C42

Chapter 42 - Participating in ethnic ratio s (6)

The youth rolled backwards, avoiding the attack. Seeing that the red-clothed girl was already in front of him, a hint of ridicule flashed across his eyes. In front of absolute strength, everything was fleeting.

The girl in red sneered. Normally, those who were conceited wouldn't have a good ending. She was used to seeing conceited people, so she thought she came from a big family. Her nostrils flared up to the sky. This feeling made her feel extremely disgusted.

Her body slipped and slid into the youth's embrace. The youth was warm and fragrant, with the unique fragrance of a young girl lingering around his nose, causing him to be stunned for a moment.

The girl in red suddenly raised her right hand, and her elbow struck the youth's chest. The strength behind the strike was so great that the youth staggered back a few steps.

Beiming Lan Yue calculated that the girl's attack just now had broken at least two of the young man's ribs.

In a battle of masters, all of this happened in an instant. Without waiting for the youth to respond, the girl in red clasped her hands together and quickly shot out a yellow ring of light. The terrifying energy contained within this ring of light was at least several times stronger than the one she had shot out earlier.

How could he not understand that the red-clothed girl was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? The young man's expression was aghast, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the red-clothed girl had just broken two of his ribs, so his body wasn't as nimble as it was right now, and he could only use his full strength to dodge a few steps. The red-clothed girl's yellow energy fluctuation was too pure, and even if the young man dodged a few steps, his body still flew off the stage like a kite with its string cut.

"You have to pay the price for being arrogant." The lady in red sneered.

Walla ~ ~ ~

With a 'hua' sound, the entire plaza started to boil. At this moment, if one still couldn't tell that this red-clothed girl was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, then she really was a pig.

"Bei Mingqing!"

The red-clothed girl said to the Elder Han with a light smile.

"Which clan?"

"A disciple of the side branch of Nanyang Town!" Bei Mingqing smiled and said to the Elder Han.

"That's right, that's right. If I'm not wrong, he should be at the third level of the Yellow Bamboo Realm. A side branch disciple being able to cultivate to this level is already very undesirable." Elder Han laughed and said.

"Elder's praise is too much!"

After Bei Mingqing finished speaking, she looked in the direction of Beiming Lan Yue with a meaningful glance. The corner of his mouth curled up into a playful smile, and he looked straight into Bei Mingqing's eyes without any hesitation. She had a feeling that what Bei Mingqing had displayed was not all of her strength.

It had to be said that today's match had some skill to it. From the start of the match to now, every match was extremely exciting, and BeiMing Chu had been the first to fight in every previous match.

"Number 23, go on stage!"

Beiming Lan Yue smiled. She took a few steps forward and appeared on the stage in a few leaps. She was still wearing the same black dress, but the fact that she was wearing it gave her an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"Swoosh!"

As Beiming Lan Yue ascended the stage, the sound of wind breaking resounded in the distance. A figure flashed from not too far away, and with a graceful leap, he appeared on the stage.

The person was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features. He gave off a very natural vibe, and when he landed, he revealed a gentle smile to Beiming Lan Yue, making her feel as if there was a spring breeze blowing past. This person gave her a very good feeling.