The strongest sword saint

Chapter 154 Dragon Girl--Niana

Niana has eye-catching red waist-length hair, a tall figure, and a light blue shirt, which highlights her graceful figure vividly. She has no friends or relatives. Or they are all dead.

Niana, who has a deep blood feud, comes from the other side of the lost forest. She has been deliberately kept a low profile until now, which has been entrusted with the hopes of countless generations.

Niana walked lightly on the stage, but her thoughts flowed quickly. Between her right finger, she wears a fiery red and exquisite ring, which is delicately carved with a ferocious angry dragon, which is called the Dragon God, and this ring is a fire dragon ring handed down from generation to generation.

Niana lightly took off the fire dragon ring and carefully put it in front of the silver mirror. She looked up and saw that Cang was still staring at her, as if she was going to see through her whole body. Nina smiled with a guilty smile and lowered her head quickly.

"Niana, one person." She whispered and turned her eyes to the magic mirror.

The blue number displayed on the silver mirror danced quickly. From two digits, it quickly became three digits. When it jumped to four digits, the noise under the stage suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was whispered.

When the thousand-digit number jumped to four, even Ling Hui, who had been talking and laughing, stopped and turned to Niana on the stage. Nianna bit her red lips and received the eyes from all directions. Until the thousand-digit number became nine, she took back the fire dragon ring like an electric shock.

"Niana, magic power 98,0002." Cang's face still changed slightly, and even the first-grade students under the stage could see that if she hadn't taken back the ring, the magic number on the silver mirror would have broken 10,000 quickly. What is she hiding?

Niana may not know about the whole fire dragon clan. Except for Ling Yan's brother and sister, other human beings did not know about it, and even a little news of catching wind and shadows has not come out of the lost forest. Even if she reveals her identity, there will be no disaster as she thinks - all human beings Siege and attack it. After all, the Fire Emperor Youlan is led by his body, and it has been 30,000 years since the sealing of the Fire Dragon family. Thirty thousand years is enough to change many things.

For human beings, the real enemies have always been gods and demons with fewer and fewer time intervals to invade the continent.

Niana stepped off the stage, and she was a little panicked when she saw the hot eyes of both men and women under the stage as if they wanted to swallow her. I took a deep breath and didn't feel relieved until I felt that my heartbeat was much more stable.

In one afternoon, there was only one hand left to count the untested number. Except for Niana, the thin muuse is firmly in second place. There are also some teams with more than 10,000 magic powers, but because of the number of people, on average, each person is only more than 1,000.

"The next classmate, please come up. It's the last group." The still sweet voice made the bloody young man almost have a nosebleed.

Ling Li walked slowly to the stage, and he was not in a hurry. First of all, he approached the world in the extremely jealous eyes of the animals under the stage, but he couldn't help but jump out a line, "Your Majesty, do you still remember Mother Rong on the shore of Daming Lake?" He scolded himself nervously and smiled slightly, "Dean Cang, do you still remember the Shuanghe Valley on the east bank of the river?"

Since Ling Li came up, Cang has still been staring at the young swordsman wearing an innocent swordsman's robe at any time. Cang still smiled and said, "I remember. The little guy is so majestic.

Hearing this, he still called himself a "little guy". Ling Yu's mouth twitched and thought that it was not small. However, this is the only time so close contact with Cang still. How can he let go of this opportunity? He has a lot of questions to ask. Ling Wei straightened his mind and said, "Dean Cang, do you know a guy with a brown hat, a ragged raincoat, and a self-respecting to be a great astrologer?"

Cang still didn't know why, so he had to shake his head. At this time, the animals under the stage began to protest.

"Hey, isn't it a magic test? What's the matter? Mr. Cang, don't pay attention to him.

"Yes, yes. He took this opportunity to approach our goddess on purpose. Little swordsman, come down quickly."

"He is really smart. Why didn't I expect to talk to Mr. Cang by the way? I'm excited and regret it."

"Quickly down, come down quickly."

The noise under the stage made Ling Wei's head loud. It is impossible for him to let go of this opportunity, but in the eyes of the public, if Cang still has the intention to hide it, he must not ask anything. Ling Wei smiled and said, "Mr. Cang, are you free in the evening? Students have a lot of questions to ask you.

"Wow. Is he confessing? It's too direct, animals, animals." A man with thick eyebrows opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Sister Mimi, he actually sent an invitation to Mr. Cang. Do you think she will succeed?" Maybe it's because I've been too tired this month, and there are more pimples on Xiao Mi's face.

