"Play another game? Isn't Thousand Landlord doing this? Are you really not afraid of your baby girl being injured?" Mo Shanshi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes became cold.

He did intend to reach an alliance with Ling Yunlou, but that does not mean that he can give up this important opportunity this time, and, more importantly, looking at Qianyu’s current attitude, it is clear that Fuxigu is regarded as Fool, how can he bear it?

"It's okay, I believe Lord Mogu has a sense of merit." Qian Yu shook his head, and then closed his eyes slowly, saying no more.

"Fen Cun?" Mo Shanshi's fists were slightly tight. He didn't know what Qianyu said was the meaning of the Cun Cun, but one thing he knew that if he continued to "Centimeter", Fu Xigu would be out in the first round Too.

For a moment of silence, Mo Shanshi's eyes opened sharply, and a bright light flashed through his eyes. Then, he also said: "Qingfeng, remember, don't let your life die!"

"Yes, Master!" As Mo Shanshi's voice fell, a young man wearing dark gray clothes with various characters printed on it quickly came out from behind several elders.

This is a young man with a cold and fierce look. There is a scar on his forehead. His clothes are supported by strong muscles and he looks extremely strong.

"Qing Feng? The name sounds... so familiar! Could it be that Qing Feng of the original Jiwu Dynasty?"

"It should be. I heard that this Qing Feng was previously known as the first genius in the Jiwu Dynasty. However, after four years of marching forward, Fuxi Valley disappeared."

"This Fuxi Valley is too trivial, right? Although, after losing a game, but against a young girl in Tianzhaojing, she even called out Qing Feng?"

"Maybe you want to solve the battle quickly!"

The disciples around Zongmen saw Qing Feng coming out of Fuxi Valley, and while talking quietly, they were more and more worried about Pingyang.

After all, people will always unconsciously sympathize with the weak, and now Pingyang, in the hearts of the disciples of Zongmen, is the rank of the weak.

"Feng Xigu's disciple Qing Feng, twenty-six years old, has reincarnation peak strength. One year ago, he competed with the sacred realm'Gang Xin', and he did not lose three hundred moves!" Qing Feng also looked away after standing up The Zongmen disciples who swept the discussion around, and then said a bit coldly.

"This... actually sent a sacred place!"

"Too much!"

"Fuxi Valley is shameless!"

The disciples around Zongmen had sympathy for Pingyang in their hearts. After hearing Qing Feng's introduction, they were all excited.

"It's comparable to the Holy Realm... so powerful, should I make ten tricks?" After hearing this, Pingyang also had a frightened expression on his face.

"Is there any reason for concessions regarding the reputation of Zongmen's reputation?" Qing Feng seemed to have guessed that Pingyang would say so, and responded unkindly.

"Then... how about letting me go first?" Pingyang seemed a little unwilling.

"Whether you can do it or not depends on your skills!"

"You won't beat me as soon as you shoot?"

"The odds are sometimes like this. If you are afraid, you can admit defeat as soon as possible. I will not embarrass you, and you Lingyunlou can also send another capable opponent."

"But, I still want to play again?"

"It's no wonder I!" Qing Feng nodded, and then looked at the disciples in charge of the Tiandao Pavilion: "Please announce it!"

"Well." The disciples of Tiandaoge nodded, and then looked at Pingyang: "Pingyang little sister, Wubi is about to start, are you ready?"

"No." Pingyang shook his head without thinking.

"..."

"..."

The disciples in charge of the Tiandao Pavilion, as well as the waiting Qing Feng, and the disciples around Zongmen, after hearing such an answer, were naturally somewhat speechless.

Not ready?

You have already played a game, have you said you are not ready?

"Then I don't know how long Pingyang's little sister will prepare?" Tian Dao Ge disciples asked Pingyang patiently again after a slight cough.

"If he is willing to let me make ten tricks, I'll be ready." Pingyang beeped his pink mouth and showed a naive smile.

"I can't be the master..." The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion were a little embarrassed.

