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Chapter 1210 Sword Fighting Conference [4]

Huang Junye was indeed a little sullen, his own woman asked him to see other women?What is this called?

Originally, she was counting on Ye Xiyue to be jealous, but it was a good thing, she wanted to send herself out directly.

"Xiyue, if I have the bad luck to face the ice girl, will I die?"

"No, don't worry. The Sword Fighting Conference is not a martial arts conference. What is emphasized here is the sword, not force. As long as you use your heart to use the power of the sword in your hand, it will be fine. Whether you succeed or fail, the point is up to you."

Xiao Lan'er responded with a smile.

The draw will begin shortly.

Huo Shuang was the first to draw lots, and when she glanced at her lottery, the name on it was—Xiao Lan'er!

When Xiao Lan'er learned that she was going to fight Huo Shuang, her face turned dark, "What should I do, Xiyue, it's Huo Shuang."

Huo Shuang has a savage temper and a petty temper. Although she doesn't know her well, it can be seen from the three days in Jianzhong that although Xiao Lan'er is usually playful, she still thinks little about it. She doesn't know much. Coupled with the education in her own family, she has developed a disciplined temperament, which is indeed a disadvantage when confronted with Huo Shuang.

"Your sword is no worse than hers, just do what I say, and then just calm down."

Xiao Lan'er's nervous hands were sweating.

The lottery was drawn one after another, and soon it was Ye Xiyue's turn. Standing in front of the lottery pillar, she stretched out her hand and drew a lottery naturally, and the result——

"Huh?" Ye Xiyue frowned, her eyes slightly confused.

Jin Mu stood beside her, glanced sideways, "It's a blank sign!"

The field suddenly boiled.

Ye Xiyue took the only white lottery that went straight to the second round?
"Hahaha!!!" The first person to laugh was Mu Feng, who was always gentle and elegant, and he couldn't help laughing. As he does, laugh.

Mu Feng's smile was to congratulate Ye Xiyue, he was really happy.

But the laughter suppressed by others was ironic.

A broken sword, no matter how embarrassing it is, how lucky it is to get a white lottery?

Do you dare to be lucky?
Sitting on the chair, Bing Wu narrowed her eyes and looked at Ye Xiyue on the stage. The corseted white dress set off her fair face and clear eyes, but it was this face that she didn't like.

Because Ye Xiyue stood beside the wrong person.

Ye Xiyue held the white stick and looked at Huang Junye. The man who seemed to have stepped out of a painting was looking at her in rapt attention.

She tightened the white stick in her hand, and the words she heard the most were slander and contempt for her and her shuriken.

Indeed, this sword of hers is a bit broken, which she cannot change, what's wrong with it?If it breaks, you can't compete?
Anyway, this is also a sword taken from the sword mound, even if it is broken, it can still be called a sword.

She walked up to Huang Junye with a smile on her lips. At this moment, everyone saw a petite girl standing in front of a beautiful man. The two looked at each other, but said nothing.

The man stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's cheek, "You're lucky."

His voice is like the ding-dong of spring water, clear and sweet, hitting people's hearts like the sounds of nature.

Bing Wu looked at this dazzling scene with a sneer in his eyes.

Hehe, what an irony!
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(End of this chapter)