But Meng was still unhappy.
Listening to Zhao Ming's meaning, isn't it just taking her as a soft persimmon?
After being robbed of the spirit ring and being so lowly regarded by others, she suddenly became angry, her chest was constantly rising and falling, and her eyes kept looking at Zhao Ming.
She has decided now, and if she is asked to find an opponent, she must choose Zhao Ming. She must let him see how good she is. She was only sixteen years old and had already broken through to level 30. Who in the college dare to look down on her?
"I agree." Zao Wou-ki said first. With the exception of Zhu Zhuqing, it is impossible for the fighting spirit masters present to win. So he agreed without thinking so much. For Zhu Qing, she is now close to the twenty-ninth level, even if she still loses to Shang Meng, she is not far behind.
Of course, this is because Zao Wou-ki didn't know that Zhu Zhuqing had soul bones, otherwise he wouldn't think so.
Oscar on the side didn't say anything after listening to Zhao Ming's suggestion. He knew that this should be the best solution.
After consumption, the spirit ring condensed by the Phoenix-tailed Cockscomb Snake will dissipate.
"Okay, just do it. Still do you see who you are going to fight against?" The snake woman still asked Meng.
"I choose him." Yuzhi lifted up, Meng still pointed Zhao Ming's direction.
Seeing that Meng still chose Zhao Ming, both Zao Wou-ki and Oscar breathed a sigh of relief and beamed with joy. The snake woman frowned. The other young students brought by Zao Wou-ki here could feel the strength of the opposite side.
But Zhao Ming alone could not see through.
But since her granddaughter has chosen him as her opponent, she can't say anything.
As a member of the Dragon and Snake, she is still very proud to be famous in the Wuhun world. She has never intervened in matters of juniors.
With a playful smile, Zhao Ming walked out. He Meng is still standing relatively.
"Unexpectedly, you would choose me to be your opponent. Don't cry if you lose later." Zhao Ming smiled.
"Hmph, how dare you speak wild words."
Listening to Zhao Ming's words, Meng was still angry. Running the spirit power, at the same time he said coldly: "Meng Yan still, martial spirit snake stick. Thirty-level second-ring battle spirit master."
"Zhao Ming, Wuhun puppet." Zhao Ming smiled, but did not report his spirit power. Otherwise, Meng is still scared, and she changes her mind, it would be no good not to fight him.
The two gave a brief introduction, and Meng still directly attacked
With a flash of figure, Meng still quickly came to Zhao Ming. The two-meter-long snake stick cover hits Zhao Ming's head straight. This speed is even slower than Zhu Zhuqing, which is really not worth mentioning to Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming did not dodge or release his martial soul, but stood there lightly, not worrying about his situation at all.
Such a breezy appearance made Meng still stay in a daze.
But she thought Zhao Ming was scared by herself. I felt complacent, and at the same time slowed down to give Zhao Ming some reaction time.
After all, Zhao Ming on the other side hasn't even released his martial spirit. If her snake stick is hit, his head will not bloom?
Although she was angry at Zhao Ming's contempt, she was not guilty of death.
However, soon, Meng still saw that Zhao Ming still did not move.
Suddenly a little disappointed.
"I didn't expect you to be so weak. Then I'll do it lightly." Muttered, the snake stick in his hand that was smashed towards Zhao Ming also slowed down a lot.
"Haven't your teacher taught you how to use all your strength when fighting a lion and a rabbit? It's not a good thing that your hands are weak in the fight." At this time, under Meng's horrified gaze, Zhao Ming moved.
The right hand was raised quickly, the speed was extremely fast. At least for Meng still, it was extremely fast.
In the wind, Zhao Ming grabbed Meng's still white wrist.
"You are so strong?"
Meng's beautiful eyes still widened, his eyes filled with shock.
She could feel the strength of Zhao Ming's palm, which turned out to be surprisingly large. She wanted to break free, but it was difficult to break free.
You know, he didn't even release his martial soul.
As far as the soul master is concerned, it is impossible to display his true strength without releasing his martial soul. In other words, he has used up to 30% of his strength now. But these 30% strengths have been able to subdue her.
How strong should Zhao Ming's true strength be?
But soon, the shock turned into anger. She could feel the hand that Zhao Ming grabbed her rubbing against her wrist. Suddenly he was ashamed and angry.
But Zhao Ming couldn't pull his hand out, so he had to use his feet to kick Zhao Ming away.
Without hesitation, Xiu raised his legs and kicked Zhao Ming hard.
That location is extremely tricky.
"I said Ms. Meng, we are just learning from each other, we don't need to let people cut off their children and grandchildren." Zhao Ming said with a smile.
Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Meng still blushed.
"Huh, it's good to kick you to death. I don't think you are a good person." At first, he was a little shy, but when he saw Zhao Ming's bad smile, he said suddenly.
Anyway, he is so good, he can't kick it badly?
"Then you have to kick me." Zhao Ming couldn't help but curl his lips.
Seeing that Meng still was about to kick up. Zhao Mingcai shot slowly. The free hand quickly grabbed Meng Liu's ankle.
"You." Seeing Zhao Ming wanted to grab her ankle again, Meng's expression still changed, and he couldn't help but gather his whole soul power on his feet, and quickly kicked towards Zhao Ming.
It's near, it's near, and Meng's heart is still jumping at this moment, after all, it's the first time she looks at the man's lower body like this. Even if she was wearing pants, she couldn't help being flustered.
But if you want to win Zhao Ming, you have to do it.
Zhao Ming is too powerful. It's just as powerful without releasing the martial spirit, but if the martial spirit is released, what's the matter? But that position is one of the weakest places of all men. Not to mention him, even if a strong soul saint level is kicked by her so arrogantly ~EbookFREE.me~, he will definitely lose combat effectiveness instantly.
Zhao Ming could see Meng's still thoughts. The reason why he shot so slowly was because he wanted to give Meng still a little hope. Wouldn't it be better to give her hope first and then make her despair? Capture her when she was about to kick him, God knows how desperate she would be.
At the moment before Meng Zhuan's toes hit Zhao Ming's pants. Zhao Ming quickly grabbed her ankle.
Meng was still stunned.
It's about to be kicked up obviously.
But the next moment it turned into shame. Zhao Ming grabbed her wrists and ankles, and her body was put in a strange posture. Suddenly ashamed and angry, he yelled: "Let go of me."
"Then you give up and I will let go." Zhao Ming smiled and looked at Meng's still beautiful body.
"You dream." Meng still gritted his teeth and said heavily.
Meng still refused to admit defeat, but the snake woman spoke. "Well, still, you are not his opponent, we surrender."
