Chapter 366

It took yesiwen half an hour to advance. With her breath rising, she finally reached the eighth level of cultivation. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found yechengshuang protecting Dharma for her. She was both excited and grateful. She arched her hand to him and said, "I've met the master."

"Yes, yes, I'm worthy of being my night disciple." Night Cheng frost satisfaction nodded, "you just advanced, I have for you to admit defeat. It's just a small win or loss. Don't worry about it. "

Ye Siwen is not a person who knows no good or evil. He respectfully answers the question and thanks Guan Zexian, "thank you for your kindness."

After learning that she had no intention of fighting again, Guan Zexian went down to the challenge arena. He was quite disappointed. This year's contest was too boring.

On the referee's bench, Murong Ling notices that Li cangmin's tight muscles are slowly relaxing. She can't help stirring up the petals. If the night master doesn't move, she doesn't doubt that Li cangmin will fly to the challenge arena to protect the night's culture.

His royal highness is just cold, but not unfeeling, his heart must have some recognition of the night home. What's more, even she was deeply shocked, let alone Li cangmin, who was a sword mender.

Every sword repair is proud and proud.

Murong Ling didn't feel jealous of Li cangmin. She just felt sorry that she was not interested in Kendo and couldn't resonate with Li cangmin in spirit.

"What's the matter?"

Since Shuangxiu, Li cangmin is very sensitive to Murong Ling's emotional changes. Even though she is Huolian now, he can still keenly detect her changes.

Murong Ling coughed lightly. She was embarrassed to reveal that she seemed to be suffering from no illness or sad spring and hurt autumn. She said to him, "I just want to know when I can recover. I seem to be fighting and my blood is boiling."

In fact, she was originally warlike, but now she lives in Huolian's body to watch others fight, which is quite powerless and uncomfortable.

Li cangmin didn't doubt it. He just looked at her pitifully. "When it's over, we'll go back. If you want to compete, I can accompany you."

Murong Ling immediately cheered up. He was accompanied by friar Zhuyuan, who was much better than friar Lianyuan. His depression was swept away and he began to plan his future training days.

Li cangmin couldn't help smiling. He touched her corolla and showed a doting smile.

The second game is yesiyun vs. the wind and the moon.

Feng Jianyue is a friar of Shuimu shuanglinggen. Her fighting power is not strong. She rose to the third round with the help of magic weapons and no other powerful opponent. In fact, her strength is inferior to that of Gu Qinwan. This time, she met the strongest sword xiuyesiyun of the same level, and it was reasonable for her to lose.

Although she was a little unwilling, she was soon relieved for the sake of the night disciples. She could not help looking at the referee, but saw that Master Li was talking with a lotus flower, and even Yu Guang was falling on the challenge arena. Her face became ugly again.

Lu Yiyao passes by Feng Jianyue and notices that she is lost. She follows her eyes. The light in her eyes is dim. When she sees Feng Jianyue again, she is already disdainful and disdainful. Today's nuns are addicted to love and are willing to degenerate. No wonder they are so vulnerable.

Lu Yiyao is the most unique female monk in the hermit world. Even if she is strong in the later period of Zhuyuan Dynasty, when she is strong, it is the time when those men are convinced by her!

Lu Yiyao's ambition soared, his cold and heartless face was full of pride and contempt, and he despised Qian Zhiyao, who had just refined the seven layers of Yuan Dynasty. Within three moves, he knocked people out of the challenge arena. His injury was as bad as Murong Tong's, and his chest wound was deep and bloody.

Qianqiuxue immediately changed her face, quickly fed qianzhiyao heart protection pill and purple spirit pill, glaring at yuwenjin, "yuwenjin, you are a good disciple!"