Chapter 97: Sixteen consecutive victories

"Uncle Shi!" Ban Qing went to poke Wen Han.
Xie Wenhan is impatient: "Put your finger down again!"
Ban Qing: "..."
Xie Wenhan’s eyes turned, and he called for a fellow disciple. He said a few words in the past.
The disciple took the lead and Ban Qing curiously asked: "Uncle Shi, what did you say to him?"
"How do you have so much nonsense?" Jie Wenhan said so, or explained to him, "I asked them to play a few more, and consumed her mysterious power."
Banqing was taken aback and whispered: "Is this too..."
"Insidious?" Jie Wenhan sneered, "Do you think that now is the victory of one of us? If it really let her pick us all, you Li Gu, we care for the cloud, and face?"
"but……"
Xie Wenhan waved his hand: "You have already lost, and you are not going to use it anyway."
Ban Qing is speechless.
"I am coming!" The voice was heard in the crowd, and another disciple went to the platform.
The two met the ceremony, and there was no nonsense, and they did it directly.
Compared with the previous four people, this person is not as strong, but the will is very tenacious, dragging Lu Mingshu to death, it took some time. In the end, it was the end of Lu Mingshu’s sword to break his weapon.
This person just got down, and someone came up immediately, but also dragged her to death.
So many times, Lu Mingshu has a lot of thoughts.
This is intended to consume her mysterious power, it is best to let her suffer something.
However, the other party is afraid to make a wrong calculation!
The mysterious power of the endless stream, through the meditation formula, poured into her meridians, and was merged into the real yuan by Guan Yu, and added to Dantian. With her excellent control, Xuan Li always maintains balance and is at ease.
In a blink of an eye, no one came up again.
Lu Mingshu's arm oozing, intensive challenges, made her hurt. And she just tore a bunch of random strips, still looking at the crowd: "Who is here?"
Under the Huahua Peak, the young disciples rioted.
"What is the first few?"
"It was just the sixteenth..."
"Sixteen games in a row! Oh..." A terrible record!
"There are more than a dozen weapons that have been cut off?"
"Yeah! I don't know if the next one will be cut off too..."
This Lu Mingshu, where is the strange? It is very good to see her age, to achieve the integration of the situation, actually in the Tianmen dispute, Lien 16 people, the field won, there are many elites who really pass the strength of the disciples. Even if she lost behind, this record is enough to make a name. In comparison, I am really alive to live on a dog...
"What happened to Wen Han?" The elders of the Zhou family sentimentally slammed the wine glasses to the table. "Isn't it a letter? How can she still be out of the limelight?"
Every time she wins, these elders seem to be slapped, even dozens of dozens, they are swollen!
"Wenhan has his own ideas." The elders of Fuyun said that her excuse sounded very weak.
A few people couldn't help but see Fu Shangqing in the first place. To say who is the most swollen face, it must be the head. After this war, those little disciples will definitely inquire about the origins of Lu Mingshu...
Fu Shangqing silently, looks as usual, as if what happened above has nothing to do with him.
The twins that he was with him, Fu Mingtang looked at the mirror, and Fu Mingxi was not happy.
"Hey!" Fu Mingxi screamed.
Fu Shangqing looked at her sideways.
"I am not happy!"
Fu Shangqing said: "If you are not happy, go find your mother."
"Hey you..." Fu Mingxi was so angry that he ran down the high platform.
The disciples who can come to the door, this time has arrived.
Sixteen consecutive victories, stunned these arrogant elite disciples, no one came to power.
Lu Mingshu looked at the past one by one.
Those ordinary disciples, no longer need to care, her remaining opponents are those who have the strength to compete with the true disciples.
Her gaze stopped on Tan Yubing.
Tan Yubing smiled slightly and his tone was gentle: "Lu Shizhen's strength is amazing, I am willing to go down the wind, it is no match."
As soon as this statement came out, the disciples were slightly commotion.
Although Lu Mingshu’s strength is unquestionable, Tan’s strength is not weak! She has been playing for 16 games, regardless of mysterious power or mental state, is already very tired, Tan Yubing actually admitted to lose, do not fight?
In the end, Tan Yubing is too small, or does she think that Lu Mingshu in this state can't win?
Lu Mingshu does not care why, Tan Yubing since the admit defeat, her gaze no longer stays.
Although the Tianmen dispute does not exclude sneak attacks, it is not allowed if it has already been recognized and lost. Otherwise, this one can't be played.
Next... She looked at Yuan Ziyang.
The odd-shaped blade in Yuan Ziyang’s hand turned around and his mouth was raised. He smiled always gave a feeling of gloom.
The disciples looked at him expectantly. Those people before, only the strength of the true disciple, this, but the real true disciple.
Unexpectedly, I heard Yuan Ziyang said: "I also admit defeat."
! ! !
What are you doing? They waited for Lu Mingshu to fight with the true disciple and prove his strength. Yuan Ziyang actually admitted defeat? What is the dignity of a true disciple? Have you eaten by himself?
Next, Lu Mingshu looks at... Jie Wenhan!
Jie Wenhan sighed. Tan Yubing admits defeat, she is not surprised, Jinmen is weak, she is afraid that Lu Mingshu will stir the water, and he will take advantage of it. Yuan Ziyang will admit defeat, but it is completely out of her expectations. She faintly touched the clue and guessed why Shao Zhengyang was in the morning.
Really... I have to admit that Yutai has pulled down the face! Also, they are already in a weak position. If they can't pull their faces, don't think about turning over.
Only, as a result, her intentions fell through. The dozen or so disciples before were to consume Lu Mingshu's mysterious power. Next, if Tan Yubing or Yuan Ziyang should fight, with their strength, facing the tired Lu Mingshu, maybe she could hurt her! At that time, I will play again...
She stepped on the stage: "Lu Shizhen, I am afraid that it is cheaper to take advantage of you."
Lu Mingshu smiled: "Uncle Shu is a true disciple and an elder. Of course, you can't easily shoot."
She said that the tone of this sentence is normal, but Jie Wen always feels that it seems to imply anything. Is she thinking too much, or is it...
"However, those dozens of disciples have tested it. Can you see that I can qualify for a battle with you?"
Xie Wenhan smiled and was a little embarrassed, and she was really seen by her. As an elder, it is a bit shameful to count a younger generation. However, she can't help but count, the strength of this little girl is too shocking. It doesn't matter if she loses her face, Fu Yun's face is lost, and the teachers are anxious.
Before I even had time to say anything, Lu Mingshu had already raised the sword: "Uncle Shu, please."
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