Xiao Mi glanced at the bloated girl around her arm and said, "What do you think, Sun Jia? This Ling Xing is really a disgrace to us like a swordsman.

"Look, I don't know what this guy will do if he is rejected by Dean Cang. Haha, I'm looking forward to it." Guo Qiang, who also came out of the sword saint class, looked like he was watching a good play.

"Reject, refuse..." I don't know who started first, and the first-year students under the stage actually shouted these two words rhythmically. Even some high-grades who watched the hustle and bustle followed. The news spread quickly.

Do you know? A first-year swordsman is sending an invitation to Dean Cang in the college square. Pull up your brother and have a look."

Do you know? A first-grade swordsman is confessing to Mr. Cang in the college square. Go and have a look.

"A swordsman is showing his love to Mr. Cang in the square next to the Magic Comprehensive College. Go and have a look."

"Someone proposed to Mr. Cang. Let's go and have a look. In the square." For a while, rumors spread all over the college at an alarming rate.

After a while, the square in the center of Bowen College was full of people. They saw that, as rumored, a young man dressed as a swordsman and Cang were still standing face to face on a stone platform less than two meters high. And the fans of the world still tacitly shouted the slogan of rejection.

I'll go, what's going on. Ling Wei smiled bitterly in his heart, and now he feels quite strange. For a long time, Cang still giggled. She smiled so charmingly that even Ling Li couldn't help but be stunned.

Fans' hearts sank to the bottom. Oh, my God, she actually smiled at him. Could it be that Mr. Cang would promise him?

For a long time, Cang still stopped laughing, and the fans were dying of urgency. Those good people who came to the scene to propose were also sweating. Because it was just time to finish class, the huge college square was already a sea of people. Everyone's eyes focused on Ling Li and Cang still.

The corners of her mouth still raised slightly, showing her signature smile again. She said, "Ling, let's talk about this later. I'll come to you in the evening. Now let's test the magic power first.

"What is this? Did she agree? Still politely refused. The people under the stage looked at each other in consters. They don't know what kind of medicine is still sold in the gourd.

"She should have refused, but why did she say she would go to see him at night? It's still night, my God. There is adultery."

"She must be embarrassed to accept other people's proposal in person, so she said so. Damn, what's wrong with that stinky boy? With his thin body, I pinched him to death with one hand.

This afternoon, countless male animals in Bowen College burst into tears. Just because the goddess in her mind actually promised other people's men to have a rendezvous at night in full view. Oh, Creator, let the object of Cang still meet at night be me. Even if I die immediately the next day, I am willing!

To get back to the point, and with the confirmation of Cang, Ling Wei slowly walked before the silver mirror. He said slowly, "Ling's team, eleven people." Yes, he did not exclude the demon who left halfway. At this time, those seniors found that it was the first-grade rookies testing magic power.

"boring." I heard that Ling Li said that there were eleven people, and the senior crowd surrounding the square was about to disperse. What can a team of 11 people do if it is promising? Even if the magic power breaks tens of thousands, how much can each person get? Suddenly, an exclamation pulled their footsteps back.

With a slight convergence, many people couldn't help looking back at the numbers jumping on the silver mirror. The sharp-eyed person has seen a black magic core ring placed in front of the silver mirror. As soon as he thought about it, he knew that it was a space ring for storage.

People with space rings of rare items are extraordinary. They are either extremely rich or powerful, or their strength is extraordinary. Either one is enough to attract them to continue to look down.

The four-digit number on the silver mirror began to change slowly. When the thousand-digit number jumped to nine, there was finally a tendency to stop.

"Huh? I thought it was too much. Nine thousand magic power is indeed a lot, but if eleven people share equally, none of them can enter the top ten, and it's shameful to deliberately make such a big noise.

Disdainful voices came one after another, but there were also several people who recognized Ling Wei, such as the elegant style of the Swords Department and the mercenary Geizi who witnessed Ling Wei and others challenge Bi Meng. They, who have great expectations for Ling Libao, will never believe that he is so blocked from the top ten?

Sure enough, the slow jumping number on the silver mirror is about to stop. The swordsman on the stage smiled and threw a white jade ring from his hand like a trick, which landed firmly next to the black magic ring. At the intersection of countless people's surprised eyes, the number that was about to stop beating seemed to have taken a stimulant and suddenly soared...