After all, the Black Ink Clan really wanted to retreat at the beginning.
If I hadn't met Ruobing, nothing would have happened next.
Mo Leng looked at Lan Meng's attack and raised his sword expressionlessly.
Mo Leng's movement technique is very special and has its own style. It seems to be a temporary and unpredictable routine designed to follow the enemy's moves.
Mo Leng does not have the talent for the power of light. He has water attributes, that is, ice attributes.
Ice attacks require very strict controls.
Obviously, Mo Leng is a very stable and tricky opponent.
Both games were very exciting, and everyone was dazzled.
Lan Canghai also didn't expect that Mo Leng could stay in Lan Meng's hands for so long.
Lan Meng said: "No need, just finish the competition quickly."
I just feel like I still have more to say.
Everyone in the audience clapped excitedly when they saw Lan Meng's long sword pointing at Mo Leng's neck.
"Wonderful!"
She wanted to see if she was more powerful because she had both strength and talent, or if Baili Wenwen was more powerful because she only had talent?
"Can you play for me in the next game?" Suddenly, a simple and honest voice came from Baili's gentle ears.
The fact that he has persisted for so long shows that he is very strong.
Baili Wenwen looked into He Juhua's eyes hidden behind his messy hair. Looking at the excitement in his eyes, you could tell how much he wanted to play.
Moreover, Lan Meng's level is one level higher than Mo Leng's.
But Baili Wenwen couldn't satisfy him: "You are not the Holy Son, you can't. We are not the Black Ink Clan, we can ignore the rules. And the Black Ink Clan doesn't particularly want to win, but if I send you, I believe you can win.
, but the result was not good for the White House."
Although Mo Leng is very talented, even surpassing Lan Meng.
After all, he didn't expect Mo Leng to win, otherwise he wouldn't have sent him directly. If Mo Leng won, wouldn't he really be in direct confrontation with the Lan clan?
"Meng'er, do you want to ask the palace master to rest for a while?" Lan Canghai's mood became better and better.
Baili Gentle glanced away inadvertently, and suddenly saw He Juhua sitting not far away. This guy's eyes seemed to be stuck in the middle of the field, and they were shining with a very bright light.
She didn't think anyone would dare to come up from behind, and she was also waiting for someone, Baili Wenrou.
Baili Rouwen: "..." Is this idiot also a martial arts fanatic?
Just as Baili Wenrou thought, Mo Leng was defeated by Lan, who had superior spiritual skills.
Baili Rouwen already knew the outcome after just one glance.
It's just that he was defeated even though he was defeated. After all, Lan Meng's move was not as easy as the previous battle.
"Hahahaha, tonight is really a good night! Come back, Mo Leng, you have done very well." Mo Xuan laughed.
Don't care about winning or losing, don't care about the result.
But the biggest difference between them is that Lan Mengtian's daughter has used the best spiritual skills and taken the best pills since she was a child. This is fundamentally incomparable.
He didn't notice that the master of the palace was in a bad mood.
"I know." He Juhua was not too disappointed. When Baili Wenrou thought he was unhappy, he said to himself: "Anyway, this isn't that powerful, and it's not pleasant to fight."
Baili Wenrou: "..."
Is Lan Meng not powerful enough? If she were to hear it, she would be furious to death.
Lan Meng, who was in the field, glanced around: "Is there anyone else coming up? If not, let me win."