Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 50 The scars of the beautiful boy [1]

Black strong clothes, against moon-white brocade short clothes.

It was a very unfair match between Yan Zixiao, who had already fought three games in one day, and Prince Duan Fengyi, who was undefeated in dozens of games before and had a good rest for two days and one night.

Lin Xiaoling didn't notice that the little Xiaoling beside her was gone.

This kid has always liked to run around, and with his ability, he is not afraid of being bullied, so she, a mother, is very relieved.

Yan Zixiao still had a cold expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether he was tired or energetic, but Lin Xiaoling could tell that he used all his strength to fight in every match. It's a disadvantage. After three games, it must be debilitating.

What's more, once you are shortlisted today, you will have to fight three more games tomorrow.

It's a pity that her spiritual medicine skills are only at a low level, and it doesn't help a master like Yan Zixiao, otherwise it would be good to help him recover.

In the battle between masters, the level [-] Dou Qi is fully activated, and the defensive ability of the enchantment is almost at its peak. If it is more powerful, it will break through at any time and leak the Dou Qi.

Yan Zixiao and Feng Yi seemed to be unable to see anyone or anything outside, they only had each other in their eyes, and they only wanted to knock each other down.

Feng Yi, who is of the wood attribute, holds a mahogany sword in his hand. Although it is made of wood, it is not inferior to the double gold mace in Yan Zixiao's hand. It is made of gold, but it is not as soft as gold should be. When the swords collided, only bursts of metal whistles were heard, which was deafening.

In a flash, the two had gone through nearly a hundred moves. Although there was no winner, Lin Xiaoling felt that Yan Zixiao's moves seemed to be half a beat slower than before.

After all, after just three fights, those who can enter the top thirteen are not weak, and it must consume a lot of energy for him.

But at this moment, Feng Yi had become more and more courageous as he fought more and more, his neatly tied hair was loosened, and every strand of his hair seemed to be emitting endless fighting spirit, impacting Yan Zixiao's surroundings.

"Level [-] Dou Qi!" Suddenly someone shouted from the audience, "Prince Duan has won!"

Yan Zixiao's cultivation has been at the fifteenth level of Dou Qi, and has not reached the sixteenth level. It is said that Feng Yi has only practiced to the fifteenth level, but at this moment, during the process of fighting, he suddenly broke through the fifteenth level. The limit has reached the sixteenth level, no wonder people want Feng Yi to win.

And Feng Yi, amidst the shouts of the people, slapped the tired Yan Zixiao with his palm, and when everyone was waiting for Yan Zixiao to fall to the ground with wide eyes, an incredible scene happened.

Yan Zixiao suddenly received Feng Yi's palm as if with divine help, and counterattacked back.

It was Feng Yi who fell to the ground, and when he fell, he was knocked unconscious by the palm force.

Feng Yi lost, and the sixteenth level of fighting spirit lost below the fifteenth level of fighting spirit.

People stared dumbfounded at what happened before them, and even Yan Zixiao himself was a little dazed.

Lin Xiaoling in the audience frowned.

Was she dazzled just now?
She seemed to see Xiao Xiaoling with horns on top of his head and a long tail behind him appearing behind Yan Zixiao, and after a flash like that, Feng Yi came to an end.

But judging by the expressions of the audience next to him, it seemed that no one had noticed him.

Could it be that she was watching too intently and had hallucinations?

Impossible, why does she seem to be hallucinating all the time recently?
Besides, Xiao Xiaoling is indeed not by her side.

(End of this chapter)