Chapter 468: Beaver's Loss

Chapter 468: Baiju's Damage
When the came to power, the disciples underneath were all excited.
"Sister Bai was originally number six."
"Sister Bai finally came to power, but I'm just waiting to watch Sister Bai's game."
"Sister Bai vs. Brother Cen, guess who will win."
Hearing the applause of the disciples behind him, Xue Yan couldn't help but turn around and glared at them.
"Do you still need to guess? That is naturally our white sister."
When the disciples heard the words, they all shut up in an instant and did not dare to speak again.
Lan Yanyu also raised an eyebrow with approval.
Bai Juer will definitely win, so Cen Shufeng's idea was repaired, and he didn't deserve to raise Bai Juer's shoes.
On the stage, Cen Shufeng looked at the flying on the stage and frowned frowningly.
"It's you?"
The raised his eyebrows and smiled and bowed, "Isn't it me? Brother Cen is very enlightening."
Cen Shufeng's eyes were cold and he waved his sword directly.
"Less nonsense, look."
Cen Shufeng did not have any good impression of Bai Taner.
In fact, everyone who approached Leng Yihan had no good impression.
Whether she is the head of the Iron Blood or not, they are destined not to be all the way.
Cen Shufeng had a bad impression on Baiju, and Baiju naturally did not like this cheeky Cen Shufeng.
The two fought quickly.
Cen Shufeng is a sacred master of the soil system. Obviously, this sword is not a weapon suitable for him, and he can't show his advantage at all.
Baitan was also very polite, and according to what Leng Yihan and Lan Yanyu said, he used a heart-burning sword and hit Cen Shufeng directly.
Cen Shufeng was shocked. He did not expect that Beaver would be so fierce. He immediately condensed the spiritual power in his body and waved a dirt mountain towards Beaver.
The frowned, and his body flickered, bypassing the dirt mountain directly.
"Boom" for a moment, Tu Shan fell on the arena, disappeared instantly.
The raised his eyebrows and looked at Cen Shufeng evilly.
This mountain of soil is not strong enough, this kid really has shortcomings than the old town owner.
Looking at Bai's disdainful eyes, Cen Shufeng was extremely angry.
He cursed with both hands again, waving countless sands to the beaver.
The beaver's evil lips hooked, and instantly used silver foxwalk.
The crowd just felt a flower in front of them, and the disappeared.
Cen Shufeng was also shocked, and immediately turned to the back, but he couldn't see anything. He could only drive the spiritual power in a panic.
For a moment, the entire stage was scattered with dust, let alone the beaver, and even Cen Shufeng could only see a shadow.
The white raccoon was walking on the silver fox's foot, and quickly moved, and suddenly the heart-burning sword was sacrificed and he made a sharp stroke towards Cen Shufeng.
"what……"
Cen Shufeng held her face instantly and screamed.
Yin Hong's blood slipped between his fingers and was buried in the sand.
Hearing Cen Shufeng's cry, the disciples all looked at each other instantly.
"It's Brother Cen's voice. What happened to Brother Cen?"
"Brother Cen seems to have been stabbed by Sister Bai."
"What, Brother Cen was injured so soon?"
Everyone talked, and they all stretched their necks and looked into the dust.
Between the dust and mist, two fuzzy figures were fighting.
"Ok……"
"hiss……"
The heart-burning sword kept waving, and Cen Shufeng's wounds were getting more and more.
The blue cricket underneath listened to Cen Shufeng's screams from time to time, and was instantly happy, clapped her hands happily.
"Good fight."
After being stabbed several times by the beaver, Cen Shufeng didn't even touch the with his hair. He desperately turned around to find someone, but only saw flying dust.
Cen Shufeng became more and more angry, and finally could not help but erupt.
"Beaver, don't hide if you have the ability, let's have a good fight."
The raccoon's eyes flickered lightly, raising his eyebrows uncritically.
He wanted to be beaten up happily, and she was naturally willing to complete him.
"Okay!"
The white raccoon suddenly appeared in front of Cen Shufeng and startled Cen Shufeng.
Looking at Cen Shufeng's sullen expression, Bai Tan's evil lips hooked his lips, "I'm not saying we should fight fast and hurry, come."
The sand gradually dissipated, and the crowd finally saw the two men on the stage again.
Looking at Cen Shufeng's embarrassing look, everyone in the audience was instantly shocked.
How Shi Shiba made Brother Cen like this is really miserable.
"Ah ah!"
Cen Shulin looked at the with a dark face, raised his sword and slashed at the beaver.
The white raccoon stood still, waiting for Cen Shufeng's sword to reach her before suddenly flashing, and at the same time luck and palm, slammed into Cen Shufeng's chest.
"Boom" for a while, Cen Shufeng was directly hit and flew out, but did not fall off the stage, Kankan fell to the edge of the stage, and stopped.
The beaver's strength was well controlled, not only did he not put Cen Shufeng off the stage, but he also suffered a bit.
This boy harassed Xue Fei several times and always wanted to inquire about her. She couldn't let him go so easily, she must teach him well.
The narrowed his eyes, and then another blue mysterious force flew out.
Cen Shufeng was shocked, and he couldn't care about the chest pain. He rolled on the spot and evaded the beaver's attack in a daunting manner.
On the stage, the two quickly started fighting again, but most of them were beavers pressing Cen Shufeng and playing with him.
