Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1593 Qian Yuan is nothing more than that
"It's nothing to do! Do it! She's the most innocent!" Fairy Yubi was furious.

"Second Senior Sister, what do you mean by that?" Daoist Yugui said tit for tat, "Don't forget, Luo'er saved many of your disciples when the ghost mother was raging."

"That's nothing to save." Fairy Yubi snorted coldly, "She was just delivered by a few ghost mothers, but those ghost mothers were still murdered by the people from the Nine Palaces Temple in the end."

"Oh? Judging from the tone of the second senior sister, it seems that she is quite dissatisfied with the Nine Palaces Temple. Junior brother, I can report it to the higher authorities." The real Yugui spoke narrowly.

Fairy Yubi was deflated, and her lips were almost bleeding: "Stop talking nonsense, I am not dissatisfied with the Nine Palaces Temple, don't hurt me!"

Daoist Yugui chuckled and shrugged.

Ye Luo won the game with one move.

When the competition on the eighth arena ended, the other eleven arenas were still in full swing.

Ye Luo was more concerned about her younger brother, so she went to the NO.12 arena to watch the competition.

Ye Gucheng's opponent, surnamed An, is a 28-year-old young man from Qianyuan.He is a second-tier Berserker, a practitioner of the water system.

Gucheng fought fiercely with the man surnamed An.

The man surnamed An was so fast that Gucheng never had a chance to use the pupil technique.

After fighting for half an hour, Gucheng finally found a gap at the cost of being stabbed with a sword, met the eyes of the man surnamed An, cast the pupil technique of the curtain of purple darkness, and defeated the man surnamed An in one fell swoop.

"Oh my god, I'm so exhausted."

Ye Gucheng covered the pierced sword wound on his shoulder, complained, and walked down from the NO.12 arena, "I never imagined that the first round would be so difficult to win. What should we do in the next three rounds. "

"Don't be discouraged. If you win the first round, you will still have a chance in the second round."

Ye Luo held down his younger brother's body, and then helped him bandage the wound, "With the cultivation base of a ninth-level berserk warrior, you have defeated that second-level berserk warrior, the disciple of Qianyuan, which is already very powerful."

The little boy Ye Gucheng couldn't help feeling complacent, raised his tail, and said, "A disciple of Qianyuan is nothing more than that."

As the saying goes, misfortune comes from the mouth.

This is the venue of the Qianyuan, and the audience around them are mostly disciples of the Qianyuan.

"Boy, I don't know what is good or bad!"

"Junior Brother An will lose to you, it's your trick! It's just luck!"

"That's right, Junior Brother An is just the one with the weakest cultivation among the nine contestants in the Qian Academy. You really think you are an onion!"

"When you meet other contestants from my dry academy in the rematch, you will definitely be overwhelmed!"

"A little boy in the Yinyuan is so arrogant!"

"That's right, the people in Yinyuan are really disgusting!"

"This year, Yinyuan will shave its head, and our Qianyuan will occupy four of the top six, oh no, six!"

"Hahahaha!"

……

The surrounding disciples of the Qianyuan first hurled insults at each other, and then roared with laughter.

Ye Luo and Ye Gucheng seemed to be the target of public criticism.

A gloomy look flashed across Ye Gucheng's purple eyes, he couldn't hold back, and was about to stand up immediately.

"do not."

Ye Luo pressed his younger brother's shoulders and said, "They are the hosts. If we win, just keep a low profile and don't cause unnecessary trouble to Yinyuan."

"Humph."

Ye Gucheng let out a cold snort, and the hostility in his devil-like purple eyes had not diminished by half.

(End of this chapter)