The Evil King's Pampering: The Fourth Young Lady Against Heaven

Chapter 234 Don't You Feel Annoyed?

Ming Zhishui's voice, accompanied by insolent laughter, resounded throughout the Ming family's training ground, shaking everyone's heart.

After hearing Ming Zhishui's words, all the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay: "Could it be that Miss Mingyun has been reduced to nothingness in the turmoil just now?"

"No way, how could it be so simple."

"That's not the case. Where is Miss Mingyun now?"

"No, it's impossible!"

Mingyu clenched her fists tightly, with a firm expression on her face. It is absolutely impossible. Miss Mingyun is such a powerful person. Mingyu firmly believes in this. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to be defeated by such a predicament. !

Mingyu believes that Mingyun is definitely not dead, and she will definitely win!
"Mingyun."

Ming Yichen clenched his fists, come out quickly, don't pretend to be dead, I know that you will never completely fall in the face of such a little difficulty, haven't you overcome even more desperate difficulties than this? !

Tomorrow You couldn't restrain the ecstasy, and clenched his fist tightly: "Hahaha, that's great, Zhi'er won, so Zhi'er will be the Patriarch of the Ming Family!"

"Ha ha."

At this time, the corner of the mouth of the most powerful person in the audience curled up, and he touched the beard on his chin. It was indeed my granddaughter, and she did not disappoint me.

When the dust spread to the corner of the competition platform and was about to disperse, a voice suddenly came out.

"Laugh at your sister, you laugh so badly, it's so noisy!"

As soon as the voice came out, the audience fell silent.

Ming Zhishui paused, and looked at the source of the sound in disbelief, only to see Ming Yun's figure reappear after the dust had completely dispersed.

"Cough cough."

Ming Yun was also in a bit of a mess, his whole body was covered with dust, and his clothes were all torn, but by the looks of it, he was unscathed?

After receiving such a powerful transforming soul skill head-on, Ming Yun is fine?Seeing this situation, Ming Zhishui was almost stunned: "No, it's impossible, why didn't you die, why didn't anything happen, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Ming Li and Yue Jing Yu were also surprised. Under that blow, they all thought that Ming Yun would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, because even if he was a seventh-rank soul martial artist, he couldn't stand such a modified soul skill, let alone Ming Yun. Zhishui is still at the eighth rank of Soul Martial Arts, Ming Yun is only at the seventh rank of Soul Martial Arts, but is it really next? !
"Miss Mingyun!"

Mingyu was the first to shout out, and under his leadership, the enthusiasm of the disciples was ignited one after another, and the entire competition stage was filled with a voice.

"Miss Mingyun!"

The praises that seemed to belong to the onlookers to the soon-to-be-winners were intertwined and echoed throughout the arena, swallowing up other voices, leaving only these four words.

Everyone's eyes were full of belief in Mingyun, which meant that they believed that Mingyun would never lose, only win!

Ming Zhishui suddenly felt a little scared when he heard the noise around him. To cover up his fear, Ming Zhishui let out a low growl, mobilized his blue soul power again, and rushed towards Mingyun.

"Why, why are you still alive, you trash, it's impossible, everything is fake!"

"Doesn't it bother you to bark like a dog?"

Driven by fury and fear, Ming Zhishui's attack was full of flaws without the flame glove. Ming Yun dodged it lightly, then raised his knees, burst out with soul power, and kicked Ming Zhishui's abdomen fiercely. past.

"cough."

When Ming Zhishui was kicked like this, he felt his internal organs were twisted, his pupils widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew back feebly.

At this moment, there are only four words in Ming Zhishui's mind, "This is impossible". I have an eighth-rank soul martial arts, and suppressed Ming Yun's first-rank, how could I be beaten like this? How terrifying is Ming Yun's soul power?
"Stop!"

Seeing this scene tomorrow, although he still couldn't believe it, he already knew that Ming Zhishui was already at a disadvantage against Ming Yun.

Is there any chance of winning?Even Tomorrow You couldn't tell.

Mingxin stuttered a bit: "Brother Zhishui, could you lose? It's impossible."

"Aren't you crazy just now? Why don't you bark now? I call you crazy!"

Ming Yun waved away with a high-five, but Ming Zhishui was still in shock and didn't react, he was hit by the high-five and his body was blown away.

"Roar!"

Seeing his master being beaten like this by Ming Yun, Wang Chaoshi was eager to protect the master at this moment, and rushed out immediately, with his mouth wide open, another molten fireball was about to brew out.

"Don't worry, solve them one by one. I haven't forgotten you yet. It's been a long time since I haven't used it. I don't know how powerful it is now. I'll use you to practice."

Ming Yun stretched out his right palm, and a blue ray of light was held tightly by it, as if it was about to be crushed, it kept compressing.

"Liumang!"

Ming Yun let out a low shout, and the blue light in his hand flickered out.

"Roar."

At the same time, Dynasty Lion's lava fireball also finished brewing, raised its head, swooped down, and sprayed it out.

Looking at Mingyun tomorrow, his heart raised his throat. Will the power of a high-level monster be useful to Mingyun now?According to the logic, if Mingyun didn't suffer much damage if he took the flame spiral pill head-on, at least his soul power would be consumed a lot!

But thinking of Mingyun's bottomless soul power reserve in the past, Xiao Jiujiu appeared in Mingyou's heart again. Mingyun, a woman, could no longer be measured by common sense.

The two forces collided together, and a sharp light flashed out from the gap, and the stream of light shot by Ming Yun penetrated into the molten fireball, cutting it in half continuously.

Ming Yun said lightly: "Break it."

With an order, Liumang pierced through the lava fireball, and hit Wang Chaoshi at an extremely fast speed.

"Ow!"

Dynasty Lion was hit by Liumang, and howled in pain. He flew upside down and struggled on the ground, but couldn't get up, and fell down again. In addition to the injury from the last ice slash, Dynasty Lion Has completely lost the ability to fight.

"Dynasty Lion!"

Seeing that his contracted beast was seriously injured in Ming Yun's hands, Ming Zhishui's pupils were bloodshot, looked at Ming Yun, and roared angrily: "Ming Yun, you bastard, I will never let you go."

The corner of Ming Yun's mouth curled up into a cold arc: "Then I want to see, how do you not let me go?"

"asshole!"

Ming Zhishui then burst out with blue soul power, and rushed up to fight Ming Yun again, but the use of the flame spiral pill just now consumed too much soul power of Ming Zhishui, and now Ming Zhishui's power can barely reach Soul Wu six. The level of quality is still under the state of rage and stimulation.

　Three o'clock, go to read a book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)