My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

She just sat in the audience, and Luo Heng and others also came over.

It turned out that several people wanted to catch a glimpse of Senior Brother Jiang Qingyu.

Several people sat in rows, staring at Tang Yuan who was showing off his talents on the ring.

I saw the changes in the shape of the colorful clothes in Tang Yuan's hand, the colorful umbrella shocked the crowd, and the Fenghua Sword was left alone in the world.

In the end, it transformed into a red plum and ink-colored silk, dancing like a dragon in the wind. It tied up the opponent and threw him out of the ring. The process did not even take half a stick of incense.

The audience burst into amazing applause and screams.

Everyone cheered for Tang Yuan, the Wuya Sword Sect who came out halfway.

How should I put it, it is absolute suppression.

It's about looking up to the strong, it has nothing to do with the sect, it's purely because Tang Yuan is strong enough.

"Strong, this is really strong!"

After reading it, Qingfeng Mingyue all raised their thumbs up and gave thumbs up. The two of them had exactly the same expressions. They deserved to be said, they were indeed Taoist couples.

Because there was still one game left in the Transformation Stage and the order of the finals would be drawn, Tang Yuan did not leave the field directly as usual.

So wherever he went, there would always be girls passing by, but Tang Yuan chose to ignore this situation.

There was a burst of cheers in the Nascent Soul stage, it was Mo You and Guan Lingying who were about to take the stage.

Jiang Qingyu and Luo Heng looked at each other, said goodbye to Qingfeng Mingyue, and they headed towards the Nascent Soul stage.

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Qun Yushan.

The osmanthus flowers all over the mountain are still fragrant and fragrant. In front of the courtyard of the small building with carved railings and jade walls, an osmanthus tree spreads its branches and sways its fragrance to the ground.

The fragrance of tea lingers, and the sound of the piano is faint.

Such is the joy of immortals, the man in green is drunk from the osmanthus tree, and the immortal in white is banished to burn incense and play the harp.

"Zheng-"

As the last syllable fell, the banished immortal in white waved his hand and put the piano away. He took a sip of tea with an indifferent expression and lightly opened his thin lips: "I drank the wine and listened to the piano. You can go."

Hearing this, Zhu Changming took a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The clear wine flowed along the corners of his lips into his neck and clothes. He smiled heartily and said, "You don't know how lucky that girl is! She got a bye all the way to the fourth round. She I’m afraid she’s not the daughter of Heaven!”

Yue Li raised her brows slightly, twitching the corners of her lips calmly, her tone as calm as water, "How do you know she's not her?"

After that, he put on his sleeves and went out of Qunyu Mountain with the wine fan and closed the ban.

Outside the ban, Zhu Changming took a sip of wine with a nonchalant expression and knocked on the closed ban, making a loud bang.

Skillfully holding the two wine bottles on the ground, he returned to his bamboo peak and drank heavily in the deep mountains and old forests.

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"Qingxiao Sect Mo You, please enlighten me."

Mo You, dressed in Tsing Yi and elegant, caused countless girls in the audience to scream and shout.

Opposite me, Guan Lingying's face was condensed, and she held the red sword tightly in her right hand, "Guan Lingying of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, please teach me!"

This is a collision of magic and swordsmanship.

With the sound of a gong, in the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed several moves.

Mo You rode the wind on the soles of his feet, and his fingers flew around, constantly blooming with cyan spiritual power. Although he was a fake, he had indeed learned the ninth level of Mo You's skills.

As for the other layer, it's because Mo You doesn't have so many fancy movements when performing his techniques. His techniques are concise and concise, and he won't spend an extra minute or second on concave shapes.Li Hyun really cares about his image all the time. He is obviously a polite scum, but he pretends to be an elegant scholar. The most terrible thing is that he pretends to be weird!

Guan Lingying frowned at this, and the sword in her hand was fierce without losing any strength. She said in a calm voice: "When did you become like this? It's so strange."

The wind power in Mo You's hand follows him like a shadow, and the invisible is better than the tangible, and he falls into a trap on Guan Lingying's path.

After watching Guan Lingying go around, another one fell down in another place, and I couldn't get tired of it.

He smiled and said, "Isn't this good?"

Guan Ling was able to avoid one trap, but met another one at her feet. She was annoyed and asked, "Can you fight well?"

It's not that she hasn't played against Mo You before. Guan Lingying remembers Mo You as an all-out player who attaches great importance to any competition, instead of the careless look he has now!

Mo You formed a blue ball of light in his hand and said innocently, "Didn't I hit that properly?"

Guan Ling's Qiqi orifices were filled with smoke, and she swung the sword harder, but the harder she used, the more painful the blow became.

She felt that Mo You now was more like a scheming chess player, and every seemingly random move was carefully calculated.

Her sword was suppressed so much that her next move seemed to be invisible to the opponent.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she really couldn't beat Mo You like this.

She called it a day and admitted defeat, took a deep look at Mo You, who was cheering and saluting gracefully, and jumped off the ring.

Perhaps her sword posture should also change. The unchanging attack is like a clown in such a weird chess game.

Mo You is making progress, and she will not regress.

Jiang Qingyu did not ignore the determination in Guan Lingying's eyes. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the fake product on the stage. It seemed that this product was not completely useless. At least it inspired an inspirational girl.

So one day in the future, when Guan Ling's sword skills were no longer up to standard, but she began to focus on an unpredictable technique, her opponent collapsed.

Opponent: I can’t fight, I can’t fight at all!Have you ever seen a waistless sword appear? ?

As soon as you lower your waist, the sword will stab you in the face and stomach.

And the degree of control is quite precise.

If you are not the enemy, the tip of the sword will stop one millimeter away from your flesh.

If you are the enemy, then white knives will go in and red knives will come out!

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The arena competition of the Transformation Stage has entered the finals. Tang Yuan once again showed his unfavorable luck and successfully won the bye draw.

The two opponents were very dissatisfied and fired verbal attacks at Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan responded with a polite smile, "Have you ever thought that luck is actually a part of strength?"

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were smiling, and his voice was warm, like a spring breeze, "After all, you will lose too quickly if you fight me, but it won't be a good time."

And the voice of the warm spring breeze reached the ears of the two people. Their expressions froze, and they pushed each other onto the ring and began to compete for the chance to compete with Tang Yuan.

After a stick of incense, the No. [-] player from Qingxiao Sect successfully shot down the No. [-] player from Fuyun Tower.

Tang Yuan patted the dust on his clothes, walked up to the ring, and smiled at Qingxiao Sect's No. [-] player and the deacon elder: "Can we start? I'm in a hurry."

Contestant No. [-]'s mouth twitched wildly, Contestant No. [-] staggered off the stage and flew away from the public's sight.

The deacons and elders are used to his arrogant attitude. Who can give him strength?

He beat the gongs and drums calmly, and in the last game, in half a stick of incense, he successfully decided on the leader, that mythical man—Wuya Sword Sect, Tang Yuan!

(End of this chapter)