Fast-traveling female supporting role: There is no limit to fancy flirting with men

Chapter 317: The Wind and Clouds of Cultivation Wastewood (82)

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhang Yang on the stage stopped his pinching action and shouted loudly, "Get up!"

Then he raised his right hand sharply, and a small drum the size of a basketball flashed with colorful lights and floated out of the weapon refining cauldron.

drum up!

Zhang Yang glanced at Yuexiang proudly, then controlled the drum into the hands of his assistant, and he gave it to the elder for inspection.

After a while, the words on the big screen changed, "Zhang Yang, Qifeng of the North Shore, Nine-breathing Fascinating Five-Color Drum."

"Not bad, surpassing his previous eight breaths. It seems that this time he will win!"

Under the battle arena, many disciples have already started discussing.

"Well, the disciple sent by Nan'an only joined this year, so he shouldn't be able to surpass Zhang Yang."

"That's not necessarily true. There have been many outstanding disciples from Nan'an this year. Maybe this Yuexiang is also a hidden one."

"It doesn't look like..."

"Senior brother, let me teach you a word! People are not judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured!" Qingcheng raised her eyebrows and interjected.

"That's right, before the results come out, don't make any conclusions!" Tweety was also very upset, and glared at the few people who were talking about it!

"We say ours, it's none of your business! It's unreasonable!" One of the disciples retorted very unconvinced!
"The people you mentioned are none of our business! Otherwise, who cares about you!" Xiao Cui'er didn't intend to let these chattering disciples go, she was ready to roll up her sleeves and fight with them!

"Okay. Don't argue anymore, the results will come out soon." At this moment, Yueying said coldly, and glanced at the disciples as if unintentionally.

"Senior Brother Yue." The disciples suddenly understood what Yue Ying said when they saw Yue Ying speak, and immediately saluted respectfully and slipped aside.

Just as Yueying said, Yuexiang on the battlefield has finished refining, and a colorful small drum is emerging from the weapon refining cauldron under her control.

"Miss, look! Fourth Miss's drum training is also finished! It looks very good, no worse than the one named Zhang. What do you think?" Cui'er happily dragged Qingcheng closer to the big screen and pointed at the moon. Said the ecstasy drum made from incense.

"Hmm. I have a hunch that this drum is at least ten breaths or more!" Qingcheng clasped his brain with his left hand, rested his right elbow on it, and rested his cheek on his hand, saying very firmly.

"Really! That's great!" Xiao Cui'er has always believed in Qingcheng's words, so she couldn't help but start to jump for joy.

As if to verify Qingcheng's words, there was an extra line of handwriting on the big screen under the No. [-] battle stage, "Nan'an Qifeng Yuexiang, ten-breathing fascination and five-color drums!"

"Yeah! I really won! Well done to Miss Fourth!" Cui'er jumped up and gave Qingcheng a high-five.

"Haha! Great! Our Yue family has won!" Qingcheng turned to Yue Ying and gave a thumbs up gesture. Yue Ying's iceberg face finally showed a smile and nodded.

"Miss, what you said is not right. You haven't competed yet?" Cui'er later realized that she remembered this.

Qingcheng knocked her hard on the forehead, "You have so little confidence in your lady? Do you believe I can send you back to the Yue family with a magic talisman?"

Tweety raised her little hand in fear, and nodded wildly, "I believe it, I believe it!! I have absolute confidence in Miss!"

"That's about the same!" Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, Yuexiang flew down from the high platform, her face flushed and she didn't know whether it was from heat or excitement.

She walked up to Yueying slowly, and smiled brightly at him, "I won!"

(End of this chapter)