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Chapter 574: Winning Three Consecutive Games 4

Opposite Murong Ningyue was a handsome and fair-faced young man. The man was wearing a long essay gown and holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked very unique among most demons wearing rough and sturdy skins. Murong Ningyue couldn't help but take a few more glances.&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;

However, as Yang Fanqing said, Murong Ningyue couldn't help feeling speechless. Unexpectedly, there was such a narcissistic style in the Demon World. From his name to his clothes to his words, my cool aura was revealed everywhere, which made Murong Ningyue very unhappy.

"You little face is really interesting. You are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing. Don't worry, my sister will show mercy later. Just slap your butt and teach you some lessons!" Murong Ningyue replied with a joke on her face.

Yang Fanqing's fair face suddenly turned red when he heard this. He usually hated others the most, but Murong Ningyue violated his taboo, which made him furious. He shook the folding fan in his hand and said angrily: "You are looking for death!"

After saying that, he waved his folding fan and a thick tornado appeared out of thin air on the ring and swept towards Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue looked at Feng Juan with a cold face. Judging from the power of Feng Juan, Yang Fanqing's strength should be similar to that of him, that is, the cultivation level of the Demon Saint's fifth stage. He has always had the confidence to win against his opponent Murong Ningyue at the same level.

The same spiritual power was used to make a wind gush towards Yang Fanqing's tornado. The two wind gush collided in the center of the ring, like a strong earthquake, and the entire ring roared and trembled continuously until the two wind gush's power disappeared. At this time, only a slightly smaller wind gush was left on the ring, and the wind was Yang Fanqing's place.

A look of incredible flashed in Murong Ningyue's eyes. His spiritual power was much more solid than that of the same level. How could he be at a disadvantage in this competition? Looking at Yang Fanqing's proud expression and the folding fan that was constantly shaking, Murong Ningyue's eyes trembled.

That folding fan is not an ordinary folding fan! Although he is invincible at the same level, it is under the circumstances of equality of other conditions. The folding fan in Yang Fanqing's hand is obviously not an ordinary product. Without that folding fan, it would be a breeze to defeat Yang Fanqing. However, it is precisely because of the blessing of the folding fan that Yang Fanqing was slightly better than him.

Murong Ningyue couldn't help but sigh at this moment. It seemed that she should upgrade her icebreaker. Now she is a spiritual saint, but she is still using a venerable weapon. No wonder she dragged her back. But now she definitely has no time to upgrade her weapons in the ring. If she wants to defeat Yang Fanqing, she has to find another way.

Yang Fanqing saw Murong Ningyue being defeated in the first confrontation and said proudly: "Hmph! I don't know who was talking wildly just now. Now I know that this young master is powerful. This young master is handsome and elegant, and he is not a fame!"

Murong Ningyue resisted the urge to vomit and sternly said to Yang Fanqing: "What's so great about you? It's not that the folding fan in his hand is a top-quality holy weapon. If it weren't for this, how could you be my opponent?"

Yang Fanqing was not embarrassed at all when he heard this, and said naturally: "I have the best holy weapon, that is my master's ability. If you have the ability, you can also get a top holy weapon. It's really ridiculous!"
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