The content of the test suddenly changed, resulting in the evaluation of Wencheng, Yinshuang City, and Jinhai City completely abstained.

The master Nie Daiyu, the owner of Qing'an City, smiled confidently and flew on the stage. "It happened to be a sword repair.

In the end, it is the master of a city, and the row is much greater than the average person. She turned to the pavilion and changed her clothes.

When you goodbye, she was wearing a versatile butterfly fold skirt, wearing pale blue and thin smoke gauze, and shoulder should be cut into a waist, holding Qing'an City to Bao Weisye Sword, and the momentum was fierce. She folded fiber.

The waist is slightly stepped, and the wrist of the hand is in the light yarn. The hair is dotted with a little agate, shaking with her.

Xiang Jiao Xiuxiu is better than Huajiao.

Mu Zixiao also looked at the door. Although Nie Daiyu was sword repair, but this set of swordsmanship has no spiritual support, it can only be regarded as a good look. In addition, her appearance is beautiful and the skirt bonus, and the aesthetic feeling.

It's good.

It's just that this can't be called a real sword dance.

Nie Daiyu danced for a while, causing everyone to applaud.

But she was sweaty, but the audience cheered, and she was in a good mood. She smiled back to the position.

But when Nie Daiyu was just settled, he saw the person sent by Doumei City, and he was furiously slapped. "Lin Ting! Do you want to send a" scum "to try to compare with the city owner!"

Mu Zixiao turned to see the people sent by Doumei City, but saw a charming woman. She seemed to be bad. She heard that Nie Daiyu's words were white.

"Lord Nie Cheng, a little peace of mind, a little peace of mind, this Yan Qing is also the only person we took in Doumei City. It is ashamed. Although Yan Qing now becomes the dancer of the main house of the city, it was once an once.

It is the first apprentice of Xuan Nu's door. "

Mu Zixiao frowned, this Lin Ting's sentence was flattering, listening to Muzi Xiao's ears, but blood.

"Master, Xuan Nu Gate has been destroyed ten years ago. Now this Yan Qing Dan Tian has been abolished, and his spiritual power is not enough."

No wonder you have to be able to sword dance, and you can't operate the spiritual power. If you want to come, both Doumei and Anyu City have such a female swords.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and jumped into Indus Taichung. Her dress was bold and full of temptation. The scarlet skirt was wrapped in satin, showing the exquisite and seductive posture. Furong tube top could not cover her fair skin.

The flow of the clouds flowing, although there is no spiritual support, is enough to see the basic skills.

Even deliberately mixed the design of the dance in the move, the crystal clear falling down with the pearl ear falls, swaying back and forth.

She rotated, and the horn handle turned around, but it turned out to be a thorns towards Qi Han.

Qi Han sneered, and her waist whipped her neck.

Lin Ting exclaimed: "Qi Cheng's master is merciless!"

But Qi Han decided not to stop for this sentence, but saw a long flute flying in the air, blocking the whip back.

"Mucheng Lord is so good, but it seems that the foundation is complete, and he can use the district bamboo flute to block the old man."

Qi Han said so, but was shocked secretly. He was already in the middle of Jindan, and he was blocked by Mu Zi Xiao Xiao.

Mu Zixiao calmly recovered Zijin Xiao, "Inheritance, thanks to the bamboo flute in this area."

Others sounded modesty. I do n’t know that Mu Zixiao is telling the truth. This Zijin Xiao itself is the Shenzhu of the Purple Bamboo Forest of the South China Sea.

The wind was falling in front.

"If you see blood on the Indus platform today, it is really not good.

Yan Qing had expected that he could not assassinate success, and wanted to be hesitant, but was held down by the people in Doumei City. I do n’t know what they said, and I saw that she was gray and was pressed.

Everyone regretted sighing, I do n’t know if it ’s a pity for the beauty of the beauty, or for the unfortunate sword dance. It’ s a pity.

Mu Zixiao held the tea cup with one hand, but held his hand tightly at the table, endured his anger.
Chapter completed!