Once Lin Qianran thought Murong Ningyue was not as strong as hers, she suddenly became arrogant.

Besides, she had long been used to this kind of thing. If she hadn't been able to understand Murong Ningyue's cultivation at the beginning, she would have challenged Murong Ningyue long ago.

Murong Ningyue looked at Lin Qianran's appearance and couldn't help but feel funny. Lin Qianran was really stupid. She actually thought that her cultivation was not as good as hers. It seemed that she would not be able to not teach her some lessons.

Although he had been fighting for a day in the competition, Murong Ningyue had a deep spiritual power and had an amazing recovery, so there was basically no loss. There was no problem with dealing with a Demon Lord's first stage.

"Haha! Are you challenging me? This is something you asked for, and you are still holding me in front of me. You think you are something, and you will cry later!"

After Murong Ningyue finished speaking, she stopped talking nonsense and walked into the competition room directly.

Seeing this, Lin Qianran glared at Murong Ningyue's back and walked into the competition room.

The others stood outside the competition room and waited. As long as Lin Qianran suffered a little loss inside, they would rush in immediately. At that time, they would fight to break the rules and get some punishment and try to please Lin Qianran. As long as Lin Qianran liked them, he would give them something casually, it would be worth the time they had been living in this second floor for several years.

After entering the competition room, Murong Ningyue pulled out her icebreaker without saying a word. This time she decided to fight and didn't want to waste too much time. Lin Qianran also took out her weapon, a black whip.

"Crack!"

Lin Qianran shook the whip twice in the air, and made a loud noise. The eyes of Murong Ningyue's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.

You should know that in the Demon City, she has the nickname of a little witch. This time she has decided to torture Murong Ningyue. After seeing that the weapon used by Murong Ningyue was a dagger, she was even more confident. The whip in her hand was specially used to restrain melee weapons such as daggers.

Murong Ningyue was also staring at Lin Qianran with a bright look. After Lin Qianran took out the whip, Murong Ningyue's gaze was attracted. The whip in Lin Qianran's hand was dark black in color, and there were layers of scales on it, which looked like it was made of the tail of some kind of spiritual beast.

There is a saying among weapons that one inch long, one inch stronger, one inch shorter, one inch dangerous. Lin Qianran's whip is not only long but also flexible, but it does have a bit of a grammatical effect for Murong Ningyue's dagger, but in the face of absolute strength, this kind of restraint cannot play a role in turning defeat into victory.

Murong Ningyue narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and at this time the murderous intent in her heart had moved, and she stabbed Lin Qian directly.

When Lin Qianran saw Murong Ningyue rushing over, she showed a sneer on the corner of her mouth and shouted: "Looking for death!"

Then she swung the whip hard. She was sure that Murong Ningyue would be seriously injured if she whipped down, but Murong Ningyue's figure disappeared halfway and Lin Qianran's whip was empty.

“Huh?”

Lin Qian couldn't help but let out a light ejaculation, and looked around at the same time, trying to find Murong Ningyue's trace, but the entire competition was empty, and Murong Ningyue seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lin Qianran couldn't help but frowned, and a trace of panic climbed into her heart. Murong Ningyue seemed not as easy to deal with as she imagined.
Chapter completed!