Duan Xiaomo stood beside Ling Chuxi and suddenly pulled the corner of Ling Chuxi's clothes.
"What's wrong, Xiao Mo?" Ling Chuxi asked.
"I want to go." Duan Xiaomo said softly.
"You?" Ling Chuxi hesitated.
After this period of practice, Duan Xiaomo has become very proficient in Sanshou, but what puzzles Ling Chuxi is that she still cannot see through Duan Xiaomo's fighting spirit and strength. I remember Cang Yuan once said that his
The foundation is too weak, which means that there should be a certain foundation, but Lingchu can't see the depth of his strength. After thinking about it, Ling Chuxi can only attribute this to Tianji Danxin.
"Xiao Mo, are you confident?" Ling Chuxi wanted Duan Xiaomo to have some practical experience, which would be of great benefit to improving his strength, but she didn't dare to let him take risks easily, so she asked worriedly
road.
"Yes." Duan Xiaomo's voice was still as plain as a glass of lukewarm boiled water, without any emotion at all.
But based on Ling Chuxi's experience of having been with him for so long, she knew that he seldom spoke, but every word he said had a purpose. If he said yes, then he must be full of confidence.
"Okay then." Ling Chuxi thought for a while, and since he was confident, let him give it a try. Anyway, the young man on the field was only at the ninth level of fighting spirit. He, Duan Feiyu, Ling Yichen, Bailihan and others
They were all present, and even if the young man couldn't hold back his hand for a moment, with a few of them stopping him in time, there was no way Duan Xiaomo would be injured.
And Ling Chuxi has always been curious in her heart, what is Duan Xiaomo's strength, and how magical is Tianji Danxin?
At this time, Lan Xinyu had already walked onto the court. After getting along all the way, Lan Xinyu and the others had become very familiar with the Su family's children, and unknowingly regarded themselves as members of the Jindan Sect, so no one raised any objections when she came on the court.
However, Ling Chuxi glared at her fiercely, "You have reached the Great Perfection state, why are you fighting with a ninth-level warrior? Are you really being abused too much and want to find some confidence in others?"
"Lan Xinyu, come down!" Ling Chuxi shouted angrily.
"What?" Lan Xinyu glanced at Ling Chuxi dissatisfied.
"Come down and let Xiao Mo come up." Ling Chuxi said.
"Xiao Mo?" Although Lan Xinyu was a little reluctant to give up this rare opportunity to legitimately torture others, she was a little confused when she heard that Duan Xiaomo wanted to come and retreated to the sidelines. Xiao Mo had only recovered not long ago and followed Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi doesn't have any worries if she doesn't even have half a month to practice. How can she compete with others?
Duan Feiyu and others were also shocked when they saw Duan Xiaomo walking into the field.
"Xiao Mo, what are you doing here?" Duan Feiyu jumped into the field, pulling Duan Xiaomo to get off the field.
"I want to compete." Duan Xiaomo looked into Duan Feiyu's eyes and said calmly.
Looking at Duan Xiaomo's calm gaze, Duan Feiyu couldn't help but stop.
"Don't worry, he said he has confidence." Ling Chuxi said to Duan Feiyu.
"Then, be careful." Duan Feiyu touched Duan Xiaomo's head and said with concern. He also saw the strength of the young man opposite him. As long as he was careful, Duan Xiaomo should not be in any danger.
"Nonsense, nonsense!" Duan Feiyu passed this level, but Lu Chengfeng blew his beard and stared, shouting.
"No, no, the second young master has only been well for a few days. How much cultivation he can achieve is simply nonsense." Lu Chengfeng jumped onto the field and dragged Duan Xiaomo away without any explanation.