The Third Miss of the Concubine: The Crazy Concubine

Chapter 70: Section 70 Dangerous situation [4]

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I have to say that Qianmoyan has too much nonsense. What's funny

Relatively speaking, she still prefers dumb.

To be precise, Qian Moyan is sorry for her name, Mo Yan, then stop talking.

"Be your mute back." Yun Luoxue smiled enchantingly, with a little luck in her hands, but unfortunately, she squeezed Qian Mo Yan's vocal cords.

Qian Moyan's eyes were as big as copper bells. At this moment, she regretted that Yun Luoxue was simply a devil.

It's an impersonal devil.

She was wrong, so she didn't know how to provoke her

I am really looking for trouble for myself.

Released her hand, Yun Luoxue was expressionless.

Regarding Qian Moyan's actions, she only glanced at Qian Mo Qingcheng on the second-floor viewing platform.

At this moment, Qianmo Qingcheng just looked at Yun Luoxue.

For a time, the eyes of the two people met in the air.

With a sound of'Wow-', there was a lively cheer in the long silent court.

Everyone has long ignored the injured thousand strange words.

They only know who the winner is now.

Yun Luoxue turned to look at Li Qinglan in a good voice of joy.

Li Qinglan's somewhat ruddy face carried a gratifying smile.

She knew her daughter was the best.

Just the next test...

The faces of the three elders were indescribably happy.

They didn't even know that there was such a master among the people.

Yun Luoxue stood out today.

In the next test, she and Yin Mo...

"In this game, Yun Luoxue won. According to Huoyu Country's rules, the next game will be the winner against the Holy Master of Yinmo Palace."

As a high-pitched voice fell, the original cheering voice suddenly disappeared.

It was as if the burning fire met a pouring rain and went out all at once.

Yun Luoxue retracted her gaze, glanced at Qianmo Qingcheng, and then at the three elders.

Yinmo

Against Yinmo

Silent, silent, silent... ... ..

The time for a stick of incense passed, and the competition hall remained silent.

They are waiting, waiting for the arrival of Yinmo.

Yinmo is the king of every session.

It is undoubtedly an unprecedented visual feast to watch him make a move.

In the past, it was men who faced Yinmo.

Only today, she is a 13-year-old girl.

I don't know how the Holy Lord of Yinmo Palace will execute this little girl

The time for a stick of incense slowly passed, as some coercive aura appeared.

The quiet people knew that Yinmo was coming soon.

"I heard that the winner today is a 13-year-old girl?"

A clear breeze, like promise, came up from the competition venue quietly and quietly, with the meaning of three-point play.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they waited for the voice master to appear.

The three elders got up when they heard the sound. All three were dressed in blue-gray robes. They knew that Yin Mo was here.

Yun Luoxue's pink lips twitched, Yin Mo really came

Moreover, listening to this voice only made her feel that Yinmo was a bit more arrogant than her.

The purple figure appeared out of thin air, still a silver mask, still a king's style, still so dazzling.

At this time, as soon as Yin Mo appeared, the surrounding court clearly felt a powerful force against them.

Some martial arts are humble, with wisps of blood coming out of the corners of their mouths.

Some of the complexions with profound spiritual power turned pale, obviously to resist the power emanating from Yin Mo's body.

Only Yun Luoxue on the competition field didn't feel pressured at all.