"City Lord, this..." Ye Tianhao looked as if Wang Xinglie, who was secretly sneering beside him, frowned and turned to City Lord Ning and said.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lord Ning.

"Yue'er has been in the army since she was a child, with rich fighting experience and amazing practical ability. You don't have to worry."

"Thank you for your understanding, Daddy." Ning Yue'er turned around and saluted her father, Lord Ning, and then everyone turned around in astonished eyes, kicked her feet, and flew directly towards the fighting platform.

Ye Jian was slightly surprised. He really didn't expect that Ning Yue'er would go on stage and frowned slightly.

"Hehe, Brother Ye, I will have to show mercy later." Ning Yue'er jumped directly onto the fighting platform like a butterfly, landed opposite Ye Jian, and said with a smile.

"What did Miss Ning say?" Ye Jian shook the blood sword in his right hand, and a sword sounded immediately.

"Good sword!" Ning Yue'er just glanced at her softly, then her little hand touched her space ring, and a flash of light suddenly appeared. A fiery red spear mixed with a slight burning breath was instantly taken out by her.

"The lowest-grade spiritual weapon-fire gun!"

Ye Tianhao was shocked and could no longer maintain the calmness he had just now. Instead, he shouted to City Lord Ning anxiously: "City Lord, Miss Ning holds a low-grade spiritual weapon. How can Jian'er be the opponent? Jian'er lost in this game."

"The battle has not begun yet, how can you easily win or lose? Let's wait and see." To Ye Tianhao's surprise, City Lord Ning had no intention of stopping this battle.

At this moment, Ye Tianhao was angry and anxious. He didn't know how the power of the low-grade spiritual weapon was. It was a treasure that cut iron like mud and crushed gold and stones. Ye Jian could block the sharpness of the low-grade spiritual weapon with just a relatively sharp sword.

However, thinking that City Lord Ning was determined, Ye Tianhao had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

Wang Xinglie and Li Wudi sat aside, their faces full of gloating expressions.

"I didn't expect you to have a low-grade spiritual weapon." Ye Jian felt a wave of heat coming and frowned slightly.

"What, Brother Ye is scared? If Brother Ye is scared, Yue'er immediately put away the flame gun." Ning Yue'er's big eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"No need, you have a low-grade spiritual weapon in your hand, which is in line with my intention." Ye Jian's eyes were leaping with a thrilling light, and a powerful sense of confidence arose.

Suddenly, Ning Yue'er was slightly surprised, but then she was slightly moved.

"Brother Ye, you have to be careful later."
Chapter completed!