68, although defeated

Han Jing floated back and waved her sword at the same time, and it was the trick of "Wanmei Tuyan" that turned half into "knocking ice and jade crumbs".

Countless ice blue swords appeared on the autumn water sword, and turned into ice blue jade crumbs, arranged into a grid-shaped pocket to cover the water dragon. The ice crumbs melted and flashed away as the ice blue streamer, and white depressions appeared on the smooth surface of the water dragon.

If Bai Yiming's skill is only here, his move will be cracked by Han Jing again.

"Water dragon explosion!"

With Bai Yiming's shouting, the water dragon suddenly burst, blowing up the remnants of his and Han Jing's original shadow. The shock wave hit the Qiushui sword, and the "ka" sword was broken. At the same time, her tiger's mouth was also shaken and bleeding. She could no longer hold the sword, and several pieces of swords were shot out with the shock wave.

Almost at the same time as Bai Yiming shouted, he moved coldly.

Exploring the palm and grasping, Han Jing's body involuntarily flew involuntarily. When Leng Wumu floated up to catch her, the slender left hand that played the strings had casually scratched a half arc, and a flaming shield-shaped light mask suddenly appeared, and the shock wave of the water dragon explosion hit her fiercely.

The impact of water and fire forms a stronger and more dazzling shock wave, causing space shocks, and it is also ravaging the smooth and solid ground. The ground of the whole training ground trembles, quickly cracking into horizontal and vertical cracks.

Mu Qingsong put out a cyan light mask to protect the rest of the people and laughed loudly: "Amazing!"

Floating beside Mu Qingsong, he looked down at Han Jing in her arms and found that her face was pale after being weak. Her body was also trembling rapidly. Her lips were tight but showed unwilling anger, which made a intoxicating smile appear on his face. He said strangely and interestingly, "It seems that she has forced a sound to this point. Is he still unwilling?"

Leng Wuya and He Yuanshan were surprisingly silent, and the black brothers were also silent. Only the whining breathing made people know that they were not at peace.

"Lost is defeat!" Han Jing pouted and said.

"Although it's glorious to be defeated, Han Qing, I fought with Brother Bai, and I didn't see it better than you!" Mu Qingsong sighed.

Bai Yiming, who set foot on the other end of the training ground, smiled bitterly and said, "I feel that Han Qing still has a strong back move." How can it be!" Mu Qingsong blurted out. In his imagination, Han Qing can fight with Bai Yiming to this extent, which is already perverted enough. If there is a powerful trick, can it still make people live?

"Maybe nothing is impossible." Leng Wuhen said uncomplicatedly, gently hugged Han Jing, fed her a tonic elixir, and then took her out of the training ground.

"Is there a fight against genius?" Mu Qingsong said to himself, with a high spirit of war in his eyes.

"In his shadow, I believe that my progress will be faster." Bai Yiming made a joke.

"All of them are mocking me. I can hear it." Han Jing said lazily and was a little unhappy. However, noticing that there were several stains on Bai Yiming's snow-white robe, she immediately smiled proudly: "Haha, after losing the Qiushui Sword, it still stained Brother Bai's clothes."

He asked curiously, "Huh? Do you think Brother Bai is unhappy?

There was hair on her nose, and Han Jing was too lazy to touch it with her hand. She only wrinkled her nose and said, "I didn't see Brother Bai unhappy, but I saw Brother Bai's clothes snow-white, and there were no wrinkles at all. It's a little unpleasant."

"Is there any difference?" Mu Qingsong asked.

"Ha ha, as naughty as my ninth sister, you can make trouble with whoever you like most."

Bai Yiming was unintentional, but Leng Wuhen was intentional. His heart moved and he cast a doubtful glance at Han Jing.

Leng Wuhen's elegant hair that always likes to slip to his forehead and brushed Han Jing's face. Unbearable, she finally complained, "Oh, Brother Leng, don't always turn your head around, okay? My hair is so itchy on my face!"

From the training ground to the cold dormitory, a winding ram canyon is quiet. There are few people on the road, but there are still three or two big cats and kittens. I saw three disciples in the inner courtyard in this group, and they all respectfully avoided the side of the road.

Hearing Han Jing call "Brother Cold", one of the two students standing sideways on the road screamed excitedly: "It's the third coldness of the top ten geniuses in the inner court!"

The call was particularly loud in this quiet environment, which immediately attracted a group of onlookers.

I found that these onlookers basically recognized Bai Yiming and greeted him much more enthusiastically. They were mostly respectful to Mu Qingsong and Leng Wuhen, which seemed much more strange.

grabbed the hair that was always brushing on her face and pulled it. Han Jing said curiously, "Wow! Brother Leng, I can't see that you are quite famous. However, it seems that everyone is familiar with Brother Bai.

Looking at Han Jing, who was still holding her hair as if nothing had happened, she said boringly, "Then guess why they are more familiar with Brother Bai?"

Mu Qingsong and Bai Yiming widened their eyes at the same time. Since they can afford Leng Wuhen, they haven't heard him say a word of nonsense. He is always so concise that he even replaces what he wants to say with a look quite often.

