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Chapter 482

After she finished saying this, Yun Zheng fainted without hesitation.

Without the control of the owner's spiritual sense, the jade tablet ran out of the storage space and fell under Wu Qingyue's mind.

Yun Zheng took out the jade token and crushed it.

In an instant, Wu Qingyue was teleported out of Kunyu Secret Realm.

At this time, the two men following Wu Qingyue swallowed their saliva, turned around and ran away immediately!

Just kidding, one of the five geniuses in their sect, Wu, was defeated! Are they still here to be slaughtered?!

It’s so scary. Are all the eighteen-rate disciples in the Nanyang airspace so powerful?

They ran away quickly, but as they ran, they found a familiar white figure in front of them.

After seeing it clearly, their souls were almost scared.

The two of them looked at each other in horror. Wasn't she the one behind just now?

Why did you suddenly run to them?!

The girl in white stood on the rock slope, tilted her head, and smiled sweetly, "Sorry, I'm a little in a hurry."

They were shook by the beauty of the girl in front of them. After reacting, they found that their people were already standing on the Fengtai.

The people around Fengtai looked at them with a strange and subtle look.

Two male disciples: "!!!" Please listen to our explanation, we just didn't react for the time being.

Coincidentally, the elder of Qiuhu Sect came over to lead Wu Qingyue back to recuperate. The elder glared at them with embarrassment.

The elder of Qiuhu Sect cursed in anger: "If you don't go down, is it embarrassing to stay here?"

"Yes, yes!" The two male disciples quickly lowered their heads and replied.

The sect leader, elders and others of Qiuhu Sect all turned a little darker. The Qiuhu Sect is famous for the five great geniuses, but now one of them has lost to the eighteen disciples in the Nanyang Airspace...

What made them most worried was that Wu Qingyue didn’t even enter the top 100!

The people in the Nanyang airspace were very happy, especially the eighteenth sects sitting in the corner, because they heard Elder Liang’s boast.

Elder Liang said proudly: "Didn't I say, what's wrong with us 18th century? Wouldn't you still beat other sects?"

The word "beating" made the eighteenth-class sect leaders and elders immediately worried and persuaded them in panic:

"Elder Liang, please be careful, it's not good to be heard."

"Yes, it's better to be low-key."

Everyone: "..." has heard it.

The people of Cangzhou were so angry that they were itchy, but they were powerless to refute.

Because those disciples who were born in the eighteenth century already occupied a certain seat in the mute box, and the disciple named Feng Xinglan was already close to the top five in the standings.

The girl named Yun Zheng who had just eliminated Wu Qingyue, her name has appeared on the curtain box.

Ranked 99th and 52th points.

Although the ranking is not high, her strength can defeat Wu Qingyue, and her strength is definitely not much weaker.

Everyone wondered why so many dark horses came in at once...

The powerful people in the Zhongtian Realm who were sitting first in front had dark eyes, and they knew better the gap between different levels of sects.

These people seem to have all come from Dongzhou and have not been here for a long time. Are they all talented?

An elder of the Xiuyun Sect in Zhongtian Realm said, "This Feng Xinglan is good. His attainments in swordsmanship and sword intent are extremely high, but he has one disadvantage, that is, his behavior is too resolute, or he can be said to be straightforward, I am afraid he has a relatively good temperament.

It’s hard to get along with others.”

"I think so." The elder of Jingzhen Sect agreed.

The elder of Ling Wu Sect shook his head and said with a smile: "But he is very decisive and decisive, I like it very much."

Fu Xinghe from Longtianmen raised his eyebrows, "Fu Qianhan, Zhan Wuxiu, Nalan Peiran and others are all very good."

Elder Lin of Shen'an Sect smiled, "I think those eighteenth-rate disciples will be powerful dark horses."

When Fu Xinghe heard this, he glanced at Elder Lin and smiled sarcastically, "This needs to be investigated. Elder Lin, your disciples have been chosen worse and worse over the years."

"Actually, Elder Lin, your eyes can be wider."

The implication is that he has a bad vision.

When Elder Lin of Shen'an Sect heard this, he just smiled indifferently and did not refute.

At this moment, the Third Elder Di was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

He slowed down for a while before he looked back at the crystal screen again.

Although his eyes were shifting back and forth, his attention was always on the girl in white, because when he saw her, he felt an inexplicable palpitations in his heart.

Like the reaction when I saw Miss Di Lan.

At this time, Elder Lin turned his head and asked with a smile: "Elder Imperial Third Elder, do you think which disciple performs better?"

"Fu Qianhan," said the third elder Hu. He actually wanted to say Yun Zheng, but in order not to let Sen find something strange, he answered a name casually.

Fu Xinghe smiled maliciously: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, Fu Qianhan? Third Elder, you have a better look at people than Elder Lin, but Fu Qianhan will definitely not choose your Emperor family..."

Elder Di San's face was slightly cold, "Fu Xinghe, you have too idle mouth. Could it be that you are a singer from the opera?"

Several strong men around him couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

Seeing this, Fu Xinghe's face turned dark.

...

In the secret realm of Kunyu_

On the ground full of grass, five disciples from the Forest Feather Land gathered around the white-clothed boy in the middle.

I saw the boy carrying a big sword filled with cold light on his shoulders, and his handsome and charming face was not panicked at all. He raised his eyebrows one-on-one. The light brown tear mole under the corner of his left eye made him even more energetic. Occasionally, he was oozing.

The light of fighting spirit.

The disciple of Moriyu Land, led by the leader, sneered:

"What are the disciples of the eighteenth-rate sects in the Nanyang airspace pretending to be cool in front of us? Is it possible to hand over the jade token quickly, so I can avoid a beating, right?"

Another person responded: "Although you should only have one point, but..."

"Who said I only have one point?" The clear and melodious voice of the young man in white in the middle rang slowly.
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