The disciples all looked at the two men's battle strangely.
"Sister Bai's mysterious power is so strong."
"Is this the point? The point is that the mysterious power is blue."
"Yes, Shimei Bai has been promoted to Qingling."
"It's only been three months, and Sister Bai has been promoted from Orange Spirit to Qingling, which is too bad."
"It took me more than 20 years from Orange Spirit to Qing Ling, and she used it for three months. This is too exciting."
"She's not only promoted fast. You can see that her spiritual strength is different from ours, obviously much stronger than ours."
Everyone stared at the amazing speed of Baitan and the unusually strong blue mysterious power.
After being beaten a few times by the beaver, Cen Shufeng became increasingly irritable.
"White beaver, you have the ability not to use mystery, we are better than swordsmanship."
Cen Shufeng covered her chest, and stared at the with a frown.
This woman really was as annoying as Lian Yihan's bitch.
Than sword trick?
The raised his eyebrow and smiled, "Okay, since Brother Cen likes Bi Jian, I'll play with you."
The white raccoon said that he would no longer use mysterious power, and would simply raise his hand, and the heart-burning sword would fly straight towards Cen Shufeng's brows.
Cen Shufeng was immediately shocked by a cold sweat, and immediately wielded his sword to block.
The white raccoon beats the sword with two hands, smiling evilly and making a circle on Cen Shufeng's chest.
The heart-burning sword seemed to be inductive, and immediately shifted to Cen Shufeng's chest, making a circle in front of his chest.
The clothes on Cen Shufeng's chest immediately dropped two pieces, revealing two points.
"what……"
Seeing this, the female disciples who watched the battle immediately screamed, holding their eyes.
Leng Yihan also covered Murong Xuefei's eyes for the first time.
Mo Beichen frowned frantically, waving with his hand.
Before the could see anything, there was a red veil on his eyes.
The pouted his lips depressedly, and did not take down the red yarn.
A Mo is a fuss. She hasn't seen anything in modern times before, but Cen Shufeng's body like a white chicken is not to be seen by her.
Cen Shufeng turned back and immediately covered his chest in a hurry.
"You ... you crazy woman."
The light under the red veil was cold, and the beaver's lips evoked a wicked smile, and once again drove the burning heart sword to his waist.
"Come" for a moment, Cen Shufeng instantly felt his legs cold.
"what……"
"Hahahaha ..."
The screams of women and the laughs of men rang through the stadium instantly.
Elder Tu slapped the table and smiled forward and backward, "White girl, how did you think of this damage?"
Elder Feng and Elder Yuan also smiled, even when the wine couldn't help laughing.
Instead, Pu Yangzi pulled his eyes darkly.
This girl is better at martial arts. Why should she be so embarrassed? Master is still there.
Bu Yangzi glanced at Yan Junxian and saw her still expressionless. For a moment, she wasn't sure if she was angry.
Cen Shufeng stepped up his legs, clutching his chest with one hand and trousers with one hand, staring at the flushed, "You ... you ..."
Cen Shufeng wanted to scold someone with shame and anger, but couldn't swear another sentence.
"Come on ..."
"Europe……"
The male disciples watching from below looked at the embarrassing Cen Shufeng and immediately started to coax.
Cen Shufeng was even more embarrassed when he heard the coquettling underneath, and ran down the stage with a dreadful pant.
"cough……"
When Cen Shufeng was gone, Elder Yuan gave a cough and announced, "White advances."
Baitan pulled down the red yarn from his eyes, bowed to Elder Yuan and Bu Yangzi on the high platform, and flew back to Mo Beichen.
Before Mo Beichen spoke, the lifted the red yarn in his hand, "I didn't see it."
Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows. "He should thank you for not showing interest in him."
The drew his eyes in a black line, and directly returned the red yarn in his hand to Mo Beichen.
Mo Beichen was not upset and shoved the red yarn into his arms.
Baijue blushed, and stared at Beichen with a gaze.
This guy's skin is really thicker than the walls.
"Practitioner No. 7 came to the stage to test."
Hearing Elder Yuan's shout, Murong Xuefei's heart tightened, and she looked at Leng Yihan and said, "I went up."
The patted Murong Xuefei's shoulder calmly. "Don't be nervous, just do your best."
Murong Xuefei hooked her lips, "Yes."
In fact, there is nothing to be nervous about, and she doesn't want to be the first student, no matter whether she wins or loses, it doesn't matter.
Leng Yihan looked at Murong Xuefei anxiously, "Be careful."
"it is good."
Murong Xuefei nodded and flew onto the stage.
"Sister Murong."
A group of male disciples below suddenly regained their spirits.
Leng Yihan was instantly black-faced, and his gloomy eyes glanced coldly at those cowardly male disciples.
Although I don't know who Leng Yihan is, the male disciples all quietly murmured, but everyone still looked at Murong Xuefei on the stage with interest.
Murong Xuefei doesn't often go to Bai Yufeng, even if everyone is in a college, they rarely see her.
Rarity is rare, so everyone is more interested in Murong Xuefei's iceberg snow lotus than Baizhushahua, the famous owner of the beaver.
Yan Junxian on the high platform saw Murong Xuefei come to power, and a look of expectation flashed in her indifferent eyes.
Soon, another disciple flew to the stage.
It's him?
Seeing that person, the raised his eyebrows.