You Can't Imagine The Speed Of My Cultivation

"This girl is not a talented talent, but her acting skills are pretty good."

Jiang Fan looked at Ling Xuanxuan who was cute and coquettish in the ring, and nodded in satisfaction.

Generally speaking.

Qi Refining Eighth Stage comprehends Sword intent, and it is not a big problem to deal with Foundation Establishment First Stage.

However, considering that Ling Xuanxuan has just learned about Sword intent and is not very proficient in using Sword intent, and she is still a fighting rookie who has never fought before, Jiang Fan gave Ling Xuanxuan a trick.

Playing cute and acting like a baby, pretending to be pitiful.

It's best to let that idiot Wan Chao make a move.

By the time.

Ling Xuanxuan's big move directly will surely catch Wan Chao by surprise and kill Wan Chao with one move!

The fact is just as Jiang Fan expected.

Facing Ling Xuanxuan, whom I still feel pity for, Wan Chao's sense of justice was instantly overwhelming.

"Jiang Fan, the King of Soft Rice, is simply inhuman, even bullying his own junior sister."

He patted his chest and swore to Ling Xuanxuan: "Little girl, you can make a move. Don't tell you to do one trick, even if you ask you to do three tricks, it's fine."

finished.

Wan Chao stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

He is the attack of Foundation Establishment First Stage Cultivation Base, Qi Refining Eighth Stage, to him it is no different from tickling.

Let this little girl do a trick, and she can pretend to be aggressive by the way, so why not do it?

"Then I'll do it."

Ling Xuanxuan blinked, and immediately urged the long sword in her hand, and unceremoniously slashed at Wan Chao.

In an instant...

A palpitating sword intent of ice also emanated from Ling Xuanxuan's body in an instant, pressing towards Wan Chao suddenly.

"I @#￥......"

Sensing the sudden eruption of Sword intent from Ling Xuanxuan, Wan Chao could only feel ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping past his heart.

This little girl acted cute and coquettish just now, she did it on purpose.

Those who ride horses are cheated!

only……

He hadn't planned to make a move just now, and he didn't take Ling Xuanxuan to heart, but now he was suddenly suppressed by Ling Xuanxuan's Sword Intent, and there was no time to resist, so he could only watch Ling Xuanxuan strike him with a sword.

Boom!

Hearing a loud noise, Wan Chao was sent flying by Ling Xuanxuan's sword, and flew upside down from the ring in a state of embarrassment.

At the same time, the mechanical sound of the arena resounded instantly.

"Ling Xuanxuan wins this competition, and the competition points +10!"

"..."

The scene in front of him caused the huge arena to fall into deathly silence at this moment.

Wan Chao... actually lost?

And let Ling Xuanxuan win with 10 competitive points.

This... is not scientific at all.

To know.

For each match in the arena, the highest score given by the system is ten points.

If you want to get a full score of ten points, you must perform extremely well in battle.

It can be said.

Winning with ten points is definitely very rare in the arena.

this moment.

Everyone's eyes were dull and their faces were dumbfounded.

They originally thought that even if Wan Chao from Foundation Establishment First Stage played against Ling Xuanxuan from Qi Refining Eighth Stage, even if he couldn't instantly kill his opponent, he should be able to easily win.

Who knew that this product would become the target of instant killing!

"Sword... Sword intent, Ling Xuanxuan actually comprehended Sword intent!"

I don't know how long it has been.

Someone in the arena finally came to his senses, and let out an incredible scream.

hiss!

As the scream sounded, countless people couldn't help but gasp.

In their gazes looking at Ling Xuanxuan, there was an inconceivable look of horror.

"I didn't expect this new direct disciple of the Sword Academy to comprehend the Sword intent, awesome."

"Qi Refining Eighth Stage comprehends Sword intent, it's simply terrifying."

"Yeah, with such a Talent, I'm afraid it won't be much inferior to Yue Qingying."

"Fuck... my three thousand Spirit Stones are gone."

"..."

In the arena, there were voices of admiration mixed with miserable wailing, one after another.

certainly.

The most depressing one was undoubtedly Mo Xiaopang.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and couldn't believe his own eyes.

He had thought.

Jiang Fan bet on Ling Xuanxuan's victory, and this bet is a guaranteed profit.

Unexpectedly, Wan Chao was instantly killed by Ling Xuanxuan in the blink of an eye.

To know.

This is a 1:10 odds.

Thinking that he would pay Jiang Fan 130,000 inferior Spirit Stones, Mo Xiaopang felt his heart was bleeding.

Paralyzed!

Careless.

What a blood loss for this Porter.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Sister Ling is worthy of being the principal's direct disciple, awesome!"

Ye Ming came back to his senses with an excited look on his face.

This wave of bets is right, he has developed.

He knew that Jiang Fan's betting must be tricky. It turns out that Ling Xuanxuan is also a peerless evildoer who has comprehended the Sword intent!

When he first heard that Ling Xuanxuan had the relationship with the Deputy Palace Master Lu Xiao, he thought that Ling Xuanxuan, a direct disciple of the Sword Academy, came through the back door.

Now it seems that I am superficial.

"Of course, if she doesn't have any skills, is she qualified to be my little junior sister?"

Jiang Fan pouted.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Ming with a smile: "Ye Ming, I have helped you earn a lot this time, should I have a share of the Spirit Stones you earned?"

"Hey... Whoops, Brother Jiang Fan, I ate badly this morning and my stomach hurts, so I have to go to the bathroom first."

Ye Ming turned pale and clutched his stomach in an instant, turned around and fled.

"..."

Jiang Fan looked at Ye Ming who was running faster than a rabbit, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

After all, you are also a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment period, and you can eat a bad stomach, just teasing me.

...

Center of the arena.

Wan Chao was caught off guard by Ling Xuanxuan's sword and fell off the ring in embarrassment, with a mouthful of blood spurting out wildly.

He looked up at Ling Xuanxuan on the ring, with an expression of disbelief, "You...you comprehended the Sword intent?"

"yes."

Ling Xuanxuan nodded with a smile.

"Then you still ask me to give you a trick!"

Wan Chao's lungs were about to explode.

You are a fucking person who understands Sword intent, but you still have the nerve to act cute and act like a baby, asking me to give you a trick, how shameless you are?

"You didn't say that you won't let me if you understand the Sword intent."

Ling Xuanxuan jumped off the ring and looked at Wan Chao innocently.

"Pfft!"

Wan Chao could only feel his blood pressure rising slowly, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out from his mouth again.

I'm not a big fool, if I knew you understood the Sword intent, I would let you?

"Okay, little junior sister, just stop talking."

Seeing Wan Chao who was already so angry with Ling Xuanxuan, Jiang Fan couldn't help but hastily stepped forward, and said wordlessly, "If you make him faint with anger, who am I going to ask for Spirit Stones?"

Wan Chao looked at Jiang Fan who was approaching, his eyes almost burst into flames: "Jiang Fan, are you fucking stalking me?"

"Wan Chao, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

Jiang Fan glanced at Wan Chao with dissatisfaction, "We are gambling normally, and we are willing to admit defeat. Bring the five thousand low-grade Spirit Stones."