"You have called me my little sister, don't you want to help me?" Pingyang blinked his eyes clear and clear, looking a little sad.

"I called you little sister, because I know that your relationship with sister Chi is as close as a sister, so it is worthy of being a little sister and has no other meaning."

"Then you have to help me even more."

"However, I can't help... He doesn't agree, how can I force it?"

"Why can't you force it?"

"..." The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion were slurred again, because he really didn't know how to answer this, and he said it too seriously, for fear that people would say that he was too fierce and did not understand the etiquette.

How to do?

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion are very embarrassed and can only look at Mu Qingfeng.

"Let's get started." Mu Qingfeng was also helpless at the moment, but he couldn't have come from Pingyang's temperament. After all, so many people were waiting.

"Okay, Fu Xigu played against Lingyunlou in the second match. Qingfeng played against Pingyang. Now it starts!" After hearing Mu Qingfeng's words, the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion also quickly breathed a sigh of relief and announced directly.

"Hey... Princess Ben is not ready yet, how can you guys..."

"Sorry, Highness Princess!"

Pingyang's voice has not completely fallen yet, but Qing Feng has moved, his figure is like electricity, and a long sword like a hook in his hand is directly cut from the air.

It was a purple light falling from top to bottom.

At the moment when the purple light was on, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen. It seemed that the whole world was filled with the purple light, and everyone's eyes were completely attracted by the purple light.

"The morning sun rises, Ziqi comes from the east, good mood, good swordsmanship!" Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but praise it when he saw this purple mango falling from the sky.

And at this time, a little golden awn was also shining in the purple light. It was a golden light that was picked up from the bottom. There was no mood like the purple awn, but it was full of violent and fierce atmosphere.

A gun named: Fire Lin!

"Huh? Pingyang didn't hide!"

"Not good, Your Highness, flash away!"

"This is Qingfeng's Purple Qi Silver Hook!"

Seeing the Huolin gun greeted him unavoidably, the disciples around Zongmen were all startled and immediately shouted loudly.

And Qing Feng was stunned for a moment.

However, it was just a moment of stunnedness, because, at the moment when the golden mantle touched the silver hook in his hand, a powerful force that was almost exaggerated and horrified also struck.

Fire Lin Gun!

Among the top ten treasures of the Daxia Dynasty, it is called the most powerful gun!

Coupled with the powerful strength of Pingyang Shengjing, this shot, Qing Feng really has no time to react, and the whole person was taken off by a powerful fierce force.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood was sprayed directly from Qing Feng's mouth. The original fierce face also turned ruddy at this moment, because the power that rushed into his body made his entire body have one. This kind of pain burned from the inside by flames.

"I have said that you are not ready yet, and you rushed over. Isn't this bullying?" A clear voice also sounded at this time.

Then, a fiery red figure also rushed to the sky. The bright red flower armor looked extremely bright under the sunlight, and the burning flames on the body were like the elves bathed in flames.

"Buzz!" A shock rang.

The sky's red light stained the sky, which was a kind of sunset-like red glow, lit from Pingyang's body, and spurred the sky.

At the same time, a bright red character also lit up on Pingyang's forehead, which was extremely complicated, demonstrating the strength of her holy realm.

"What?! You..." Qing Feng, who flew in the air, looked at such a scene, and made a very incredible voice in his mouth.

He wanted to say something more, but a crimson flaming gun had been stabbed down, and struck him in front of him like lightning from top to bottom.

"Boom!"

There was an extra blood hole in Qing Feng's arm holding the silver hook sword, and the blood splashed, so that his hand holding the silver hook sword could no longer be held.

And this seems not to be over yet. The moment the silver hook sword released, he also saw a foot, a foot that fell head-on and stepped on his face.

"Boom!" Under the strong impact, Qing Feng's body fell heavily on the ground without resistance. His face turned from red to white. Although his eyes were not closed, they stared as if they were full of blood.