"Leng San, Leng Boss, did I hear you correctly?" Mu Qingsong exclaimed.

"Well, it's a little abnormal to be stimulated a little deeper today." He smiled coldly.

"You are right." With a deeply touched nod, Mu Qingsong smiled and said, "What kind of situation will happen if they tell the truth about their puppet fight with Han Qing?"

Han Jing, who is so smart, is confused again and asks stupidly, "Who is whose idol?"

He Yuanshan said at this time, "Brother Bai broke into the top ten after entering the inner courtyard. He is the idol of all the students of our Nanmo branch."

The cleverness came back again, and Han Jing understood: "Oh, it turns out that Brother Leng, Brother Mu, and that dead shemale are not from our branch, are they?"

"This sounds like a different kind of thing?" Mu Qingsong laughed. He was also deeply stimulated and talked more.

"But why isn't Brother Leng from our branch? Isn't he a cold and unyed brother!"

"Ceng Wuya should have entered the strongest Canglong Branch like me, but he chose to enter the Nanmo Branch himself."

"It seems that Brother Leng has given him a strong psychological pressure that he has come so far to avoid you."

"Now he must regret it." Leng Wuhen said with a smile.

Leng Wuya, who had been silent, lost his eyes to his eldest brother and still didn't say anything.

Blinking, Han Jing showed an innocent expression and sighed, "Brother Leng, it seems that your provocation method has no effect. The little ice cubes didn't respond. The quacking Eighth has no sound. Wow, it seems that I have been hit by me."

He Yuanshan couldn't help shouting, "Who is the chattering myna?"

"The eighth brother called." Han Jing clapped her hands happily and smiled.

Looking at He Yuanshan's depressed appearance, he smiled coldly and silently.

Talking and laughing, the group came to Leng Wuya's dormitory. Leng Wuqi put Han Jing on a bench covered with exquisite embroidered cushions, and she immediately fell down softly like a bone shelf.

"Don't sleep. Now seize the time to adjust your breath and practice will be better than usual." Bai Yiming said beside him. He sat on the floor by the window and posed for cultivation.

"I'm starving!" Han Jing curled her lips and said feebly.

Leng Wuya immediately ran into the kitchen and brought a bowl of porridge and said, "Let's deal with it first."

Looking at his brother in surprise, he didn't remember when the boy became so careful. It seems that his mother didn't see him pour a glass of water when he was sick, right? Brother, pour me a cup of tea." He said.

Staring at Han Jing, who was drinking porridge, Leng Wuya said without looking back, "Isn't the teapot on the table next to you?"

Sure enough, this boy is careful and considerate to Han Qing, not his change of character! Leng Wuhen was puzzled: I am also an arrogant person, and it should not be such a performance to be fooled by being hit! Is that really possible?

Drinking porridge, Han Jing's mouth refused to be idle: "Brother Leng's expression is very sinister. Are you planning who?"

He turned his head and glanced at the eldest brother, and said with a cold and abrupt smile, "The eldest brother was stimulated too deeply today. He must be worried that his third position in the inner courtyard will not be preserved for a long time."

"You are gloating!"

"It's okay! I have been determined to surpass my eldest brother since I was a child, but unfortunately, I am still in the darkness before dawn and have not seen any hope. You can't imagine that kind of pressure, hehe. Although he was smiling, his cold expression was more like crying.

He put his arm around his brother's shoulder and said coldly, "Big brother knows it."

looked directly at the eldest brother and said seriously, "No, you don't know. By your side, I will feel that it is difficult to breathe. Therefore, I fled to the Nammo Branch. I actually gave up a little bit of myself."

The two brothers looked at each other and wanted to say something, but they both wanted to talk.

Others were speechless. Du Hanjing asked curiously, "So what about now?"

Her eyes fell on Han Jing's vivid expression, and she smiled coldly and involuntarily, not a smile like crying, but a sincere smile from the bottom of her heart.

"When I came to the Nanmo Branch, I slowly regained my self-confidence and felt that I was a crane in the pigeon herd. Even if I was a little thinner, I was still a crane. Until you appeared and hit me hard again. Strangely, I seem to be relaxed instead.

"Hee, because the talent gap is too big, so you can't be jealous?"

"Yes, especially when I saw your fight with Brother Bai, I was completely relaxed. It's only a matter of time to be surpassed by the top ten geniuses in the inner court. How much do I need to think about?

"Ceng Wuya, you are setting up an enemy for me. You are too bad!" Han Jing shouted angrily, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her true heart.

He Yuanshan said fiercely, "The thin cranes of our Nanmo Branch will follow you into the inner courtyard and see you trample all their ten geniuses under your feet."

"What do you mean, stinky eighth brother? You still think that the little ice cubes don't have enough enemies for me to make the top ten geniuses in the inner court be hostile to me!" Waving her fist, Han Jing wanted to pretend to be angry, but at most she could only tighten her lips so as not to burst into laughter.

"It's obvious that I want to retaliate and call you my eighth brother."