Chapter 1808: Nine Dragons Flying!

Qiang Wenting and Qiang Wenyi were also surprised when they saw this.
Mr. Ling, I never missed it, Luo Xiaoman really surprises them all the time!
Just ask, how can a person who can cultivate Hunyuan Yi Qigong be weak?
To them, the Hunyuan Yiqi exercise is rubbish, but for Luo Xiaoman, it is the top-level exercise, even more powerful than the so-called heavenly exercise.
This can be seen from Luo Xiaoman's rapid increase in strength along the way.
"Okay, next, I have to continue." Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and glanced at Qiang Wenwu jokingly.
"Ok?"
Qiang Wenwu was slightly startled, and seemed to have no reaction.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaoman's eyes sank, and the power in his body swarmed out, all merged into the rising dragon pillar.
Buzzing!
The buzzing sounded loudly, and everyone's ears were hummed.
"Roar!!"
As the dragon chants exploded, the rising dragon pillar was shining with purple light, and the purple dragons flew out, merged with the first purple dragon, and circled in mid-air.
"Nine, Jiulong Feitian?!" Everyone's eyes widened, as if to stare out their eyes. "She really did it!"
At this moment, everyone closed their mouths.
They felt that their faces were fierce and painful, but Luo Xiaoman used the facts to slap him mercilessly!
"How is it possible?!" Qiang Ting screamed, stood up, and looked at Jiulong Feitian with a look of surprise. "Does Xiaoman really have the blood of my Qiang family?"
"Father, is this possible?" Qiang Wenyi frowned and said solemnly, "She is named Luo!"
Qiang Ting shook his head. He also couldn't understand the reason for this, but the only certainty was that Luo Xiaoman was able to fly into the Nine Dragons, and the blood of Qiang must be flowing in his body.
"Wen Yi, you can check it now." He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I want to know, the origin of the Luo family!"
"Yes!" Qiang Wenyi nodded, and left immediately.
Qiang Wenting glanced at Qiang Wenyi's back, and there was a touch of solemnity between her eyebrows. Their bloodline of the Qiang clan was noble, and like the Xuanyuan clan, they belonged to a family handed down from ancient times. Such an unidentified clan would never appear.
"Xiao Kun, do you look good?" Luo Xiaoman turned around and smiled sweetly at Kunlun.
Kunlun nodded, the corners of the originally stiff lips slightly raised. "good looking."
In his heart, no matter what Luo Xiaoman does, it is the most beautiful, even if it is a yawn or a stretch, it is also beautiful and pleasant.
"Alright." After Luo Xiaoman took it back, he looked at Qiang Wenwu with indifferent expression. "This first round of competition, you lost."
Qiang Wenwu returned to his senses and looked at her with complicated expressions.
He did lose, and he lost terribly!
Not only did he lose, he also lost the honor of the Qiang clan!
The Qiang clan's secret exercises are actually inferior to the exercises like Hunyuan Yiqi, which is really shameful.
However, the facts were before him, and he was unable to refute it.
"The first round of the competition, you won." Qiang Wenwu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "However, there are still second and third rounds."
"As a commander, you must develop in an all-round way!"
"Let's talk about it, what will you try in the second round?" Luo Xiaoman waved his hand, and said dismissively: "I've just arrived here and haven't visited the Imperial City well yet, so hurry up."
Qiang Wenwu's pupils shrank, clenching his fists tightly, holding back his inner anger.