Fu Xinyu looked puzzled, "Miss? You mean

Liu Cheng Jun immediately collected his face and said coldly, "nothing."

Fu Xinyu was still a little surprised, but did not ask again.

The three elders of the meteor sect looked at each other. At last, the two elders winked at the elder and said in a low voice, "boss, it's impossible for she Xiaokui not to participate in the current situation. I think it's better not to let her Xiaokui not participate? What's more, have you noticed that it's not just she Xiaokui that's not right today, but even the epic. "

Lu Meng's face was cold and heavy. After deep thought, he crossed a cold light in his eyes, and then said, "since the Lord has said so, we should be willing to be not even if we don't want to?"

She Xiaokui couldn't help laughing, "Yo? You are beating around the Bush, saying that the patriarch is very domineering? "

"How dare you?" LV Meng snorted coldly.

There was a smile on the epic's face, and the tone said faintly: "little Kui, OK, it's already delayed too much time. The supervisor of the contest can continue."

The supervisor had been waiting for this sentence, and quickly announced: "the seventh group of candidates on the arena."

During this period of time, the other groups had already finished the competition. When they heard the cry, those in the seventh group immediately went to the arena.

Lu ziyue and Rong Xueshang's fight, the final is Rong Xueshang wins.

In the battle between the meteor sect and the dragon family, the meteor sect disciple wins.

Murong Feixue looked at she Xiaokui, with a trace of interest: "looking at or a hidden."

"So what?" Yin Jun said: "I think her cultivation is only at the beginning of King level, and her talent can't compare with you."

"It's hard to say." Murong Feixue's words fell, and then he looked at Yueli again, "I don't know where her strength is..."

"Do you mean to leave the moon?" Yin Jun looked and asked in some uncertain way.

Murong Feixue said softly, but Yin Jun was cautious this time. "Her cultivation is really a mystery, but I estimate the strength of King level six at most."

King level six?

Murong Feixue's mouth is slightly aroused. I'm afraid it's more than that

She Xiaokui returned to her position, and as soon as she sat down, she reached out to Xiaoxiang and said, "eat."

Xiaoxiang immediately understood and took out two paper bags from her ring. "Miss, this is from the kitchen just now. The chef said that this is the meat bag that just came out of the oven."

Open to smell, suddenly the aroma of the nose, she small Kui eyes are bright a little bit.

"Well, good, good."

She Xiaokui opened the two bags of meat bags and looked at her eyes at will. She saw a streamer in her eyes, and then she quickly collected them.

The man next to the elder asked, "elder, will you be carried to the patriarch or..."

Lu Meng glanced at the epic poem, and then looked at the position where the disciples of the meteor sect competition sat next to his eye. Finally, he fell beside the seat where she Xiaokui sat, and immediately said, "there it is."

That under a look, also not easy to say what, quickly raised his hand, "will several elders carry over there."

"Miss, here they are." Small fragrance says, at the same time on the surface shows a trace of worry.

She Xiaokui glanced at her eyes faintly, then continued to eat steamed stuffed buns, and said with a smile: "come on, what are you afraid of?"

"But they have a problem with the young lady, and the maid is afraid that they will embarrass you." Xiaoxiang said again.

"No harm, as long as they are not afraid of being angry." She Xiaokui finished eating a meat bag in her hand, and a bad smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which made people feel flustered.

Once again, he took one out, and then handed another bag to Xiaoxiang, "take this bag to miss Liyue of lingzong."

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