He wanted to stand up, but a little golden mantle had already reached his eyes at this time, staying quietly in his throat, the fierce breath made him unable to move at all.

"I heard that you fought against the Sacred Realm for 300 rounds a year ago without losing?" Qingyang Qingping's eyes looked at Qing Feng, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"..." Qing Feng's lips moved. He wanted to say yes, but he didn't know why, but he felt completely speechless.

"Hahaha, needless to say, Princess Ben knew you lost, and you don't have to blame yourself, because, losing in Princess Ben's hands is not ashamed, hahaha...Princess Ben won again, winning two consecutive games, More powerful than Yan Xiu!" Pingyang didn't wait for Qing Feng to speak, and the wanton laughter rang directly, echoing on the zenith of Tianchan Mountain.

Qianyu opened her eyes at this moment, looking at Pingyang, who was standing not far away, with a bright smile on her face, and there was a hint of heartfelt comfort in the corner of her mouth.

As for the disciples around Zongmen, as well as the Fuxi Valley, the Yin Yang Temple, and even the disciples of Mu Qingfeng and Tiandao Pavilion, they are completely ignorant at this moment.

"Won?!"

"Pingyang, actually won?"

"How did she win? Why is this?!"

No one can figure it out, because there is no such possibility at all, how can there be such a win? Doesn’t Qing Feng have an overwhelming advantage?

unless……

In an instant, an idea flashed in everyone's mind.

However, when this thought flashed, everyone's face completely changed, it was a real shock and incredible from the heart.

"Holy Realm!"

"Pingyang is a holy place!"

"Sixteen...sixteen-year-old holy land?!"

No one wants to believe this kind of thing, but it seems that only such a reason can explain the scene of Pingyang shooting Fei Qingfeng just now.

silence.

Incomparably silent.

Sunshine fell from the sky, as usual on Pingyang's body, and a faint red light flowed on the flower, and long hair like a waterfall fluttered gently in the wind.

On the forehead of Pingyang, the bright red characters are even more dazzling.

"Holy realm, really holy realm!"

"Pingyang is a strong man in the Holy Realm!"

If it was just before, when everyone saw Pingyang, they would only say that Pingyang was cute and beautiful, but now, when the characters representing the Holy Land on Pingyang’s forehead are reflected in their eyes, everyone has a kind of legs hair Soft feeling.

Holy Realm!

A sixteen year old holy land!

If the 18-year-old Yan Xiu ~lightnovelpub.net~ has caused a strong sense of frustration in their hearts, then when the 16-year-old Pingyang appeared in front of them, they no longer knew what to use What language to describe.

"Father Emperor, Pingyang she..." The wise king Lin Yun also widened his eyes at this moment, even if he saw it with his own eyes, but looking at Pingyang, who was standing in the field and wrapped in red mansions, he still couldn't believe this fact, because, When it was half a year ago, Pingyang was really a heavenly place.

"Well, Pingyang, she's sanctified!" Lin Mubai nodded.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, His Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Her Royal Highness, break through the Holy Realm!"

The generals and courtiers of the Daxia dynasty also knelt down at this moment, shouting toward the Holy Spirit Lin Mubai, and Pingyang standing not far away.

"Hahaha, let's get up! This princess was Tianzhao half a year ago, but now it is a holy land. How is it, are you very surprised? Is it exciting? Hahaha..." Pingyang smiled happily without any worries. Because, because she waited for this day, she had waited too long.

"..."

"..."

Arrogant, wanton, and arrogant. These are the words that rise in everyone's mind when they hear Pingyang's words, but they have no words to deny that Pingyang does have arrogant, wanton, and arrogant capital.

Of course, it would be better if it could be a little low-key.

It's a pity that...

Pingyang is Pingyang. When she is standing above this zenith and holding a fire gun, how can she not be so arrogant.

"Click!" The cup in Mo Shanshi's hand was crushed directly, and the sneer originally hung on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a cold, extremely cold: "Thousands of landlords, good means, I Mo Shanshi, admire it today!"