Dijun, your medical concubine has gone against the sky again

Chapter 222 Kick Down (2)

"Hahaha……"

Xiao Ping laughed out loud beside him, with an incomparably sarcastic expression on his face.

"My Highness also agrees to follow the rules. Some people who don't follow the rules should be eliminated. Or, Miss Yun wants to tell us that in the past few days, you have risen to the third level in a row, and you have jumped to the spirit pulse state Is it at the eighth level?"

After his sarcastic words fell, the faces of all officials in Nanchu became ugly.

Boss Ye looked calm and nonchalant, while Chu Yunfeng and other insiders looked at the silly duo of Xiao Ping and the dean with sympathy.

On Yunqian's side, there was no intention to refute for a long time. Yunhong, who was protecting his sister and mad devil, finally couldn't sit still. He tilted his head and stared at Xiao Ping coldly: "What's impossible? Xiaoqian was originally a spirit Pulse realm eighth level."

Xiao Ping's rampant laughter stopped abruptly, his expression was like a rooster with its neck strangled.

"This king can prove that Yun Qian is indeed at the eighth level of the Spiritual Pulse Realm."

Chu Yunfeng stood up and looked sideways at Situ Liuguang beside him: "His Royal Highness Zhanwang, what do you think?"

Situ Liuguang chose to remain silent, but that expression was clearly acquiescing.

There was an expression on the dean's face as if he had swallowed a fly. Looking at Yun Qian who was not far away with a playful smile on his face, he felt that he had been slapped and his cheeks hurt.

"It's time to start."

Ye Yan on the throne finally opened his mouth, and threw down a few domineering and cold words, and the leakage of kingly air made everyone in the venue silent.

Nangong Jingnian stared at Yun Qian without any trace, and a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes.

He always felt that Miss Yun's growth rate was somewhat out of his control.

The first game in the afternoon was a competition between several eighth-level players.

In terms of personal strength, there is not much difference between those players, but Nangong Jingyu has Bai Xue Lingbao to help him, and in the real battle, he directly crushed the other contestants.

This game has completely become his home game, and there is almost no suspense in winning.

"Assigned."

Under the sunlight, the handsome man stood with a smile on his face, exuding a dignified and luxurious air all over his body.

"Don't look, it's your turn to play."

Yunhong poked at his younger sister who was sitting as firmly as Mount Tai, and sounded a reminder.

Yun Qian raised her eyes to look at the stage, and smiled faintly: "I won't try to steal his limelight, and just participate in the next round."

She wanted to directly participate in the ninth stage, but the dean didn't agree, and wanted to use the so-called rules to suppress her.

On the throne, Ye Yan lightly turned the teacup in his hand, and stared at him with a half-smile: "Why, the dean disagrees with the envoy's decision?"

The dean immediately fell silent.

In the first round of the game, the opponents of the game are determined by drawing lots, and the opponents who draw the same number are the opponents.

Yunqian didn't know if it was luck, she got Xiao Ping in the first round.

Xiao Ping looked at the number in his hand, and gave Yun Qian a hard look, his expression was extremely cold.

"Isn't it just an eighth-level thing that doesn't know how to live or die? Today, you have fallen into the hands of my highness. With new and old hatred, my highness will definitely make your life worse than death."

Yun Qian shrugged her shoulders calmly, as if she didn't pay attention to him at all: "Then I'll wait and see."

Xiao Ping almost gnawed his back molars.

On the terrazzo marble platform, the two stood facing each other. Following the sound of the referee below, Xiao Ping immediately raised the mace in his hand and threw it at Yunqian's head.

(End of this chapter)