After hearing Lan Caier say this, Tan Ruhua smiled disdainfully, "It's just a demonstration. See what tricks she can make. Young Master Feng, we two have not made things difficult for you. You said the matter of feces. After all, you are the Young Master Feng family. Since you said it, I hope you can do it."
"I also hope the two girls can do it." Feng Jin changed his usual attitude and became serious, with a very serious expression.
Tan Ruhua was stunned and laughed: "That's natural."
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Most people were looking for fun. After coming back to their senses from the surprise of Ming Wang Dao just now, everyone only hoped that Qingge could end the weapon selection as soon as possible, so they could go to see Mr. Feng bathing in feces, and they were a little excited to think about it.
Feng Jin's eyes were deep, and his eyes ignored everything in front of him, like a stream of light, and finally fell on the crystal platform.
For some reason, his heart was beating.
No one knew that when he came back last night, he saw the princess in green clothes standing on the crystal platform, in a daze, and in a daze, Feng Jin vaguely heard the word Wuji and the shock of the audience.
Even if it was just an illusory dream, he firmly believed in it and looked forward to that miracle.
Qingge stood on the crystal platform, holding the Mingwang sword, looking back at Feng Jin.
The breeze is gentle and the clothes are fluttering.
"Start!" The messenger of the Divine Realm gave the order, Qingge's eyes were as sharp as a blade. She saw her clenching the Mingwang sword in her right hand, and her figure whizzing like a wind, and her momentum was like a dragon going out to sea unstoppable.
A Mingwang sword cracked the sky, and the strong wind gusts, and in the fierce wind, it was simple and crude, slashing towards the colorful on the other side of the crystal platform with a destructive and destructive momentum.
The hurricane swept through the blade and came to his face. The colorful ones were not moving at all. The colorful clothes in the aftermath were fought countless times before, and the colorful clothes in the aftermath light did not have wrinkles, like there were no ripples on the calm water surface.
At this moment, when the Ming King's sword came in a shocking world, the sword light was like the wind, and the colorful clothes on his body flew back and flew.
Qicai caught Qingge's blade with one hand, and Qingge was like a huge mountain pressing down.
What was shocked was that the colorful afterimage, which had never moved before, took three steps back under the power of the Ming King's sword.
Not only that, Qicai was still retreating until it reached the edge of the crystal platform, and there was no way to retreat.
Countless people stared at this scene with wide eyes and amazement, feeling like a dream, unbelievable and incredible.
The colorful phoenix is ​​the most noble messenger in the divine realm. It is said that this clan is not the phoenix tribe, but the noble incarnation of light.
Wherever the light is, she is.
Suddenly, beams of light were released from countless pores around the Qicai under the Mingwang sword, and millions of beams gathered together. The thorned practitioners subconsciously narrowed their eyes, and their eyes were white, and they could not see anything clearly.
The light ball cracked and fell like a celestial girl scattered flowers.
Countless light spots gathered in the air again, and the sacred and beautiful colorful phoenix spread its wings and soared.
A pair of wings are like colorful robe dresses, and each wing is composed of light.
Especially those eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the most gorgeous rays of the sky.
There were sounds of air-gasp under the crystal stage.
Such a scene has been rare for thousands of years.
The numb and stiff body of the messenger of the Divine Realm moved slightly. He raised his head and looked at the colorful phoenix, and the gorgeous and dazzling light filled every corner of the Divine Warrior Castle.
The Divine Realm messenger was so excited that his voice was trembling. "For many years, even if it was just a shadow of the Qicai Venerable, no one could have shot out the Qicai Venerable's animal shape with one knife."
Everyone was shocked!
Should I be so exaggerated and perverted?
That was the Venerable's seven-colored beast shape that actually cast out?
The singer stood on the crystal stage holding the Mingwang knife. She looked up at Qicai and saw her reflection in her eyes like rays.
The light surged around the colorful circles, and she turned into a woman wearing a colorful dress, with her jade-like feet falling on the crystal platform.
Seven Colors looked at each other with the messenger of the Divine Realm.
The face of the messenger of the Divine Realm was red with excitement. He announced to everyone, "The Seven Colorful Venerable said that she could not judge Ye Qingge's military sect level. The Venerable's body was in the Divine Realm. She had notified all the venerables to discuss together. After the discussion, she would announce it. As far as I see, the level of the military sect of the Lord Ye is at least above the fifteenth sword sect!"
Fifteenth section of knife door!
The wind passes silently, the world is silent, and needles fall from all over the place can be heard, leaving only the sound of breathing between each other.
"My God, I'm going to faint. Old Li, please help me see my ears. I've had tinnitus recently. Did I hear it wrong?" The second elder was so excited that his face turned red. He grabbed the elder's hand, afraid it was his own auditory hallucination.
"Even if you hear it wrong, can you still read it wrong? Qingge's sword was used to knock out all the essence of the Qicai Venerable. Her military rank was decided by all the masters of the Divine Realm. It can be seen that her strength and talent are so high." Even the elder, who has always been calm, was a little trembling when he spoke at this moment.
The dean sitting on the chair suddenly stood up, and the third elder was dumbfounded.
Di Wuxie stood in a remote corner, wearing a golden robe with scarlet roses embroidered.
Vulgar aesthetics and dressing.
Di Wuxie curled his lips, and there was a wicked smile on his lips.
You'er jumped and hugged Liu Yan'er for a few times, "Did you hear it when Uncle Liu? Did you hear it? Lion and Tiger are the fifteenth section of the sword sect, fifteenth section, and only one of the four major colleges has produced such a score!"
"I heard it." Liu Yan'er lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly.
Ye Qingge has always been like this. Following her, you must have a strong and powerful heart.
Otherwise, one day, I might be frightened to death by Ye Qingge.
She is a mysterious and ancient book, every page is poisonous, and every page is a beautiful dream.
There is never a last page in this book, but everyone wants to see the last page.
Yes, for the sake of the wonderfulness of the last page, they are still following the sea of ​​swords and fire.
Gillian was wiping the precious Linglong sword. When she heard the words of the messenger of the Divine Realm, Gillian's movements froze.
She turned her head inch by inch as mechanically, and her eyes fell on the crystal platform.
Fifteenth swordsman?
The dark water surface was covered with the coffin. She stood in the prison, and the soul that was regarded as noble and arrogant was like fragile glass. With a clear sound, it had long been broken and could not be repaired and restored.
Deep in the deepest part of Ajiao Qinghan's eyes was a sea of ​​blood.
She began to be alert, her soul and spirit were tense like a string, as if it would break down at any time.
No one has ever made her so afraid.
Gillian tightly pursed her bright red lips.
Lan Caier and Tan Ruhua were both stunned.
Fifteenth paragraph...
That is an existence that they can't see.
Chapter completed!