Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1190 Pang Ning

Qi Yurou frowned slightly, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Junior Brother Jiang is serious. Although I have initially broken the bottleneck, I still need a retreat to enter the Profound Moon Realm. It is still too early to say at this time, but..."

Having said that, she shook her head and sighed, looking a little depressed, and her eyes became complicated.

"Oh?" Jiang Tian's eyes moved slightly.

Qi Yurou sighed and sighed helplessly, and said with a bitter smile: "You have also seen my situation. After the bottleneck is loosened, the bloodline and spiritual power begin to become restless and restless. Once you feel the breath of the Profound Moon Realm, it will run on its own, which is really difficult to control."

"This is normal! This shows that your spiritual power has reached its peak, and the Advanced Profound Moon Realm is absolutely no problem with confidence. At this time, there is no need to deliberately suppress it, just let it run!"

Jiang Tian nodded and smiled, comforting each other.

Although he is still at the late stage of the Chongyang Realm and is still a step away from the Quasi Profound Realm, his spiritual strength and total amount are far better than Qi Yurou, and even surpass many Xuanyue Realm martial artists. In this matter Of course, there is enough voice.

As for the experience in cultivation, it is even more not comparable to the other party!

Under the guidance of a few words, Qi Yurou's heart suddenly became clear, and let go of his worries and let the bloodline and spiritual power run on its own. After a short period of discomfort, the whole body quickly became stable.

"It's really useful!" Qi Yurou's pretty eyes sparkled, excited, "Junior Brother Jiang, you really are there!"

"Haha, trivial matters are not worth mentioning." Jiang Tian smiled lightly, then cast his gaze on the ring again.

At this moment, the fight on the ring has reached a fever pitch, and the two inner disciples each used their full strength to prepare for the final fight.

The muffled rumbling and the violent fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly dissipated, and the spectators in front of the ring shook their eyes wildly, shouting wonderful!

After a moment of fierce fighting, the tall and tall Qingpao disciple Ge Brother finally gained the upper hand, seizing the fleeting opportunity to strike out with a punch, and forcibly shook the opponent off the ring.

"I wish you brother, give way!" Brother Ge was obviously in a very good mood after winning, and he smiled and greeted his opponent under the ring.

"Oh! Half a trick, only a half trick!" The disciple Zhu gritted his teeth and sighed, clenching his fists, his expression of annoyance on his face.

But the victory or defeat was already divided, and even if he was not reconciled, he could not save the defeat. He could only accept the result.

After gritting his teeth and exhaling a breath of sullenness, Tieqing bowed his hand to the other party: "If you lose, you will lose. There is nothing to say. Brother Ge is very skilled. Congratulations!"

After the disciple Zhu finished speaking, he bowed his head and left without waiting for the other party to respond. He left the crowd far away, and there was a call from the ring, and everyone congratulated the brother Ge for his passing.

"Nine consecutive victories, Brother Ge is amazing!"

"Hahaha, one more game will be enough to pass, Brother Ge seems to be pretty sure!"

"Then it goes without saying that nine consecutive victories have shown strength, and there is no problem at all in the last one!"

Everyone was flattered, and Brother Ge couldn't help feeling upset, and he scanned his surroundings proudly, and no one dared to challenge him wherever his eyes were.

"Next!" The urging voice of the deacon disciple rang, and everyone hesitated.

However, this situation did not last long. After a while, an inner disciple walked out of the crowd and came to the ring.

The light blue martial arts robe is wrapped around the figure, making his slender figure look thinner, and his performance is also very low-key, from the beginning to the end, he lowered his head, not even looking at Brother Ge on the ring. .

Everyone could not help feeling that this person seemed to be lacking in confidence, and had no momentum to win at all.

"Who is this, why haven't I seen it?"

"Look at his clothing that should have been promoted by Tianxu Peak, it's weird, I haven't noticed it before!"

Several outer disciples stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help scratching their heads a little.

In their impression, it seems that they do not remember such a number one person.

Not only these outer disciples were puzzled, but even many inner disciples were at a loss, because they were not familiar with the person in front of them. I am afraid that if it hadn't been for this martial arts meeting, they wouldn't know that there was this person in the sect!

"Weird! Although there are a lot of inner disciples, there are almost no people I don't know by Che Qing, but where did this guy come from? How come I haven't seen it?"

"Huh? I don't know this person either. Who is he?"

"This junior, what's your name?"

Someone couldn't help asking, but the person didn't seem to hear it, and didn't respond at all!

The deacon disciple in front of the ring frowned slightly: "Challenger comes on stage, sign up!"

The disciple wearing a light blue martial robe nodded lightly and walked forward: "Inner door, Pang Ning!"

"Pang Ning?" The deacon disciple was taken aback when he heard the words, and then seemed to think of something. He flipped through his right hand and took out a booklet and quickly flipped through it, but after only flipping it, he saw it in the lower left corner of the second page. The name.

"Huh? I was promoted to the inner door five years ago, that's weird!"

The deacon disciple blurted out subconsciously, put away the booklet and looked at Pang Ning suspiciously, somewhat puzzled.

It is said that a disciple who has been promoted to Inner Sect for five years should be known to everyone a long time ago. Why is he so strange, giving people a mysterious look?

But he didn't think too much, as long as there is this person on the roster.

The deacon disciple suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and waved: "Come on stage!"

Pang Ning nodded faintly, and fell on the ring with a sway, still hanging his head, and his untied long hair drooped messily, almost covering half of his face, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

"This Pang Ning is a bit interesting!" Jiang Tian smiled leisurely, his gaze swept across Pang Ning's body, and a bright light lit up in his eyes.

"Tian Xufeng's promoted disciple, have you ever heard of this person, Junior Brother Jiang?" Qi Yurou frowned and asked, curious about this mysterious Pang Ning.

"No, I have been in the business for less than a year, and I have been cultivating most of the time. Even Tianxu's existing disciples can't even recognize them." Jiang Tian shook his head and laughed slightly.

On the ring, Brother Ge's eyes flashed with a different color, and he was a little speechless by the other party's mysterious behavior.

"Inner sect Ge Tiebing, dare to ask which elder this same sect learns from?"

Pang Ning did not answer, but differentiated with his feet, bowed his head and said, "Let's do it!"

"Huh?" Ge Tiebing's face was dark and annoyed.

The other party was just playing mystery, and even rudely responded to his inquiry, really a bit unsure.

He slowly let out a sulky breath, his eyes were slightly cold, and his expression became extremely proud.

"Ge has won nine games in a row. If you beat you, you can advance. You have no eyes, please forgive me for offending!"

Ge Tiebing's green robe shook, his distracting thoughts were gone, and the breath of his body suddenly rose, and his palms suddenly shot out with a cold snort.