Zhuo Xingling's confidence completely collapsed, and his eyes were almost ferocious.

Su Qinwu shrugged innocently, another one who couldn't afford to lose.

She didn't want to see him rushing on the spot, jumped off the ring and left.

Zhuo Xingling stared at her back tightly, and his hands clenched into fists.

He actually lost again, and he still used such a humiliating posture!

This is the first time he lost so badly.

He felt like he was completely lost.

In the past, he was at most defeated by his elders, and even if he lost, he could get a sentence: "It is rare to achieve this at a young age."

But this time...

He suddenly grabbed the sword that was landing beside him, and broke through the air and stabbed Su Qinwu's back with a sword.

Su Qinwu noticed the sound of the wind and looked at him sideways. Her eyebrows and eyes became cold, like black eyes and ice.

Zhuo Xingling felt a chill in his heart, and the next second he was spinning and was knocked to the ground.

Su Qinwu stepped on his chest: "Are you finished?"

Zhuo Xingling: "..."

Su Qinwu was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, so she swept him off the ring and turned around and left.

The jade plaque of Picking Star kept flashing with light, and she picked it up and took it to see it.

Oh, there are more than thirty people challenging her.

The rules for winning the star list cannot refuse to respond.

If you fight late or early, you will be beaten.

Su Qinwu decided to fight at one time, so she looked carefully at the person who challenged her.

Wen Ruofeng is in the list.

very good.

It's him.

A moment later, Su Qinwu arrived at the battle arena.

The wind has not arrived yet.

She was bored and simply took out the alchemy letters that Kong Suiliang gave from the storage belt and started to look.

Look, I have finished reading a not-so-thin alchemy note. She raised her head and found that Wen Ruofeng had not arrived yet.

Is this a bit disgusting?

Just as she took out the second note and was about to read it, Wen Ruofeng's figure finally appeared on the ring.

Seeing Su Qinwu reading a book, Wen Ruofeng looked arrogant and said sarcastically: "Who do you come to the ring to read books on purpose?"

Su Qinwu raised her eyelids when she heard the sound and looked at him: "You are dead."

Wen Ruofeng laughed loudly.

He smiled sarcastically, with contemptuous eyes as if he was looking at a dog: "If you are willing to apologize to me now, kneel down and shout three times, "I'm sorry I'm wrong," I'm in a good mood, maybe I can let you go."

Su Qinwu continued to read the notes and said nothing.

Wen Ruofeng said angrily: "Are you hoarse?"

Su Qinwu: "Oh."

Wen Ruofeng suddenly felt like he was hitting the cotton with a punch, feeling a sense of arrogance that he had nowhere to exert force.

He sneered: "I hope you can be so calm later."

Su Qinwu raised her hand and turned the page: "Oh."

She continued to read the note again, as if she was sitting in the school, instead of sitting on the ring, and completely ignored his opponent.

Wen Ruofeng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed her heart!

Su Qinwu's movement of turning the page was paused, and when the sword was about to touch her, she stretched out her two fingers to clip.

The sword that was shining with cold light was fixed like this and could no longer move forward.

Wen Ruofeng was shocked and quickly drew his sword.

But……

Can't pull it out.

Su Qinwu's fingers are beautiful and pure, as if they are some beautiful work of art.

Anyway, it doesn't look like the hand of a swordsman.

But even though her two slender fingers were firmly clamping the sword body, Wen Ruofeng couldn't move even if he used his strength to take advantage of his breasts.
Chapter completed!