As the black hair fell, the wild wolf suddenly gasped, and his footsteps did not push back again for the first time, but took a step back, covered his cheeks with his hands, and stood up aggressively.

Feng Qingcheng's skirt fell to the ground, and his black hair hung gracefully behind him. A chuckled from the corner of his lips, looking at the wild wolf with a burning look.

"It seems that the winner is decided between us, right?"

Everyone's eyes instantly frozen on the wild wolf, especially his cheeks, which made people curious.

The woman dressed as a man in the audience was obviously a little puzzled, and she couldn't help but stutter: "Brother Wild Wolf, what's wrong with you?"

The wild wolf's thin neck suddenly raised, looked at Feng Qingcheng's eyes proudly, and after the corners of his lips trembled, he said coldly: "You won..."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped off the ring and walked towards the stick he was stuck on the ground.

And as his hands covering his cheeks held his weapon, several clearly visible irregular blood marks were clearly visible on his pale cheeks.

According to the principle of blood transfusion, the wild wolf did lose.

The woman hurried forward and wanted to wipe his cheek, but he pushed it away with one hand, pulled out the stick, and walked away without looking back.

The woman lowered her head and stopped her feet. Tears seemed to be circling in her eyes, but she finally held back and did not fall down. She trotted and chased after her.

Mu Chenxiao suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Feng Qingcheng who was slowly walking down the ring with a charming smile.

"Baby, you always surprise people."

This sentence instantly made everyone wake up, and suddenly realized that Feng Qingcheng had won the competition again.

And this time, she still won a little unclear.

Compared with the murderous aura on other arenas, Feng Qingcheng seemed to be competing in his own back garden. When the clouds and winds were calm, everything was done.

In the quiet imperial tent in the distance, the emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes locked tightly on a letter in front of him, breathing for a long and dull.

In front of him, a man in white swayed the feather fan lightly and looked at the emperor's heavy expression calmly.

"Your Majesty, Feng Qingcheng won again without expectation..."

The emperor's eyes slowly moved away from the letter, as if he was calmly meeting the man's eyes.

"Feng Qingcheng won, completely within my expectations. According to my speculation, the next game is her highlight... So, we need to change the rules of this game..."

The man closed the feather fan with a "pop", and a meaningful smile spread deep in his eyes: "So the emperor has prepared a program for her alone?"

"You have also seen Feng Qingcheng's martial arts skills. They are definitely different from us, even from Feng Chongtian. Therefore, we must force out her last potential..."

The emperor's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a sneer was raised on the corner of his lips: "It just so happens that we can also take the opportunity to experiment with our people... and see what happened to them..."

A dull thunder came from the distant sky, and the white-clothed man's feather fan slowly opened again: "Looking at this, the wind and rain are coming..."

...

The dull air before the thunderstorm was approaching was suffocating. Feng Qingcheng, who had been wet with sweat, really wanted to take a cold bath and make it clear. As the black hair fell, the wild wolf suddenly gasped, and his footsteps did not push him back again for the first time, but took a step back, covered his cheeks with his hands, and stood up aggressively.

Feng Qingcheng's skirt fell to the ground, and his black hair hung gracefully behind him. A chuckled from the corner of his lips, looking at the wild wolf with a burning look.

"It seems that the winner is decided between us, right?"

Everyone's eyes instantly frozen on the wild wolf, especially his cheeks, which made people curious.

The woman dressed as a man in the audience was obviously a little puzzled, and she couldn't help but stutter: "Brother Wild Wolf, what's wrong with you?"

The wild wolf's thin neck suddenly raised, looked at Feng Qingcheng's eyes proudly, and after the corners of his lips trembled, he said coldly: "You won..."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped off the ring and walked towards the stick he was stuck on the ground.

And as his hands covering his cheeks held his weapon, several clearly visible irregular blood marks were clearly visible on his pale cheeks.

According to the principle of blood transfusion, the wild wolf did lose.

The woman hurried forward and wanted to wipe his cheek, but he pushed it away with one hand, pulled out the stick, and walked away without looking back.

The woman lowered her head and stopped her feet. Tears seemed to be circling in her eyes, but she finally held back and did not fall down. She trotted and chased after her.

Mu Chenxiao suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Feng Qingcheng who was slowly walking down the ring with a charming smile.

"Baby, you always surprise people."

This sentence instantly made everyone wake up, and suddenly realized that Feng Qingcheng had won the competition again.

And this time, she still won a little unclear.

Compared with the murderous aura on other arenas, Feng Qingcheng seemed to be competing in his own back garden. When the clouds and winds were calm, everything was done.

In the quiet imperial tent in the distance, the emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes locked tightly on a letter in front of him, breathing for a long and dull.

In front of him, a man in white swayed the feather fan lightly and looked at the emperor's heavy expression calmly.

"Your Majesty, Feng Qingcheng won again without expectation..."

The emperor's eyes slowly moved away from the letter, as if he was calmly meeting the man's eyes.

"Feng Qingcheng won, completely within my expectations. According to my speculation, the next game is her highlight... So, we need to change the rules of this game..."

The man closed the feather fan with a "pop", and a meaningful smile spread deep in his eyes: "So the emperor has prepared a program for her alone?"

"You have also seen Feng Qingcheng's martial arts skills. They are definitely different from us, even from Feng Chongtian. Therefore, we must force out her last potential..."

The emperor's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a sneer was raised on the corner of his lips: "It just so happens that we can also take the opportunity to experiment with our people... and see what happened to them..."

A dull thunder came from the distant sky, and the white-clothed man's feather fan slowly opened again: "Looking at this, the wind and rain are coming..."

...
Chapter completed!