Yunlan Sect Has Been Signed For Three Years, And Anti-Inflammation Comes To Your Door This Day

In the auditorium, an elegant floral fragrance filled the air, just like the painting in the poem Dove, which made people intoxicated.

"The restrained power of Baihuamen is really amazing. The fragrance is like a silent hymn, which is impressive."

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, as if they could smell the mysterious charm in the aroma.

"The aroma is indeed pleasant, but its secret has yet to be discovered."

Onlookers analyzed with interest.

In an instant, a huge energy, like an awakening spiritual bead, condensed in the core of the folding fan, like a piece of green lotus petals, slowly stretching out, blooming with dazzling light.

His figure passed by like a swift wind, and the brilliance of the lotus in the fan soared, like a comet piercing the night sky, silently locking on the water ice moon, and then suddenly falling [pointing directly at her abdomen].

The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant, with only fine dust dancing in the wind. Li Shuanghua's smile seemed even deeper at this moment.

"It seems that in this round, Senior Brother Li has 873 chances of winning.'

There were murmurs from the audience, mixed with nervousness and anticipation.

The power of the impact was enough to make people worry. Someone whispered worriedly: "Faced with such an offensive, Shui Bingyue may not be able to withstand it."

The dust dispersed, but Li Shuanghua's smile condensed at this moment. His tactics were not realized like Hou.

Shui Bingyue was unexpectedly safe and sound. A layer of transparent blue halo suddenly appeared around her body, and electric arcs danced on its surface.

Her eyes were firm, and the protective shield turned into thousands of threads, wrapped around the tip of her sword, ready to go.

The light of her sword flashed, and Li Shuanghua's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved his fan to respond. However, the electric arc penetrated like wild thunder, and he screamed in pain, falling from the ring like a fallen leaf.

"Shui Bingyue wins."

Elder Yunling's voice echoed on the field, announcing the outcome of this battle.

“In the next quarterfinals, Lin Fan from Yunlan Sect will face Tang Lin from Lan Jianzong.

He then announced, his words revealing the anticipation for the introduction of the new rules.

Hearing this name, the disciples below started talking a lot.

"It's finally Lin Fan's turn. What a character he is, he can actually make Yunlan Sect abandon Nalan Yanran."

The curiosity of a disciple from outside the sect was beyond words.

Everyone looked at the ring expectantly, looking forward to whether this new force could continue the glory of Yunlan Sect.

Someone asked in confusion: "In the past, we only entered the semi-finals before playing. This year's change is really puzzling.'

They can only look forward to the progress of the game. Although they have doubts about the decision of the top management, they still trust Jiahua.

Someone worriedly speculated: "Facing Tang Lin, Lin Fan may not have a good chance of winning.

Others are confident: "Junior Brother Lin Fan's strength will definitely lead to victory."

Although they do not fully understand Lin Fan's specific strength, they firmly believe that there is a deep meaning behind the sect's decision.

Similarly, they are also in awe of Tang Lin of Lan Jian Sect: "Junior brother Tang Lin should not be underestimated either. Lan Jian Sect may have a breakthrough this time."

The disciples of Lanchuang Sect have great trust in their senior brother, and his words are full of determination.

"I also feel the same way. Senior Brother Tang Lin has entered the finals with a sweep, and Lin Fan may not be able to defeat him."

This disciple's words were full of admiration for Tang Lin, but also contained a challenge to Lin Fan.

In a series of fierce competitions, Tang Lin's performance was like a bright star. Elders from various sects had high hopes for his future potential. They firmly believed that Tang Lin's glorious chapter was about to unfold.

"Hey, you seem to have underestimated us at Yunlan Peak. The disciples who can be selected for the competition must have the belief that they will win."

A Yunlan Peak disciple retorted in a slightly provocative tone, mentioning past setbacks with a hint of complacency in his tone.

The young disciples below were arguing endlessly, each holding their own opinions, and no one easily gave in to the other's point of view. ,