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Chapter 119: Kill 6
The crowd exploded again.
Jinghong coldly swept over the group of people led by Qiu Mo and sneered.
Be arrogant, it will be your turn soon.
Turning her head, her eyes stopped on Qin Xinlan again, "Senior Sister Qin, tell them, who killed the silver class last time?"
"It's you, you little bitch, little witch." Qin Xinlan's eyes glared angrily.
"Am I?" Jinghong smiled and stepped forward. She kicked Qin Xinlan in the face.
"Ah!" Qin Xinlan shouted.
"Senior Qin must figure out who it is, otherwise Jinghong won't mind kicking you and wake up later."
"Ah... I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you." Qin Xinlan shouted in a low voice.
She struggled to stand up, but in vain.
Jinghong just smiled more and more enchantingly, "Qin Xinlan, I'll give you another chance and tell everyone who killed the silver squad last time?"
At the same time, a faint sense of oppression appeared on her body, which directly made Qin Xinlan feel the bone-bone chill.
Qin Xinlan's face turned pale slowly.
She turned around and became accustomed to Huaxuan San. Now she is not even as good as an ordinary person. How could she bear such a sense of oppression?
There was another leisure in her mouth, and she spit out another mouthful of blood.
Can't stand it anymore... I really can't stand it anymore...
Qin Xinlan's spiritual consciousness became increasingly blurred, but a sentence echoed in his ears: "Who killed the Silver Clan last time..."
She finally couldn't bear it and cried out, "It was me, I killed the Silver Clan, last time I killed..."
With a little crying words, they echoed over the sky.
Everyone was stunned.
On the stage, Jinghong heard Qin Xinlan's reply and raised his eyebrows again.
"Then, Senior Sister Qin, tell everyone, are you accepting or not?"
"Abide by the loss...I will admit defeat..." Qin Xinlan didn't know what she was talking about. At this moment, she just wanted to survive and follow the Jinghong's meaning.
"I'll admit defeat, then Senior Qin will be transferred to the silver class." Jinghong pretended to be regretful, "Your master, Elder Lin, has trained you for so many years, but Senior Qin has really let down Lin.
What about the elders’ cultivation of you.”
Elder Lin's fingers clasped on the chair tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
If the chair hadn't been made of special materials, he would have been crushed to pieces.
"Elder Lin, that thousand-year-old ice dew is mine." Elder An turned his head with a smile and said.
Elder Lin's eyes flashed over Elder An, and then landed on the white figure standing in the wind on the field, his face gloomy.
What a girl, she actually led the fire to him, and she mocked him for being incompetent in teaching!
He slapped the chair angrily and wanted to get up.
"Hey, Elder Lin, don't worry, sit down and watch slowly, it's not over yet." Elder An grabbed him very kindly, let him sit down, and then turned to look at the side.
Several other elders, "Look, Elder Lin is really anxious, but so, something happened to his good disciple. How could he not be anxious? It's a pity that this is a competition between students after all, we do it.
How can the elder interfere? Hey, do you think it’s Elder Lin…”
Elder Lin resisted the anger of killing and stabilized himself.
He knew that if he came forward impulsively now, his reputation would be ruined.