Listening to Zhiyan not caring, everyone was happy and surrounded her and continued to compliment her. Especially the young boys, their eyes were so wide that they could not expect that there would be such a beautiful and powerful junior sister in their Holy Luo Temple. Just looking at her, I felt happy.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Miss Leng Yan was young and had such strength. It was really admirable." The middle-aged man with a simple face walked to Zhiyan's side and said kindly.

"I am Liu Yi. If I don't dislike you, I will call me Brother Yi in the future. If I have my protection, no one dares to bully you." The middle-aged man with a simple face was familiar with him. He introduced himself to Zhiyan and took the initiative to be her brother.

There is no way, who made Xiao Yan'er so young, beautiful, cute and charming? The most important thing is that her personality is more popular with Liu Yi. It was the first time he saw such a calm and calm girl. It was not easy, not easy.

Zhiyan looked dark and had seen someone close to him, but she had never seen him close to him so much. It seemed that they were not familiar with him.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Zhiyan said symbolically and perfunctorily. She herself was not picky, but sometimes she was rude, just like a big brother. Unless she had a close relationship with her or had already admitted this existence in her heart, it would be difficult for her to speak.

"Sang Xin, does Leng Yan's little sister look down on me like her elder brother?" After Liu Yi finished speaking, the person next to him almost vomited. When did this Liu Yi become so sour?

"Okay, the battle is coming soon. Let's gather the center and play well." Qi Ling's sharp eyes swept across everyone and said coldly, with a faint coldness when he looked at Zhiyan.

"Haha, yes, yes, yes, the battle is coming soon. Let's discuss the things you should pay attention to during the game..." Liu Yi nodded repeatedly, and a group of people moved closer and began to discuss the matters of the battle.

With a gong and drumbeat, the competition officially began.

Thirty-three each side, gongs and drums fell, and sixty-six fought together.

Zhiyan wandered on the edge of the crowd, with thirty-three people on the other side, one of whom was at the peak of the Grandmaster, one was at the middle level, and two were at the beginning of the Grandmaster, and the next one was the Grandmaster Strong.

Except for the peak of the Grand Master who threatened her a little, everything else was not worth fearing. However, since it was a group battle, she tried not to show it too obvious.

Thirty-three people rushed towards each other and beat the people in the Holy Luo Palace.

"Haha, let me play with this delicate little sister." The masked man chuckled, his body suddenly ejaculated, his wrist trembled, and a powerful force shot out immediately, smashing towards Zhiyan's facade.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, the air trembled slightly, and the rich spiritual power carried the momentum to destroy everything. Seeing everyone's hearts trembled, I couldn't help but gasp.

"Be good, if you take this palm, wouldn't Miss Leng Yan's face be disfigured?" The man stared at him nervously, wishing he could go up and resist the blow for Zhiyan.

"Damn, it's so despicable. It's not good to hit someone else's face. "A group of teenagers cursed, and they were very annoyed by the masked man who was ruthless at Zhiyan.

Such a delicate little girl stood in front of him, but he could not help but make a move. Damn, she was too unkind.

"Fuck, I don't know how to be merciful at all. Grandma, curse him for not being able to hold a woman in his life..."

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Many men stood up from their seats and stared at Zhiyan tightly, for fear that she would be hurt at all. Subconsciously, they did not want such a delicate and beautiful person to be hurt. Shouldn’t such a beautiful woman be protected?

"Be careful!" Yi Guan and others changed their expressions and shouted collectively, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety. The rich wave of spiritual power attacked Zhiyan, cutting them into their hearts like a blade.

Absolutely not injured!

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes, and there was a touch of joking on the corner of his lips, looking at the middle-level master who was attacking Zhiyan leisurely.

The eyes of the three gods of death also fell on Zhiyan, and compared to the Holy Lord, he had a little exploration.

A dark light flashed in Qi Mufeng's purple eyes. Looking at the spiritual wave that was about to attack Zhiyan, the fingers that fell on the jade chair moved a little, but remained cold and watched quietly.

The rich energy broke through the air, and even though it was about two meters away, it still felt the pain. Zhiyan's clear eyes, as clear as water, dripping a ray of cold light, and the corner of her lips slightly pulled, and the little hand hanging beside her suddenly moved.

The pink sleeves were thrown gently, and the faint blue one took off her sleeves and walked away, facing the fierce energy coming towards her.

Everyone's eyes lit up at first. When they saw the thing that Zhiyan threw out, their faces were suddenly covered with disappointment. It seemed that women were indeed not suitable for fighting. Didn't she know that the small energy ball was not enough to destroy such a strong energy fluctuation of others?

Alas, okay, I have seen idiots fighting, but I have never seen such idiots fighting. Even if I don’t know how to deal with it, at least I can move a little when facing danger. She stood like this and didn’t know that she would take the initiative to dedicate herself to be a living target.

The faint energy ball was sacrificed, and the Holy Lord raised his eyebrows and a hint of doubt appeared on his face. What is this girl doing?

Qi Mufeng, who was leaning against the jade pedestal, opened his eyes at this time, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. Maybe others could not feel it, but he could clearly sense the tremendous energy wrapped under the light blue.
Chapter completed!