can't hide it."

Xu Mingchao raised his head to look at the puzzled Ning Yan, the corners of his mouth were pressed down by two points, and he remained silent.

This really made him not know how to answer it.

Xiaowogua: I announce that Ning Yan has won the title of the best make-up player in this game!
At the same time, Venerable Fu Xi's voice sounded, "Please invite the two little friends who got the No. [-] wooden lottery to go to the competition stage to fight."

Xu Mingchao lowered his arms and walked towards the competition stage with his long sword in hand.

Ning Yan looked at his back, feeling a little worried, "Azhao, explain what's going on, I think he has a high fever. There is no sign of fever... even a little cooler than me."

"That's not right. Since there is a high fever, there should also be a low-grade fever. Maybe... Maybe Ming Dynasty has a low-grade fever."

Ning Yan thought that he had thought of a reasonable explanation, so he chuckled and looked at the figure walking up the competition stage through the crowd in front of him, and exclaimed, "Why is it him!"

Ning Zhao looked up, only to see Ji Ruxue, who was wearing a vermilion dress, straightened the corners of her clothes, and walked up to the competition stage.

Ji Ruxue also drew the No. [-] wooden pick?
Ning Zhao looked at the two people standing on the stage who were evenly matched, and for a moment he didn't know who to bet on to win.

Xu Mingchao did have two brushes, but Ji Ruxue had obtained the treasured red silk wrap in the Xuantian Cave Mansion earlier, so she should work hard to cultivate in the next three months.

From this point of view, the cultivation bases of the two of them should be about the same, both of them are between the middle stage of Golden Core and the late stage of Golden Core.

Ji Ruxue nodded slightly, "Ji Ruxue, disciple of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, please enlighten me."

Xu Mingchao didn't move for a while, as if he was wandering in outer space.

Ji Ruxue raised her voice slightly again, and repeated, "Ji Ruxue, disciple of Wanhua Valley, please enlighten me!"

Only then did Xu Mingchao come to his senses. He nodded to Ji Ruxue, but he didn't say "XXX disciple Xu Mingchao, please enlighten me", but looked at Feng Xiaodie on the high platform, and said in a deep voice: "I Admit defeat."

Feng Xiaodie was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized, and asked in a voiceless voice: "Are you sure?"

Xu Mingchao nodded, without even looking at Ji Ruxue, his eyes wandered from Feng Xiaodie's body to the ground, and said in a low voice, "He is not my opponent."

As soon as Ji Ruxue heard these words, she jumped up, her snow-white face flushed red, like a firecracker being lit, she rushed out with a whoosh.

He transformed a spiritual dagger and pressed it against Xu Mingchao's neck, with uncontrollable anger in his voice, "Xu Mingchao, who is not your opponent?"

"Do you think I, Ji Ruxue, are cats and dogs on the road?"

Xu Mingchao was not worried about the dagger on his neck. He shook his head and focused his eyes on Ning Zhao, who was eating melons online.

It took him a while before he said softly: "I am not participating in the Zongmen competition to advance."

"You are not the opponent I want to compete with."

Ji Ruxue understood, but she didn't take back her hand. She still put her hand on Xu Mingchao's neck, raised the corners of her lips and sneered, and said loudly: "Xu Mingchao, Xu Mingchao, just admit that your skills are inferior to others, you are... you Are you scared off by me?"

Feng Xiaodie gave Ji Ruxue a disapproving look, and just as she was about to ask Ji Ruxue to let go of Xu Mingchao, she saw that the situation where Ji Ruxue had the upper hand had changed.

Xu Mingchao hit Ji Ruxue's abdomen with one hand, raised his foot to kick, and then clasped his left hand again.

Everyone only saw that Xu Mingchao pinched Ji Ruxue, who was still full of pride just now, by the neck, and was firmly restrained in a deep bowing posture.

Feng Xiaodie: ...Do you really want to provoke him?
Feng Xiaodie was so angry that she almost stomped her feet. If Ji Ruxue didn't play tricks just now, wouldn't Xu Mingchao just admit defeat and abstain?He can also advance to the next round without breaking a sweat.

Fortunately, Xu Mingchao has advanced to the next round.

Ji Ruxue's fox eyes were about to sparkle, although he was the one under control, he wasn't worried at all, and kept yelling and cursing: "Xu Mingchao, what kind of gentleman are you doing sneak attacks? "

"Xu Mingchao, you have already admitted defeat, why are you still making moves?"

"Xu Mingchao, let me go! You don't talk about martial arts!"

Ji Ruxue seemed to have completely forgotten that it was the one who launched the sneak attack and wanted to control the opponent, and who knew that the opponent surrendered and was still relentless.

Ning Zhao looked at Ji Ruxue whose face was flushed into a pig's liver, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

She turned sideways, meeting Yin Ziqi's gaze.

Yin Ziqi learned the previous lesson, she just opened her mouth and made a few mouth shapes, but didn't make any sound.

Ning Zhao clearly saw that these mouth shapes were three characters.

"real,"

"No,"

"Taste!"

(End of this chapter)