Prosperous Favorite: Evil Prince, insist on teasing

Chapter 392 Start

"Tell me, Prime Minister Leng is really inhumane."

"How could he have the face to come out?"

"I really don't know how to be ashamed"

"If I were him, I wouldn't come out, so as not to embarrass myself..."

Hearing this, Leng Ruoyun glanced at Prime Minister Leng's position, just for a second, seeing that his old face seemed to be really red, and turned to ask the man beside him, "You really disabled him? ?”

"Guess?" Jun Moming glanced at Leng Ruoyun with a half-smile, but the answer was ambiguous.

At this moment, before Leng Ruoyun could speak, Donglonghuang's voice sounded from above.

"Let's get started." Having said this, the Donglong Emperor, who sat on the top, glanced at Jun Moming.

Jun Moming never took his eyes off Leng Ruoyun from the beginning to the end, because of Jun Moming's presence, Leng Ruoyun's whole body is like a shielding circle, everyone wants to get close but dare not approach.

"The first game, the game begins," the referee's voice sounded loudly in the venue.

In the first round, Sima Hong of the General's Mansion played against Duke Zhen's eldest son, Zhou Sinan.

When the two came to the stage, they first greeted each other politely.

Then, as the referee's voice sounded, "Start."

Both of them made a move, and no one hid their secrets.

On the stage, the fierce wind blade gradually attacked the opponent, good guy.

Leng Ruoyun kept observing the changes on the field, "Watch carefully." He turned his head and said to Ban Xia.

Watching other people's actual combat may not be a practice.

"Yes." Ban Xia said.

"Zixiao Tianwang." Sima Hong shouted, and saw a net made of Leisi forming around his body.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Sinan's pupils shrank slightly, and his hands rested on his chest, with a fiery red "Chixiao Palm."

Thunder and lightning to the palm of fire.

"Thunder attribute." Leng Ruoyun murmured, this attribute is indeed uncommon.

On the other side, General Sima was also a little surprised when he saw the Zixiao Skynet. This Zixiao Skynet was not easy to cultivate.

"Study hard." Glancing at the other grandsons beside him, he said.

"You guys should really study hard." Sima Nan also echoed, Zixiao Tianwang's martial arts book is very powerful and has great potential.

The entire arena has been surrounded by purple and red, chasing after each other, the fight is exhilarating.

Leng Ruoyun watched the scene lazily, "Sima Hong should attack quickly with one move."

Jun Moming raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and didn't speak, just listened to Leng Ruoyun talking there alone, but would interject a few sentences from time to time.

"Indeed, this is extremely exhausting."

The capacity of storing spiritual power in each person's body is different, "His practice must consume more spiritual power."

Different skill levels and different attack powers naturally require different spiritual powers.

Jun Moming could tell at a glance that the Zixiao Skynet displayed by Sima Hong was very unusual.

For spiritual practitioners, their own competition is the vastness and emptiness of spiritual power, and the second is the cultivation method.

No matter how strong the technique is, if it doesn't have enough spiritual power to support it, then it's just a show.

The two people on the stage fought inseparably, you attack and I hide, you hide and I attack.

The big fiery red palm roared to Sima Hong like a pillar of a torch, and in an instant, this huge palm covered half of the sky.

Sima Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils stared at the scene in front of him, "Zixiao Tianwang."

He increased his strength a little more, and all the spiritual energy in his body was taken away, and the web as small as a spider's silk immediately pressed against the huge palm.

(End of this chapter)