Maybe she couldn't compete with Nangong Yi with a single finger in the past, but after three days of training, her martial arts skills are no longer what they used to be.

Pointing his toes, he grabbed a long sword. Ling Mulao's body rose up, and he did a backflip like a flying swallow. The blade of the sword pointed straight at Gong Yi's chest.

With a "clang" sound, the two swords struck each other, and the cold light dazzled the eyes.

Nangong Yi retreated, feeling secretly frightened. This woman's moves were vicious. If she had hesitated just now, she might have pierced her heart with the sword.

She is indeed a prodigy in martial arts. In such a short period of time, her martial arts can no longer be described as leaps and bounds. It can be said that she has made rapid progress.

"Prince Yi, the most important thing to avoid in a martial arts competition is distraction. You are disrespecting your opponent."

Ling Mulao smiled, but her eyes were as cold as ice, and her figure was lightning, as if she was a sharp sword, thrust into the opponent's lifeline.

"Sure enough, it shouldn't be underestimated." Nangong Yi smiled narrowly and leaned sideways, passing by Ling Mulao's ear, and whispered softly: "It seems that it is worth it for me to sacrifice my appearance to save you."

With a "clang" sound, the sharp sword in Ling Mulao's hand fell to the ground.

This guy actually used the mind-attacking element at a critical moment. He was so evil and incompetent.

"Fuck your hue!"

Ling Mulao glared at him, wanting to eat him alive. With a flick of his sleeve, a long whip flew out, making the wind roar.

Nangong Yi's smile faded, but he dropped the sharp sword in his hand and fought with his bare hands. His body shone in the whip, but he did not fight back.

Everyone looked up for a long time and saw two colors, one red and one blue, flying in the air. Their movements and moves changed rapidly, and their figures flickered unpredictably. They gradually felt dizzy.

"Nangong Yi, take action!"

Ling Mulao frowned. Nangong Yi clearly looked down on her. He was too distracted just now and decided not to fight back at this moment.

"You asked me to take action, so don't blame me for being rude!"

Nangong Yi seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The evil charm in his eyes flashed past, and he was stunned for a moment before flying forward like an arrow from a string.

As soon as he grasped the whip with his palm, he pulled the whip tightly. With another pull, Ling Mulao staggered and was about to fall to the ground.

But Nangong Yi swung his whip, and she suddenly jumped up and was thrown high.

"Wow~ This Qinggong is amazing."

Everyone rubbed their temples and couldn't help but widen their eyes.

From what they looked at, they had no idea that Ling Mulao was thrown into the sky, and they thought she suddenly jumped into the air.

After being tossed back and forth several times, and being rubbed a few times by Nangong Yi intentionally or unintentionally, Ling Muchao finally knew that the sky was high.

"Nangong Yi, if you eat tofu from me again, will I call it indecent assault?"

"Martial arts competitions naturally involve physical contact. Miss Ling said this just to incriminate you." Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "But if you admit defeat, I can consider letting you go."

With a wave of the long whip, Ling Mulao was thrown up again and perfectly completed a 720° backflip in the air.

"Okay, I admit defeat!"

Ling Mulao was almost frothing at the mouth after being thrown. She originally wanted to hold on, but Nangong Yi always took the opportunity to be frivolous when she was thrown down.

"To admit defeat so quickly, it seems that I have overestimated you."

As soon as his long arms were retracted, Nangong Yifei stepped forward, took Ling Mulao into his arms, bound her hands, and landed on the ground like a feather.
Chapter completed!