V1.Chapter 62

Murong Qingyan, sitting under the stage, when he saw the scene on the stage, a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth. He was really a hypocrite. He didn't forget to act in the competition. It was really fake.

Soon, the competition began.

In the face of such opponents as Nangong ye, qiuyuanqi did not dare to be slighted. At the beginning, he took out his unique skill. He directly picked up his sword, then wrapped Xuanli, and directly attacked nangongye.

However, it is obvious that nangongye and qiuyuanqi are not in the same level. Facing this fierce attack, he seems to be able to do it well.

Qiu Yuanqi was able to pass the first competition, and he was a member of the Qiu yuan family. Naturally, he had two brushes. If his opponent in the second game is not Nangong ye, there is a great possibility that he will go on. Unfortunately, in this world, there is no if.

A few rounds down, looking at the opposite Nangong Ye seems to be careless to avoid the attack, qiuyuanqi's heart gradually produced a sense of powerlessness, and this feeling is more and more intense.

He knew in his heart that the gap between himself and Nangong Ye was too big. At that time, it was a game now, and he had to step back.

Qiuyuanqi poured all his Xuanli into the sword in his hand, and the sword body began to become full of momentum, and there was even a faint flow of spiritual power on it. Later, he tried his best to stab Nangong ye in the direction.

Success or failure depends on it.

Such an attack is frightening to others.

But the South temple ye didn't have any of nervous, he just lightly a side body, evaded such fierce attack.

There was an uproar in the stands around, and many people cheered for Nangong Ye.

Just as the crowd was cheering and cheering, Nangong Ye disappeared from the arena.

Before everyone reacted, Nangong Ye appeared again. But at this time, he had come to qiuyuanqi. His right hand had already been clenched into a fist. At this time, his fist was filled with fierce murderous air, and then he attacked qiuyuanqi.

"Flying Tiger fist -"

with Nangong Ye's loud drink, the fist seems to be slow, but in fact it falls on qiuyuanqi as fast as lightning. Qiu Yuanqi couldn't dodge. Before he could react, he only felt a pain in his abdomen.

Then he flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

Although he was beaten down, qiuyuanqi was not seriously injured. But after a while, he could still struggle to get up.

Looking at Nangong Ye standing on the challenge arena, Qiu Yuanqi was grateful and said, "thank you for your kindness."

All of a sudden, the enthusiasm of the whole square was ignited, and people applauded constantly. Some of the ladies of the big family even ignored their reserve and began to shout Nangong Ye's name.

In the eyes of the public, Nangong Ye has a certain degree of advance and retreat. Even if it is a contest, he also maintains the style of a modest gentleman.

Dressed in white, elegant, powerful, modest and polite, it has become the image of prince charming in the hearts of all unmarried women.

The VIP sitting in the audience, after seeing Nangong Ye's BiaoXin, couldn't help nodding.

When Feng Fei looks at Nangong ye, he can't help but bring a trace of appreciation.

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