Relatively speaking, Murong's face is much inferior. The blue clothes looked a bit worn out, the long black hair was just tied up with a hair band, and the originally beautiful face also looked strange because of the huge purple-red birthmark.
The contrast between the two is particularly stark, one is a peerless beauty, and the other is an ugly Yaksha.
However, what was surprising was that compared to Murong Qingxue, Murong Qingyan's aura was even more compelling. Standing on the ring, everyone's eyes first fell on Murong Qingxue, but then everyone was involuntarily attracted by Murong Qingxue.
Obviously she has no strength at all, and she is obviously ugly, but it makes people unable to ignore her existence.
"Sister, you still have a chance to go back." As if thinking for Murong Qingxue, Murong Qingxue said with a generous face, "On the ring, fists and feet have no eyes, and when it hurts you, then don't All right."
"Murong Qingxue, acting here all the time, are you bothered?" Looking at the hypocritical Murong Qingxue, Murong Qingyan couldn't help frowning, "If you don't want to fight, then get out."
As soon as these words came out, Murong Qingxue's face suddenly became ugly. The people below the ring also boiled again because of such remarks.
"God, I've never seen such a shameless person. Miss Qingxue is clearly for her own good, yet she still speaks like this."
"Hahaha, this Murong Qingyan is too ignorant of herself. She is just a waste who can't even gather profound strength, and now she dares to say that she wants Miss Qingxue to admit defeat."
"Come on, Miss Qingxue, you must teach Murong Qingyan a good lesson. The existence of such a person simply smears everyone's eyes."
The following words became more and more ugly, but they did not affect the people above in the slightest.
Murong Qingxue had a generous and decent smile on her face, and looked up and down on Murong Qingyan's body without a trace. It seemed that she had never faced Murong like this before, but no matter what, she was the winner today. Murong's face can only be a stepping stone.
The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and the smile on her face never disappeared. She stretched out her hand and said, "Since my sister is unwilling to understand her painstaking efforts, don't blame me for being my sister. But don't worry, sister, wait a minute, I will definitely be merciful."
That's right, she is indeed merciful, and she will not kill Murong Qingyan. However, she wanted Murong Qingyan to be a complete waste, and she wanted Murong Qingyan to be more uncomfortable to live than to die.
While speaking, Murong Qingxue's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness.
"You don't have to be merciful." Murong smiled sneeringly at the corner of his mouth, "Because I won't be merciful either. Since we're already standing on this arena, there's no need to pretend here."
"Also, I advise you to stop talking so much nonsense, lest it's you who will be ugly when you wait."
Murong Qingxue's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, "Since that's the case, then please give me some advice."
Murong Xiong, who was in the audience, saw what happened on the ring, and his face became particularly ugly. At this time, he really wanted to directly announce that he would cut off all ties with Murong Qingyan. But now he can't act rashly at all. But he has already decided that when Murong loses his face, he will definitely punish this unfilial descendant.