Chapter 1707

After Duanmu yawang seven came back from the toilet, night nongying couldn't wait to tell Duanmu yawang.

Duanmu yawang was not surprised: "there are no such good things in the world. Someone must be unconvinced. What if the person who fails to command will fight with me?"

"Er..."

Night Nong Ying didn't expect this. He paused and hesitated: "it shouldn't be. In this way, won't you be tired to death?"

Duanmuya looked at her face and smiled angrily, "is your brain sealed? Of course, they can't let me fight all the losers alone. I think I should pick out one of the losers."

Night nongying heard the speech and nodded approvingly: "in this way, it's really more fair."

Then, before Duanmu yawang had time to answer, there was a sound of gongs on the stage, announcing that the time for the decision was near, and let the determined fighters fight on the stage.

Duanmu yawang said, "it's your turn. Go up. Don't lose me."

"Don't worry, even if you curse me to lose, I'm unlikely to lose." night nongying smiled twice and glanced in the direction of Fu Shangqing, just opposite his eyes.

The night made a shadow, shouted and laughed at his lips, and made a gesture of invitation every other space.

Fu Shangqing nodded. They went on stage together according to the number.

Twelve men, six battle groups are ready.

The messenger came to the stage, glanced at the twelve people, then looked at Duanmu yawang and said: "Fight in pairs and one more person. If the more people are promoted without fighting, everyone must be dissatisfied. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, the winner of the twelve of you can be promoted. If the loser still has fighting spirit, he can continue to fight with the loser, determine a winner and fight with the more one."

Yan Huiyin listened and smiled at the corners of her mouth: "Xiaoya Wang, it seems that your idea is right."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang answered faintly.

The messenger on the stage continued: "of course, those with fighting spirit can continue to fight for a position. If we give up fighting in consideration of physical conditions or other conditions, we also respect the choice of the fighter. Do you understand this messenger?"

"I see!"

The contestants responded with one voice.

The messenger nodded and added, "since you understand, does anyone have an opinion?"

As soon as these words came out, many people were silent, glanced at Duanmu yawang, and then shook their heads, "no problem."

The messenger noticed that everyone's fighting spirit was not high, and there was no expression on their faces. He just nodded, motioned to the subordinates on the stage, and made up his own to step down.

The messenger's subordinates beat the gong and asked everyone to prepare. Night nongying looked at Fu Shangqing standing opposite him with a smile. Seeing his dignified face, he asked with a smile: "Mr. Fu, if you lose, will you continue to fight and win that seat?"

Fu Shangqing's face was not relaxed. He strained his jaw and said, "of course."

"Commendable courage!" night Nong Ying snapped his fingers and said modestly: "I'm lazy and love peace quickly. Such a fight can be one less time. Therefore, you hope that you can keep the piano under your hand later."

Fu Shangqing didn't know what he thought. He slipped his throat twice and said with a smile: "for so long, I haven't seen Mr. Mu fight with Miss Duanmu. They should both hide some strength. I hope I can have the honor to see the battle between them."

In other words, mercy or something doesn't exist, and he can't want to lose!

Night nongying smiled, "do I have any hidden strength? You should know it later."

Fu Shangqing said coldly, "Shangqing is ready. We can start at any time."

"OK."

As soon as the conversation between the two fell, their bodies flashed, and they officially clashed.

Not only they, but also the other five groups of fighters, officially began to fight.

Duanmu yawang was not very interested and yawned when he stood. Yan Huiyin said, "are you sleepy?"

"Yes." Duanmu yawang said helplessly, "I'm not tired. I'm just a little bored." she really wants to sit down or lie down and have a rest. As a fighter who still needs to fight, she can't sit back in the audience, otherwise she would have sat back.

Yan Huiyin sighed, "it's really hard for you to fight these days."

Duanmuya glanced at him and didn't have a good way: "it's not hard. In fact, a cultivator should fight more and fight more." these days, she has gained a lot.

Take today's fight for example. If it hadn't been for the dragon to call the lightning, she would never know that she could have built an aperture to touch in such a critical situation.

After all, the aperture is extremely difficult for her.

Here, Yuandong Tianjian has always felt that it has changed differently in the past these days.

Although this change, she doesn't know whether it is good or bad. It's indisputable that the sword spirit is stronger and has reached a height never reached before.

Yin Huiyin didn't mention this topic after hearing her say so.

Duanmu yawang yawned faintly, stood and closed his eyes and said, "show me how they fight. I'll close my eyes."

"OK."

Yin Huiyin answered gently.

Duanmu yawang closed his eyes and rested.

After closing her eyes for only half an hour, Yin Huiyin said with a smile, "there was no accident. Miss Ye won."

Duanmu looked like she didn't hear it. She shouldn't say a word, and her eyelids didn't move.

At the night shadow side, Fu Shangqing's lips overflowed with blood. He hung his eyelids and stared at her Duanmu yawang. The upper three white's eyes were all evil, and the Yan Emperor couldn't believe it.

He didn't believe he would lose.

Moreover, he only had the strength to support himself, and the aura in his body was being drained bit by bit.

Night Nong Ying looked at him and said, "your eyes are good. Are you finally willing to show your nature?"

"Why?" Fu Shangqing said angrily, "I know..."

"You mean to say that you gave me a dark needle, why didn't I get poisoned?" night made a shadow wink at him and asked.

Fu Shangqing looked dull: "you, how do you know me..."

"A small skill."

Night nongying sighed and sorted out his clothes. He was quite disappointed and said, "when I played poison, you probably were still playing with mud. I thought you had much ability to challenge me. I overestimated you."

The implication is that you are too weak. I am very disappointed in you.

Ye nongying's words were equivalent to a sharp knife on Shang Qing's wound. "Poof!" he vomited a mouthful of black blood and finally fainted.