Chapter 2491: 2402 Helping in secret

Page 2491-2402
Xi Menyu naturally did not know Lan Ruo's thoughts, but what surprised Xi Menyu was that it was not the only one of the 30 people who passed the appraisal.
"What are your four names?" Yu Hua Di asked, pointing at the other four practitioners.
"Return to the imperial master, junior Zhou Qingqiu."
"Returning to the imperial master, the junior Yi Tian."
"Return to Emperor Shidi, disciple Wang Wenhao."
"Return to Emperor Master, younger... the younger generation is speechless."
"Well, it’s very good. You also defeated your opponents, especially Yi Tian and Wu Yan. Your opponents are among the top five of these disciples, but if you want to pass me, you have to come up with bright The performance at a glance is like that of Ximenyu Brothers, don’t you know what you mean?"
"Yes, Emperor Master."
After some tests, only Yi Tian and Wu Yan of the four practitioners passed the examination of the imperial master, plus Ximenyu was three.
"Haha, yes, it's really good. I didn't expect that this year's Emperor's Candidates had three pass the Qiu Kao at the same time.
"Pappa." The others present applauded, both envious and admired in the heart, the first hill, that dream place.
"Okay, let's continue the assessment." Yuhua Di Shi continued.
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Soon it was Lan Ruo's turn, Ximenyu encouraged: "Lan Ruo, remember our agreement, come on."
"Uh huh." Lan Ruo nodded heavily, and Xi Menyu's words seemed to be full of magic power, which made Lan Ruo suddenly full of power.
Lan Ruo was assigned to play against a disciple named Wang Zhongjun, a disciple named Wang Zhongjun, about forty years old, but he had bald most of his head, and the hair on his forehead was still entangled from both sides. I knew it was over-indulgence.
Wang Shijun looked at Lan Ruo warily, "Sister, you are so beautiful, what's your name?"
"What's the matter, let's get started." Lan Lan took out the flute and just wanted to play the flute in his hand, but Wang Zhongjun grabbed it in the blink of an eye.
"Sister, don't worry, your flute is so chic, just give it to your brother."
"You, you give it back to me." Lan Ruo was both angry and startled. Unexpectedly, his opponent's strength was so strong that he even snatched his weapons. Without flute, Lan Ruo's voice attack would be seriously affected.
"Sister, don't be so stingy." Wang Zhongjun grinned.
"Ah, give me back." Lan Ruo roared, his voice attacking the other party.
But Wang Zhongjun just rotated the flute in his hand a few times, and then moved Lan Ruo's voice to other places.
Lan Ruo felt very helpless, and his attack disappeared invisible. Without the aid of the flute, there was no chance of winning.
"What do you want to pay me back?" Lan Ruo said depressed.
"Hey." Wang Zhongjun saw a few strokes on Lan Ruo's flute, and then threw the flute to Lan Ruo.
Lan Ruo didn't look at it, he directly attached his own voice attack to the flute of nine eighteen holes, and suddenly Lan Ruo's voice attack was at least ten times more powerful.
In the melodious sound of the flute in the air, the air was torn and crackled.
However, Wang Zhongjun still didn't take Lan Ruo's attack into consideration. One hand was swept toward Lan Ruo. His hand was getting bigger and bigger, and he was about to hold Lan Ruo's delicate body in the palm of his hand. Casting on Wang Zhongjun's right palm, he heard a bang, and Wang Zhongjun's huge phantom palm was blown red.
Wang Zhongjun looked at Lan Ruo in surprise, but did not expect this woman to even hate her shot. If she had some strength, she would be blown away.
"Isn't it just a few words written on your flute, as for the heavy hand?" Wang Zhongjun said with pain.
Lan Ruo was stunned for a moment, but then he knew that Ximen Yu must have helped him in secret. Maybe he had seen it for a long time, and he must not be the opponent of the insignificant man in front of him.
Lan Ruo then looked down at his beloved flute and saw that it said: "Stay with me for a good night."
Lan Ruo's trembling, this was a gift from Ximen Yu to himself. He regarded it as a treasure, but he didn't expect that the wicked man in front of him was so desecrating his beloved flute.
So Lan Ruo rushed to the wretched man angrily, trying to teach him hard.
Lan Ruo rushed to the opponent indifferently, and Ximen Yu secretly detonated the demon spirit on Wang Zhongjun again. The others saw that Lan Ruo's body had just touched Wang Zhongjun, and Wang Zhongjun was suddenly bombed.
Lan Ruo secretly rejoiced, and Ximen Yu was really powerful. His magic tricks were unpredictable. It was really unpredictable. Of course, it was also related to the strength of his opponent. This Wang Zhongjun's strength was ranked among the 30 disciples of the first heavy hill. About twenty-three or four people, so Ximen Yu secretly used the psychic spell to deal with him. It is really easy. After all, Ximenyu's psychic spell is definitely a superior technique.
"Wow, great." Lan Ruo's wonderful performance caused everyone to look sideways. After all, among these hundreds of practitioners, it is difficult to find a woman who can be as beautiful and powerful as Lan Ruo.
"Haha, this girl is not bad." Among the disciples down the first heavy hill at that time, the disciples who ranked about 13 or 4 laughed.
"Cut, it's up to you?" Another disciple, ranked eighth, fell behind.
"What's wrong with me, you are just a few more places than me, what's the matter."
"Huh, in short, depending on your looks and strength, there is no chance, haha."
"You! I don't think you are any better. Look at Zhang Yijian."
"amount."
I saw Zhang Yijian staring at Lan Ruo, like admiring his goddess.
"Huh, that's too much, he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore."
"Everyone competes fairly, why are you guilty." The 13th and 4th disciples sneered.
"Okay, since that's the case, don't blame me. In short, I'll fix this girl." The eighth-ranked disciple secretly gritted his teeth.
Lan Ruo walked towards Wang Zhongjun step by step. Wang Zhongjun was frightened by Lan Ruo Shen's haunting technique and kept retreating. He didn't want to be blown away again.
"You...what do you want to do?" Wang Zhongjun said anxiously.
"You insulted me, what do you say." Lan Ruo said coldly.
"I... I don't know. I didn't mean it. I lost. You can just let me go." Wang Zhongjun regretted, and now he's in trouble, and everyone is watching jokes.
"Release you, unless you...you apologize to me and eliminate the bad words on my flute."
"Uh, well, I apologize, I was wrong, I shouldn't annoy your grandma."
Lan Ruo frowned, saying nothing.
"I have a way to eliminate the words on your flute. Give me." Wang Zhongjun said with a smile.