“Can you start fighting?

We are all waiting to see!”

An inappropriate voice suddenly rang out at this moment.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

This...can't we reminisce about the past?

"After introducing yourself, you can almost start!"

Ye Xingjian stood under the flying sword and also spoke softly to remind him.

The chat between Ling Qingchen and Lan Yuwei was clearly heard by the referee.

It's really awkward, so awkward that people can use their toes to pick out a sea view room.

"Um."

Ling Qingchen and Lan Yuwei nodded with a plain expression.

The two long swords appeared in the hands of Ling Qingchen and Lan Yuwei almost at the same time.

“Ice and snow.”

Lan Yuwei swung the long sword in her hand lightly.

The bone-bone cold air suddenly filled the entire arena.

With a destructive force, he rushed towards Ling Qingchen.

"This chill..."

Feeling the overwhelming bone-broken chill, the expression on Ling Qingchen's face began to become solemn.

There are no vain men under the reputation.

Lan Yuwei's strength is indeed powerful.

"The sword immortals in the sky have three million. When I meet me, I must lower my eyebrows.

The sword comes!"

Ling Qingchen stood proudly, his sword intent flowed, and his eyes were deep and inexplicable.

The long sword in front of him wields in the wind.

Sword shadows spread out behind Ling Qingchen.

The sword lights appeared and faintly, and in the faint, it actually isolated the cold air emitted by Lan Yuwei.

The ring was divided into two areas.

"The sword immortals in the sky have three million. When I meet me, I must lower my eyebrows.

Is this the sword path of Qingyun Sword God?

This is too domineering.”

"No one snatches me, this sentence will be mine in the future."

"Bah, shameless! Do you have this strength? It's yours?"

"Then I don't care. When it comes to my mouth, that's mine."

"The disciples taught by Junior Sister Ning are indeed very energetic, and they are as good as Junior Sister Ning back then."

"A famous teacher produces a high disciple. Junior Sister Ning was so strong back then, and it was normal for her to teach such an excellent disciple."

"I think Junior Sister Ning's disciple has the resources of the Emperor!"

Many elders standing not far away watching the battle, staring at Ning Qingxue with a gray complexion.

I also began to praise carefully, looking forward to making Ning Qingxue a little happier.

They were afraid of Ning Qingxue’s expression!

"This is a foul disciple!

It must be to attract the attention of girls and deliberately show off.

Damn it!”

Ning Qingxue's face turned pale and she gritted her teeth at Ling Qingchen standing on the stage.

The eyes were almost ready to spew out fire.

She has read romance novels.

It is said in romance novels.

When boys meet girls they like, they will try their best to show themselves and desire to attract the girls' attention.

What Ling Qingchen did in front of him was exactly what was said in the romance novel.

"The fire spreads to the prairie."

Ling Qingchen spoke softly.

Then, the basic fireball technique taught by Luo Yan was injected into his sword intent.

Suddenly, the fire was swept away, and sword intents enveloped Lan Yuwei, who was standing in front of her, and the frost of her body.

"Fire can overcome ice.

It seems that Senior Sister Lan is in danger this time.”

"Yes, Senior Sister Lan has encountered a tough guy this time.

Ice melts into water when it encounters fire.

This is the law of nature, no one can change it.”

"I can already imagine the scene after that, when the ice meets fire, melts into water.

With the strength of Senior Sister Lan, a lot of water will definitely flow out."

Onlookers: "???"

What kind of tiger and wolf word is this?

I suspect you are driving, but I have no proof!

Ling Qingchen: "????"

Don’t do this! Don’t sting me!

I'm scared!

I still like how you call me a waste of Qingchen Peak.

I breastfeeded me in reverse and helped me win.

Facing Ling Qingchen's flaming sword intent, Lan Yuwei surrounded her body with frost.

The expression on his face was still calm.

"Ice Blade Storm."

Lan Yuwei's red lips lightly opened.

A series of cold and biting sword energy suddenly condensed into a substance like an ice blade.

Shooting towards Ling Qingchen.
Chapter completed!