Zhu Ci took the initiative to stand up, his eyes were red, and he looked pitiful.
She hoarse her voice, softened her body, and said softly: "Nan Xiao, you are in a very troublesome situation now. I'm here to help you. As long as you take the initiative to admit defeat, I will never hurt you. Please believe me!"
"It's okay for you to worry about me." Nan Xiao refused lightly.
"Although it's a pity, Nan Xiao, for your own good, I must win." The congratulatory expression was innocent, and the freckles on his face were like sesame seeds that children love to eat.
"What are you talking about? Don't pretend to be with me." Nan Xiao's face turned colder.
There were tears in his eyes during his congratulations, and even the tip of his nose was slightly red. He said with a crying tone: "Nan Xiao, are you still angry? Is it because I scolded you at that time? Is it because I haven't visited you in nine years?"
Nan Xiao had long since let go of the useless words she was forced to shout out in congratulations in the past.
The three-month friendship completely disappeared when Nan Xiao returned the yellow and white flag of congratulations.
Nan Xiao sighed and said in a deep voice: "Congratulations, I'm not angry, it's just that the friendship between us has long been broken. That's all, you can take care of yourself."
Tears fell, and the congratulatory expression was sad, but it was soon replaced by perseverance.
As long as she wins, the thirty bottles of Baicao Liquid she will win will be enough for her to refine the life spring in the sea of suffering and advance to a higher level.
At that time, she can get rid of Bao Fei's control like Yu Tan.
Congratulations walked out of the crowd, holding a yellow and white flag in his hand, and said loudly: "Okay, I formally challenge you."
"Miss Nan Xiao, you can't refuse this time, right? I like to watch beautiful women fight for me the most!" Han Feiren seemed to be asking, but the sharpness of his words showed his attitude.
The storm was rising again, and there was a hazy energy gathering and dispersing in Nan Xiao's eyes.
Zhu Ci has a graceful figure, with two upright peaks. Although the momentum outside her body is not as strong and full as Zhang Tianhao's, it is not weak either.
"boom!"
Nan Xiao kicked Bao Fei in the stomach again to ensure that his sea of pain would be shaken and would not interfere with the subsequent battle.
As if he was not hampered by the wound, Nan Xiao took out his legs neatly, took three steps forward, and said coldly: "Fight!"
"A beautiful girl from a beautiful country and a beautiful jade from a small family are all bowing down for me! It's so beautiful! Then, I declare that the battle has begun!"
Han Feiren stood on the high platform with an excited expression. The pure source in his hand exuded white brilliance and strong life essence.
"Rumble--"
Zhu Ci's navel glowed, and the sound of waves surging in the sea of suffering could be vaguely heard.
A yellow divine pattern flew out of the sea of suffering. It seemed to have no substance and was composed of light spots.
But Nan Xiao didn't dare to be careless. The left calf that had been pierced by Bao Fei's divine pattern was still hurting.
Seven steps forward, a fierce tiger emerges from the mountain!
Nan Xiao turned back, imitating a tiger, exerting force on her toes, slightly arching her body, and jumped three meters away, dodging the attack immediately.
The yellow divine pattern hit the air and seemed unable to turn around. It did not slowly dissipate until it flew ten meters away.
The light spots slowly fell, and the grass on the ground quickly withered, leaving behind a black scorch.
"Kuchiki Jue! This little girl has mastered this skill! And she has mastered the basic technique of killing weeds in the field to this extent!" The people next to her were a little surprised.
The congratulatory speech found his confidence amidst the exclamations, his eyes were bright, and he said with a sweet smile: "That's not all!"
Waving the yellow and white flag in his hand, a clear stream of water condensed in the air.
"Feiquan! Buyun! Lianguang!"
The congratulations were shouted, the yellow and white flags in his hands were flying, and the water flow exploded in the air like a sharp sword, turning into a thick white mist, wrapping Nan Xiao inside.
