Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The second bell rings.

Ling Xiuyu stood up, holding a jade fan in his hand and wearing warm green clothes.

"Don't get hurt." Xie Beiyao also stood up and gently stroked his back while hugging him, "Come on."

"Yeah." Ling Xiuyu's lips curved, his smile subsided when he turned around, and flew onto the ring.

When the battle began, Ling Xiuyu did not use the jade fan in advance. He tightened his cuffs and used kung fu techniques to fight.

Feng Yi originally held his breath, but when he saw that Ling Xiuyu didn't have any weapons, he immediately relaxed a lot of vigilance. He used the big knife in his hand very fiercely, forcing Ling Xiuyu to retreat repeatedly.

But Feng Yi didn't notice that although Ling Xiuyu was retreating to dodge, he was able to move forward with ease every step of the way.

The excitement caused by Feng Jia's death just now was too great. Feng Yi was determined to win this victory and hurriedly raised his knife to slash.

Seeing that Feng Yi was defenseless, Ling Xiuyu's eyes flashed slightly, and the jade fan fell into his palm, like a ghost flying out. By the time Feng Yi reacted, the distance between the two had widened, which was just the right distance for Ling Xiuyu to launch his attack. .

"Little tricks!"

Feng Yi shouted angrily, raised his knife and slashed again, cutting the jade fan that flew out into two halves. Ling Xiuyu curled his lips and said, "Behind."

"Wha...uh!"

Only then did Feng Yi realize that what he had chopped off was just a broken fan. The moment he turned around, the jade blade was inserted into his back. Fortunately, he reacted in time to avoid it, thus avoiding the same fate as Feng Jia.

Ling Xiuyu took advantage of his injury and took the jade fan that flew back. He made a dexterous leap and kicked Feng Yi off the ring, who was covered in blood.

"The real and fake double-sided fan is really useful." He murmured, extremely satisfied with the magic weapon Jinchen gave him.

Only the Divine Pavilion can make such a sophisticated magic weapon.

"Tianxuan Guo wins! Two points in total!" The military commander raised his voice to announce the points.

The audience raised their voices in congratulations, already aware of the strength of Tianxuan Kingdom.

Jinchen held Xie Yuancheng in his arms and observed the expressions of Feng Zian and the Beifeng Country team members on the other side.

"What are you thinking about?" Xie Yuancheng raised his eyes and asked.

"I was thinking... Feng Zian will probably go crazy if he loses two games in a row."

Jinchen pinched his cheek gently, "It's time to relax their vigilance again."

"Jiang Yao."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yao, who was warming up for the next scene, turned to look at him after hearing this.

Jinchen sat up slightly and said, "You have to lose in the next game."

Jiang Yao: "Why?"

Other friends also cast a look of confusion.

Jin Chen: "The secret report from the Shenge is that among the ten people competing this time, three are dead soldiers raised by Feng Zi'an. They are as vicious and insidious as mad dogs."

"He has lost two games in a row this time. Even if it is for the sake of the North Wind Country, he will forcefully change the cards and let the dead soldiers play. It is important for us to save our lives."

Jiang Yao covered her mouth in surprise, "Okay, if I meet a dead man, I will make a plan to make myself fall off the ring."

The third bell rings.

Ye Susu and Si Ning patted her head, "It's important to save your life, don't show off, Princess."

Jiang Yao made a face at them.

All the contestants from the North Wind Kingdom were strong men. When they were fighting just now, they didn’t feel that standing opposite the little girl now seemed a bit inconsistent for no reason.

There were whispers in the audience, suspecting that Tianxuan Kingdom would win again.

Feng Bing was even more rude and humiliated.

"Don't you have any men in Tianxuan Kingdom? You actually selected a few women to participate in such an important competition! Hahahaha!"

He smiled evilly, not hiding his contempt for Jiang Yao at all.

Jiang Yao rolled her eyes, but she never lost in the competition of talking skills.

"Hahaha, you uncle! You look down on the girl so much, did you jump out of the cracks in the rocks! Stupid thing!"

The smile on Feng Bing's face faded, and he became angry when he heard the jeers from the audience. When the game started, he raised his mace and hit it hard, hoping to show off the good looks of this ignorant girl.

He spoke sluttishly, humiliating Jiang Yao while fighting back, and his eyes were even more uncomfortable.

Jiang Yao was so angry that she frowned and shouted angrily, and the long whip was thrown out like a dragon, with the force of breaking a bamboo.

Feng Bing's strength was higher than the previous two, both in speed and strength. Jiang Yao couldn't tell whether he was a dead soldier, so his movements were somewhat restrained, resulting in him losing several moves in a row.

Feng Bing's humiliation continued, even targeting Jiang Yao's chest with a lewd and provocative look.

"I'd say you women have so many weaknesses! You can't even keep up with defense."

He laughed, showing no respect for his opponent.

Not only Jiang Yao was angry, but the friends in the audience were also very angry.

Jin Chen frowned deeply and glanced at Feng Zian with piercing eyes. He was keenly aware that the three people sitting closest to him did not laugh with him. No matter what happened in the ring, they always had numb expressions.

They are the dead soldiers, and they have not played until now.

With a conclusion in mind, Jin Chen shouted to the stage, "Jiang Yao! Don't hold it back, kill him!"

When Jiang Yao heard the sound, her eyes immediately changed, and she jumped up from the edge of the ring. With dexterous light skills, she swung the long whip with her right hand.

"Humph, it's no use!"

Feng Bing sneered and used his old trick of using the mace to resist the long whip, but this time it was different. The long whip tightly wrapped around the mace, forcing Feng Bing to be unable to turn around. After being restrained for a few seconds, Feng Bing broke free.

Jiang Yao took advantage of the moment when he looked slightly embarrassed, and threw out the thin transparent thread from his left hand, using the attack of the long whip to wrap around Feng Bing, making him almost undetectable without using any force.

At this moment, Jiang Yao jumped down, grabbed the thin thread from the other side with her right hand wearing a finger glove, and pulled back violently.

"what!"

Feng Bing was pulled back by an inexplicable force, his neck was pulled until he could not move, and he suddenly fell to the ground. Jiang Yao moved his fingers four or two times and moved back quickly.

Amidst the sudden burst of exclamations from the audience, Feng Bing's head and neck separated, blood splattered, and he rolled down the ring.

The smoky pink dress was stained with blood. Jiang Yao stroked her hairpin and smiled as delicately as Shura.

She looked towards Feng Zian in the audience and sneered coldly, "This is what will happen if you don't respect the girl."

Feng Zian kicked down the table and stool angrily and cursed loudly.