Chapter 1190: Pang Ning

Qi Yurou frowned slightly, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Junior Brother Jiang is serious. Although I have initially broken the bottleneck, I still need to retreat once I want to step into the Profound Moon Realm. It's too early to say at this time, but..."
Having said that, she shook her head and sighed, a little depressed, and her eyes became complicated.
"Oh?" Jiang Tian's eyes moved slightly.
Qi Yurou sighed and sighed helplessly, and said with a bitter smile: "You have also seen my situation. After the bottleneck is loosened, the bloodline and spiritual power begin to become restless. Once you feel the breath of the Profound Moon Realm, it will revolve on its own, which is really difficult to control."
"This is normal! This shows that your spiritual power has reached its peak, and the Advanced Profound Moon Realm is absolutely sure to have no problem. At this time, there is no need to deliberately suppress it, just let it run!"
Jiang Tian nodded and smiled, comforting each other.
Although he is still at the late stage of the Chongyang Realm, one step away from the Quasi Profound Realm, his spiritual strength and total amount are far better than Qi Yurou, and even surpass many Xuanyue Realm martial artists. In this matter Of course, there is enough right to speak.
As for the experience in cultivation, it is even more not comparable to the other party!
Under the guidance of a few words, Qi Yurou's heart suddenly became clear, aside from worry and let the bloodline spirit power run on its own, after a short period of discomfort, the whole body breath quickly became stable.
"It's really useful!" Qi Yurou's pretty eyes sparkled, excited, "Junior Brother Jiang, there really is you!"
"Haha, trivial matters are not worth mentioning." Jiang Tian smiled lightly, then cast his eyes on the ring again.
At this moment, the fighting on the ring has reached a fever pitch, and the two inner disciples each used their full strength to prepare for the final fight.
The muffled rumbling and violent fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly dissipated, shaking the eyes of the spectators in front of the ring, shouting wonderful!
After a moment of fierce fighting, the tall Qingpao disciple Ge, brother finally gained the upper hand, seizing the fleeting opportunity to strike out with a punch, forcibly shaking the opponent off the ring.
"I wish you brother, accept!" Brother Ge was obviously in a good mood after winning, and he smiled and greeted his opponent under the ring.
"Oh! Half a trick, only a half trick!" The disciple Zhu gritted his teeth and sighed, his fists creaked, his expression of annoyance on his face.
However, the outcome has been divided, and even if he is not reconciled, he can't save the defeat. He can only accept the result.
After gritting his teeth and exhaling a breath of sullenness, Ting Qing bowed his hands to the opponent: "If you lose, you will lose. There is nothing to say. Brother Ge is very skilled. Congratulations!"
After the disciple Zhu finished speaking, he bowed his head and left without waiting for the other party to respond. He left the crowd far away, and there was a call in front of the ring. Everyone congratulated the senior brother Ge for his passing.
"Nine consecutive victories, Brother Ge is amazing!"
"Hahaha, one more game will be able to pass, Brother Ge seems to be pretty sure!"
"That also means that nine consecutive victories have shown strength, and there is no problem at all in the last one!"
The crowd praised for a while, and Brother Ge couldn't help feeling upset, proudly scanning the surroundings, and no one dared to challenge him wherever his eyes were.
"Next!" The urging voice of the deacon disciple rang, and everyone hesitated.
However, this situation did not last long. A short while later, an inner disciple walked out of the crowd and came to the ring.
The light blue martial arts robe is wrapped around his figure, making his slender figure look thinner, and his performance is also very low-key. He lowered his head from beginning to end, without even looking at Brother Ge on the ring. .
Everyone couldn't help but feel that this person seemed to be lacking in confidence and had no momentum to win at all.
"Who is this, why haven't I seen it?"
"Look at his costumes from the promotion of Tianxu Peak, it's weird, I haven't paid attention to it before!"
Several outside disciples stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help scratching their heads.
In their impression, it seems that they do not remember such a number one person.
Not only these outer disciples were puzzled, but even many inner disciples were at a loss, because they were not familiar with the person in front of them. I am afraid that if it weren't for this martial arts meeting, they wouldn't know that there was this person in the sect!
"Weird! Although there are a lot of inner disciples, there are almost no people I don't know by Che Qing, but where did this guy come from? How come I haven't seen it?"
"Huh? I don't know this person either. Who is he?"
"This junior, what's your name?"
Someone couldn't help asking, but the person didn't seem to hear it, and didn't respond at all!
The deacon disciple in front of the ring frowned slightly: "Challenger comes on stage, sign up!"
The disciple wearing a light blue martial robe nodded lightly and walked forward: "Inner door, Pang Ning!"
"Pang Ning?" The deacon disciple was taken aback when he heard the words, and then seemed to think of something. When he flipped through his right hand, he took out a booklet and quickly flipped through it, but after flipping it, he saw it in the lower left corner of the second page. The name.
"Huh? I was promoted to Inner Sect five years ago, that's weird!"
The deacon disciple blurted out subconsciously, put away the booklet and looked at Pang Ning suspiciously, somewhat puzzled.
Ordinarily, a disciple who has been promoted to Inner Sect for five years should have been well known to everyone. Why is it so strange, giving people a mysterious look?
But he didn't think too much, as long as the person was on the roster, it was right.
The deacon disciple suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and waved: "Come on stage!"
Pang Ning nodded faintly, and fell on the ring with a sway of his figure, still hanging his head, his untied long hair drooping messily, almost covering half of his face, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
"This Pang Ning is a bit interesting!" Jiang Tian smiled leisurely, his gaze swept across Pang Ning's body, and a faint light lit up in his eyes.
"Tian Xufeng's promoted disciple, have you heard of this person, Junior Brother Jiang?" Qi Yurou frowned and asked, curious about this mysterious Pang Ning.
"No, I have been in the business for less than a year, and I have been cultivating most of the time. Even Tianxu's existing disciples can't even recognize it." Jiang Tian shook his head and laughed slightly.
On the ring, Brother Ge's eyes flashed with a different color, and he was a little speechless by the other party's mysterious behavior.
"Inner sect Ge Tiebing, dare to ask which elder this fellow sect learns from?"
Pang Ning did not answer, but differentiated with his feet, bowed his head and said, "Let's do it!"
"Huh?" Ge Tiebing's face was dark, a little annoyed.
The other party was just playing mystery, and even rudely responded to his inquiry, really a bit unsure.
He slowly let out a sulky breath, his eyes were slightly cold, and his expression became extremely proud.
"Ge has won nine games in a row, and you can advance if you defeat it. No eyesight, please forgive me for offending!"
Ge Tiebing's green robe shook, his distracting thoughts were gone, and the breath of his body suddenly rose, and his palms suddenly shot out with a cold snort.
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