High-priced businesswoman: Princess does not compete for favor

Chapter 165 Family Competition 8
As the scene became more and more tense, the referee under the ring also stared at Murong Xianchen with wide eyes.

The corner of Murong Xianchen's mouth raised a slight smile, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looked carefully at Xuanyuan Hanshuang who was trapped in the sword array, as if he was talking about something.

Xuanyuan Han let out a long breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.He said helplessly, "Forget it, I admit defeat."

Murong Xianchen smiled immediately, turned his hands around and made several gestures, the sword suspended in mid-air turned back into one, and flew towards Murong Xianchen's hand.

Murong Xianchen looked at Xuanyuan Hanshuang, and said softly, "I accept it, brother Hanshuang."

Xuanyuan Hanshuang just smiled, nodded, and left the stage.

Following the referee's announcement of the results, the first match of the second round officially ended.

"Bei Mingmiao is invited to come on stage." Accompanied by the referee's voice, Bei Mingmiao, who was dressed lightly, stepped onto the stage.

He was in the audience just now, but he had observed Murong Xianchen carefully, even though his special skill just now was very powerful.

But as long as he seizes the opportunity and doesn't give him the chance to take the initiative, he can still win this game with great confidence.

It's just that his little thought was still a fantasy after all.

Bei Mingmiao uses a long knife, and her strength is the same as Xuanyuan Hanshuang's, both of which are blue-level fifth-dan.

At the magistrate's start, a smirk crossed the corner of Bei Mingmiao's mouth.

Yi Qingcheng under the stands saw Bei Mingmiao's smile and spit out two words, "Stupid."

Yulu, who was standing next to Qing Qingcheng, looked at Qing Qingcheng with a pair of black eyes, and then resumed the game in the stands.

Following the jump of Bei Mingmiao's figure, the long knife in his hand formed thousands of arrow-like broadswords in mid-air, attacking Murong Xianchen.

The long sword in Murong Xianchen's hand stretched out horizontally, and the blade rotated around the long sword again, forming a solid defensive shield.

This move was used to deal with Xuanyuan Hanshuang just now, but Bei Mingmiao not only failed to learn the lesson last time, but also used the blade rain move again. No wonder Qing Qingcheng complained when he saw that he was about to make a move, "stupid '.

Seeing Bei Mingmiao's actions, Xuanyuan Hanshuang said softly, 'stupid'.

He must be thinking in his heart, that guy Bei Mingmiao must have no brains, so he sighed helplessly.

As for the people sitting in the seats of Beimingfu, after seeing the moves of the two people on the stage, their faces were livid, and they really wanted to yell, "Bei Mingmiao, what are you doing." '

It's a pity that they had to bury that curse in their hearts. If they really yelled out, Bei Mingmiao, who was triumphant on the stage, must have looked at a loss, and had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Seeing that Murong Xianchen blocked and defended his famous trick, Bei Mingmiao was furious, but in his heart, there was still a little bit of luck left, that defense, he would definitely be able to crack it.

With the change in Bei Mingmiao's eyes, a plan has been formed in his mind, "Just wait and see, Murong Xianchen, the final victory must belong to him." '

After two or two moves, Bei Mingmiao raised his knife and slashed at Murong Xianchen with a quick movement.Murong Xianchen held the long sword across his head, blocking Bei Mingmiao's attack.

With the collision of the long swords in his hands, Bei Mingmiao's other hand hidden behind his back had already condensed a light bullet of grudge, waiting for the opportunity to throw it at Murong Xianchen.

And Murong Xianchen blocked Bei Mingmiao's blow, and his figure retreated a few steps, and he was already standing a few meters away from Bei Mingmiao.

The light ball behind Bei Mingmiao had to disperse, but the unwillingness was written all over his face, his expression was distorted, and his appearance was terrifying.

On the other hand, Murong Xianchen stood aside, grinning. Fortunately, he always believed that Bei Mingmiao was definitely not so honest in the competition, and he was always vigilant.

Otherwise, Bei Mingmiao must have taken advantage of being hit by the light bullet just now, with a big knife across his neck.

(End of this chapter)