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Chapter 691 Who Can Win! ?

"That's right! Shuying's body was deliberately trained to be thin and thin, just to reduce friction with the air and increase his speed as much as possible. It seems that the reason why the young master proposed this competition is to create an advantage for Shuying."

Seeing this, everyone understood that this was an unequal exchange of ideas.

It's just that the second young master, who is insignificant, can't get in the way at all, and can only passively accept the arrangement of the eldest young master.

"I don't think so." An elder squinted his eyes, staring at Luo Ziyan's petite figure. "So far, we don't know the details of the Second Young Master's retainers. Maybe she can surprise us?"

"Ridiculous! How strong can a kid be without even growing his hair?"

"Hehe, have you guys forgotten that it was this brat with barely grown hair who offered to compete?"

"Also! Shuying seems to have been trampled on the ground today."

There was a lot of discussion.

But no matter what they say, most people support Shuying.

One is his strength as the young master's retainer, his strength is beyond doubt, and the other is Shuying's speed advantage, so what if he is stepped on the ground?
Strength does not mean that speed can also be crushed.

Butler Liang frowned, and said to Nangong Feihuang worriedly: "Second Young Master, why don't you persuade Miss Luo?"

"Do you think I can persuade Miss Luo?" Nangong Feihuang shook his head. He noticed that Luo Ziyan's hand was not scratched, but scratched by himself.

He could feel Luo Ziyan's anger, it must be the matter of the little six sons, so he couldn't help but find trouble with Shuying.

Since you can't stop it, let it go completely and let Luo Ziyan vent.

What's more, he believes that the final winner must be Luo Ziyan.

At that time, I believe that many elders will be intimidated by me, and their support for Nangong Feixiong will be shaken.

However, for Nangong Feixiong, this sparring was not a shock of strength.

If Shuying can win, these elders will support him more firmly.

It's just that he... is not sure!
As for Luo Ziyan's depth, he still can't see it, which is why he didn't agree to the discussion just now.

It's a pity that Patriarch Nangong's attitude was firm, Luo Ziyan offered to discuss, but it was not her turn to refuse.

The most calm people in the audience can be said to be Nangong Cangwu and Mo Xiaoyu.

One is drinking in pain, and the other is thinking about it beside him.

At this moment, Luo Ziyan has been following Shuying closely, not in a hurry.

Shuying looked back at her, hooked the corners of her lips, and said mockingly, "Your strength is indeed stronger than mine. However, the wheel speed is far behind."

"Oh."

Luo Ziyan replied indifferently, her eyes were full of indifference, which made Shuying even more angry.

"Hehe, just force yourself to be calm." Shuying squinted his eyes and said fiercely: "This time, I will press you on the ground and rub it."

After the words fell, his speed skyrocketed, doubling in an instant.

In Shuying's eyes, the only martial skill in the world is speed.

In order to greatly increase his speed, he deliberately maintained a thin body, and made his blood cold so that it could perfectly blend with the surrounding air, thus greatly increasing his speed.

Although his strength is at the first level of a martial artist, even some great martial artists can't match him in terms of wheel speed.

(End of this chapter)