"Ah... no way? This makes no sense! Hasn't Prince Ao always been like a messenger who protects flowers? Is it possible that this time he will force them to bloom?
Mu, you should also know that with Prince Ao’s strength, just in the backyard of an Imperial College..."
When Duanmu Xiu said this, he glanced at Dongfang Mu, but he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his face gradually became a little mysterious and solemn. If you look at the search, www
"There is only one possibility!"[
"What?"
"There may be something hidden in the backyard of the Empire that Prince Ao is looking for when he enters the Imperial Academy this time!"
Dongfang Mu stared intently at Aojunxie and Qingkuang, who were fighting fiercely in the stands, and said thoughtfully.
"What on earth is it that makes a powerful prince of war, the God of War, so determined to win it?!"
Duanmu Xiu murmured to himself, puzzled.
"Haha, ma'am, you are so cruel and vicious, all of which are aimed at my husband's vitals. It seems that you have to enter the backyard of the academy!"
Ao Junxie knocked back Qing Kuang with a palm, gently touched the small hole in his robe that was torn by the sound blade, and sighed.
"Draw your sword! Today, only one person here can step off the ring!"
Qing Kuai shouted coldly, her five fingers were already pressing against the strings, and she was about to strike again with a fierce blow that gathered all the energy in her body.
However, at the moment when the sound of the piano sounded, his eyes were suddenly filled with a flash of bright red.
She was suddenly startled. Although her fingers were working hard, Xian Mo was silent. When she looked at it, Ao Junxie's big and generous hand had firmly pressed her five fingers and the strings under her palm.
"It's not a life-and-death battle, so how can my husband be willing to draw his sword!"
Ao Junxie stared at him affectionately with a pair of bright eyes. With their eyes facing each other, Qing Kuang felt that an irresistible masculine force had firmly enveloped him. His whole body was unable to move at all.
"Madam, let's stop! You have already lost! There is no shame in being defeated at the hands of me, the God of War, Fengyun!"
Ao Junxie smiled calmly.
Qing Kuang was unwilling to give in, and a slender hand suddenly reached out to Ao Junxie's waist.
Boom!
A dazzling white light made Ao Junxie feel dizzy and suddenly startled in his heart.
Feng Qingkuang, that woman who was as cold and arrogant and stubborn as a poisonous snake, reached out in desperation and pulled out the long sword at her waist. This move was really beyond her expectation.[
Just for a moment, Ao Junxie felt a cold feeling on his neck...
"stop!"
On the stage, an old voice spoke majestically, his tone firm and unquestionable.
It can be seen that Suo Wenming's eyes have never left the two of them since the last round of competition.
Qing Kuang slowly put away the weapon that had been attached to Ao Junxie's neck with sword light, and lowered his eyes to the ground.
"The principal has decided to make an exception this time and accept an additional senior inner disciple, Feng Qingkuang and Ao Junxie, who will be qualified at the same time."
After Suo Wenming said this in a calm tone, he turned around and left slowly.
On the ring, both Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie were stunned for a moment, and then Ao Junxie gave Qing Kuang a relieved smile with tenderness.
"This is the best outcome."
Under the stage, Dongfang Mu exhaled a long breath and murmured.
Compared to Duanmu Xiu, he really didn't like betting. Dongfang Mu would not make any uncertain guesses about anything before the dust settled.