"Li Yi, you''re not a man. You''ve been given one hand."
"Yes, don''t give me the shame of Yanhuang department. If you don''t have confidence, Ma Liu will admit defeat and roll down and change to other people who want to fight."
"I''m afraid what he''s doing. He doesn''t know how to achieve this cultivation. It''s empty but not real. It''s totally useless. Give him some color to see."
Seeing Li Yi''s advice, the onlookers of Yanhuang yelled and urged.
His eyes twinkled for a long time. Li Yi gritted his teeth and said, "since you want to die, I''ll let you know that I''m fierce. I''m ruthless. It''s inevitable to get hurt. If you''re afraid, you should give up and leave the poetic charm as soon as possible, and then go away."
"Afraid? I''m afraid it''s you. It''s your ability to hurt me. Cut the crap and I''ll do it first. "
Ning Xiaolei looks at Li Yi with disdain. It''s such a time. It''s too cheeky to say that!
Li Yi snorted, a long red sword appeared in his hand, a little on the ground at the tip of his foot, and suddenly rushed out.
Although he is fast, in Ning Xiaolei''s eyes, he is a little slow. Their cultivation is not at the same level at all.
In the face of such opponents, Ning Xiaolei has no idea of taking out weapons.
"Sky fire sword technique."
With a low roar, Li Yi cuts to Ning Xiaolei with his long sword in his hand.
With Tianpeng''s Footwork running, Ning Xiaolei easily dodges, comes to Li Yi''s side and blows out.
Li Yi immediately reacts, pulls back his elbow, cuts the sword horizontally, and forces Ning Xiaolei to open.
However, he underestimated Ning Xiaolei''s speed. Without waiting for his long sword, his fist fell between his ribs.
"Click!"
In the slight sound, Li Yi tumbled out and fell to the ground.
With only one move, Li Yi in the late Dacheng period was defeated.
Ning Xiaolei stood up straight and shook his head slightly. "It''s too weak. I really don''t know why you are so arrogant with your strength."
"You..."
Li Yi''s blood almost spurts out. This is chiguoguo''s insult.
Ignoring his existence, Ning Xiaolei turned to Huang Dong and said, "and you don''t seem to agree with me either. Come on, move on."
"I..."
Huang Dong''s face was instantly ugly. His strength was almost the same as that of Li Yi. Since the other side could beat Li Yi with one move, he could beat him with one move.
Seeing Huang Dong''s timidity, Ning Xiaolei said contemptuously: "with this strength and courage, I dare to play my rhyme. It''s ridiculous."
After that, he looked at the rest of the Yanhuang people: "yun''er has her reasons for choosing me. I don''t want others to gossip about me. If anyone thinks I''m not worthy, he can challenge me. I''ll follow."
This word falls, Yan Huang Department not young light man is angry to gnash teeth, but dare not go up to challenge.
As for women, a lot of fanatic looking at Ning Xiaolei, such a domineering man, for which women do not like.
Poetry in the crowd with a smile shaking his head, whispered: "this guy, even have such a side."
The crowd was noisy for a moment. Suddenly someone came out and said in a cold voice, "I don''t think you are worthy of such a woman as poetic charm. Only I, Wang Qingyun, can be worthy of such a woman."
Ning Xiaolei frowned. Hearing the sound, he saw that it was a handsome man with a white face. His appearance made him handsome.
Wang Qingyun this appearance, immediately attracted a lot of Yanhuang women scream constantly, shouting for him to have monkeys and so on.
"It''s just a white face. Is it worth it?"
Looking at Wang Qingyun, Ning Xiaolei looks away, looks at those cheering Yanhuang girls and says.
Ning Xiaolei''s voice is not deliberately hidden. He can hear it clearly with Wang Qingyun''s cultivation. His face turns black and his eyes are full of anger.
He has always been proud of his handsome appearance. Unexpectedly, when he comes to Ning Xiaolei''s mouth, he becomes a little derogatory.