Yuan Hao's face was full of confusion: "Junior sister, what does half-cooked mean?"

"Two hundred and five, missing a root."

Duan Yifei scratched his head: "No way? Prince Yun is a genius in cultivation. How can he achieve such a high level of cultivation if his muscles and veins are not intact?"

Okay! I can’t explain it anymore.

Feng Xiaoqiang walked towards the martial arts stage.

He Yang suddenly remembered something: "Primary school girl, aren't you a registered disciple of the Great Elder? Why don't you ask the Great Elder for help."

"There's no need to bother Master with this little matter." Feng Xiaoqiang waved his hand.

Everyone's lips twitched wildly. Is it a trivial matter to offend Prince Yun?

"Elder brother, what should I do?" Zhou Qi pulled Lin Han.

Lin Han knew that this elementary school girl also had an idea. So he gave the bag of spirit stones to Wu Lin and asked him to hand it over to his master, and told his master about the decisive battle between the elementary school girl and Prince Yun.

And he took the people from the sports academy to cheer for the elementary school girl first.

The martial arts stage is in the central area of ​​the seminary. The competitions, duels, and year-end competitions of the seminary students are all held here.

If you have a personal grudge, as long as you sign a life-and-death agreement, you can live or die regardless of the competition on the martial arts stage.

If there is a normal sparring competition, the hospital has regulations that do not allow life-threatening injuries.

When Feng Xiaoqiang arrived at the martial arts stage, the stage was already surrounded by people.

Every time Prince Yun appears, there will be a crowd.

This time is no exception.

Among the students who were watching, the men were in awe and envious of him, while the women were obsessed with him and had a crush on him. As long as he showed up, these people would not miss the opportunity to admire his grace.

As for Feng Xiaoqiang now, her reputation in the monastery is so bad that she has no friends.

The thief who stole medicinal materials dreamed of becoming the crown prince of the Tianlan Empire within a few days of entering the monastery.

As a result, Prince Yun became disgusted and wanted to take advantage of the duel to drive her out of the Tianlan Monastery and even the territory of the Tianlan Empire.

In short, the public opinion became more and more distorted. In the eyes of the seminary students, Feng Xiaoqiang was a shameless person with bad character.

So when Feng Xiaoqiang appeared, there was a sound of contempt and contempt all around.

Feng Xiaoqiang turned a deaf ear to this. She jumped lightly and jumped onto the stage.

Prince Yun on the martial arts stage has an independent figure. Even if he is standing like that, he is still an eye-catching sight.

Prince Yun drew out his Cloud Piercer Sword, and a ray of light flowed from the Cloud Piercer Sword.

In Canglong Continent, holy weapons are already the top divine weapons.

In the Tianlan Empire, you can count the number of saint-level weapons on one hand.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he lacked a useful weapon.

Huntian Ling took advantage of it, but she couldn't take it out and use it casually. There were a few high-grade spiritual weapons she won from Quan Feng Daojun in the storage ring, but she couldn't use them because she didn't know martial arts.

After counting this in detail, Feng Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that she was lacking a lot of things.

"Let's take action." Prince Yun's cold voice interrupted Feng Xiaoqiang's thoughts.

Feng Xiaoqiang was not polite and shot two water spiritual daggers at him.

These two daggers really had no power. Prince Yun snorted coldly. He didn't expect that this genius of the whole system was so weak. He raised the Cloud-piercing Sword horizontally and blocked it casually.

"Papa"

The two daggers that hit the Cloud Piercer sword suddenly broke apart. Water splashed everywhere, splashing water on Prince Yun's face.

There was a crack in Prince Yun's stern expression.

"court death!"

The Cloud Piercer Sword was infused with spiritual power, and its brilliance became even brighter.

A sword shadow stabbed Feng Xiaoqiang at a ghostly speed. The fierce momentum made Feng Xiaoqiang's breath hitch.

She mobilized her spiritual power with both feet and hurriedly dodged. The lightning-fast blade wind cut off a strand of her long hair.
Chapter completed!