In the eyes of the cultivators, the weapon of the sea of suffering that Zhu Ci refined was extraordinary, much more powerful than ordinary swords and ropes.
When the flag of the Yellow and White Flag is yellow, three yellow divine lines rush out from the flagpole.
When the flag turned from yellow to white, the thick fog gained weight, making the grass bend down.
"Dang Dang Dang——"
The yellow divine pattern carries the deadwood's divine power. As long as it is touched, it is equivalent to being useless.
Even though Nan Xiao called out his vitality and turned it into a golden bell, it was still slowly corroded by the three rotten wood divine patterns.
In order to be flexible and change, Nan Xiao removed the golden bell and galloped forward.
She wanted to break out of the thickening fog.
Zongshen took seven steps again. While his body was as light as a swallow, he exerted force on his back and dispersed the thick fog behind him with the power of a carp jumping over the ice.
But the fog is mobile.
Before Nan Xiao could find a way out, she was lost again.
Relying on her sense of the air, Nan Xiao used the Seven Steps of Zongshen to dodge attacks several times.
If you can't find a solution, your physical strength will be exhausted sooner or later.
Just when Nan Xiao was thinking about how to break the situation, the onlookers started talking.
Most of the people staying here at this time are cultivators with extraordinary eyesight.
"Oh, Miss Nanxiao, you are trapped in the thick fog now, and your clothes are all wet with dew. I really feel sorry for you." There was green light in Han Feiren's eyes, and he could see clearly what was going on inside through the thick fog. .
Jas tried to control his lips. As long as Nan Xiao lost, half a catty of pure source would return to his hands. In this case, breaking through to the other side would not be a dream!
Not far away, the three Lifequan cultivators who had been watching indifferently became a little uneasy at this time.
The old man with yellow hair sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect this little girl to have mastered the basics of raining to this extent. She used rain and mist to trap a girl who could only fight at close range, and then used divine patterns to attack from a distance. Sea of Bitterness It’s great that a cultivator can do this. Qingfeng, Mingyue, if you can have such an ability to adapt to changes, then the old man will have less to worry about during your subsequent trials in the Southern Wilderness Secret Realm."
The young man and woman beside the old man all said yes respectfully, disdain flashing in their eyes.
"Nan Xiao, if you don't admit defeat, I will kill you!" The congratulations were sincere, but the yellow and white flag in his hand was waving more and more urgently.
Three more yellow divine patterns rushed out from the yellow and white flags, and the fog became heavier.
Bao Fei, who struggled to sit up, clutched her stomach and sneered again and again. She wished that Nan Xiao would be cut into pieces.
In the thick fog, Nan Xiao, who was heavy in body, was attacked one after another by nine yellow divine patterns. He had no choice but to turn his energy into a bell again.
"Buzz——"
The power of the divine pattern cannot be compared to that of mortal martial arts. In just an instant, the big bell was shattered.
Nan Xiao swallowed the blood in her throat, tried to steady her turbulent breathing, and tried to find a way out.
The nine divine patterns are coming again.
Nan Xiao, who had consumed too much energy, had no time to use the Golden Bell.
Then give it a try!
Panting, Nan Xiao gritted her teeth and persisted. She took off her outer robe with one hand and flipped into the air like a carp, narrowly escaping another wave of attacks from the Nine Divine Marks.
The nine divine patterns briefly overlapped and then spun around again, trying to pursue Nan Xiao's figure again.
right here!
There are mountains and rivers gathering in Nan Xiao's eyes. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!
Taking another deep breath, Nan Xiao turned her vitality into dense filaments and wrapped them around the golden dagger.
Driven by Kong He, the golden dagger flew flexibly and collided with the divine pattern of unity.
At the same time, Nan Xiao fell back in the air, and her toes just stepped on the retreating dagger.
With the help of the momentum from the other side of the dagger, Nan Xiao, who was in the seven-step state, took advantage of the situation and kicked off the eagle, and successfully jumped out of the thick fog!
