The unique skill of learning secretly made Xia Siqin quite skillfully, so happy that she completely forgot the pain.

This is what is called pain and happiness, and perseverance.

After punching her, she took the opportunity to turn the pig's head and stick out her tongue at Cang Hua.

It means: I want me to admit defeat, there is no way! I will learn all the skills of your disciples, and it depends on what you can do.

Canghua's forehead was covered with symbols of anger, and he clenched his fists, constantly advising himself not to be angry, not to be angry, not to be angry.

The little brother who was stunned came back to his senses and continued to beat Xia Siqin.

Can't bear it!

How can a unique skill he has worked hard to invent for two hundred years?

He had to beat her to death, but he could only do his own unique skills.

The beaten Zhutouqin clearly felt the opponent's murderous intent. The opponent was no longer a regular exchange, but really wanted to kill her. Therefore, she had to be serious.

"Spirit Moon."

She called out in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the ice tiger came out.

The temperature of the air around it dropped sharply, and the audience shivered unconsciously, mobilizing their spiritual power to keep the cold.

"Hiss, the stinky girl is finally willing to summon the spirit beast." Old man Canghua closed his clothes and looked at the stage calmly.

Lingyue took a blizzard to the stage, and the cool ice and snow tornado danced on the competition stage, and the wind stunned everyone's eyes.

The little brother's void fist was frozen in the air and could not move.

He was shocked: Why is there such a weird ice?

The next second, he saw the large outline of Bing Laohu, stepped on himself and stepped on him to the ground, just like he had stepped on Xia Siqin before.

Lingyue has long been unhappy with this brat. How could it be their owner trampled on by them?

It will repay the master’s revenge!

One kick, two kicks, three kicks...

Step on the stomp...

The defense of the Immortal's late-level beast was crushed very thoroughly under the crushing of the ninth-level divine beast.

The little brother spat out one mouthful, two mouthfuls, and three mouthfuls of Lingxiao's blood, which was as miserable as Xia Siqin.

The battle situation was extremely tragic when two pig heads and one tiger on the stage.

At the end, the little brother surrendered.

He did not admit defeat to Xia Siqin, but to Lingyue.

There is no way, he will be unable to save his face if he refuses to admit defeat.

Xiao Yun lost two games, and the remaining players dared not take the initiative to play.

Because, this is no longer a competition of strength, but a destruction of perseverance.

They can’t do the arduous task of the ancestor!

Not to mention whether they could make her surrender or not, they would say that their unique skills were stolen at any time, so how dare they go up?

Everyone pushes me, I push you, and you can't choose the third player after pushing and pushing.

Old Man Canghua was really angry when he saw that the morale of his disciples had been suppressed, but he had nothing to do except anger.

Xia Siqin on the stage regained her beautiful face and pointed at a big brother below the stage with a scimitar, "Just come up quickly, let's fight quickly."

The big brother who was named had a headache and he was as if he could foresee his pig's head if he didn't play.

Everyone cheered for him and fortunately pushed him up with gloating.

After the eldest brother stood firm, he touched his face and said to her: "Can you not beat the head, can you..." Don't steal the sect.

In the second half of the sentence, he didn't dare to say it, for fear that it would attract contempt.

Xia Siqin nodded: "Okay, don't beat the head."

As soon as he finished speaking, a foot appeared behind the elder brother's PP and kicked him down heavily.

Not ready for war, he knocked his forehead to the ground.

Damn fufu.
Chapter completed!