Don’t Mess with the Dark Princess

  Chapter 1353 Count him lucky (2)

  The other disciples of the small sect who came to watch the battle with the master were all dumbfounded.

An eighteen-year-old fifth-level warrior is already a first-class genius in their sect, and some disciples of the sect are only at this level, but the disciples of the Xingyao Sect and the Bixia Sect In your eyes, this is nothing at all?

  Are the disciples of these two sects really that strong?

  Actually, although the disciples of the two sects bickered and talked with each other with a lot of exaggeration, the cultivation base of the first entry into the fifth-level realm is indeed not very high.

  In this kind of group arena, in order to prevent the main disciple who is the trump card in the sect from accidentally missing or losing his strength, ordinary disciples are sent first.

  These people who are vying to be on stage now know that they are absolutely impossible to be the final champion, but it is also a rare opportunity to show their face on such an occasion, in front of so many great powers in the Southern and Western Regions!

  If he can defeat his opponent beautifully, he might be able to attract the attention of the senior leaders of his sect, and become a key talent cultivated by the sect!

  The battle in the arena was quite intense, and the two warriors fought for more than a quarter of an hour before the winner was determined.

  Because of slightly higher cultivation level, the disciple of Bixia Sect won the victory and became the champion.

  However, before he had time to cheer, another disciple of the Xingyao Sect jumped onto the ring and challenged him!

   This time, the opponent came prepared, and came up to challenge after seeing that the attributes of the two people's skills were incompatible.

  So, the disciple of the Bixia Sect was immediately beaten to the ground and rolled down the stage in despair. The whole process did not exceed twenty breaths!

  However, the new challenger couldn't hold his position firmly and was quickly kicked off the stage.

  For a while, the atmosphere in the competition arena was very high, and the champions changed like a revolving lantern.

   Such a tug-of-war is most likely to arouse hostility between the two sides, and the scolding battle among the disciples in the audience has gradually reached a climax.

  Huang Yueli took a few extra glances at first, but after a while, she began to feel drowsy.

  She rested her chin on her hand, trying to resist Zhou Gong's call, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

  In order to refresh her mind, she quickly turned her head and called the man beside her, "Mo Ying, what are you thinking?"

  Beside her, Li Moying's handsome face was as cold and indifferent as ever, looking forward calmly, as if he didn't feel bored at all.

  However, he did not answer Huang Yueli's question.

  Huang Yueli frowned, "Mo Ying?"

   Still no sound.

  Finally she couldn't help it, she leaned over and poked his arm, poked once, but there was no response, poked again, still no response.

  Huang Yueli raised her eyebrows, and patted him **** the shoulder, Li Moying suddenly trembled, and turned to look at her.

   "Hmm... Xiao Lier, what's the matter?"

  He has a calm expression and a dignified and elegant demeanor, without any signs of guilt or fright.

  Three black lines slid down Huang Yueli's forehead. This man...was clearly asleep just now! He can actually fall asleep sitting up!

She gave Li Moying a blank look, and said angrily, "Sect Master Li, is it really okay for you to be like this? If the disciples who fought hard in the audience knew that their beloved Young Sect Master fell asleep, what would they think?" ?”

  (end of this chapter)