Male God Please Lie Down

If she fails to cultivate, her face will gradually age, and then... her life will also disappear.

After a day of competition, in the evening, except for Yubi naturally released bursts of warm light.

There are also many lights, which are also suspended and floating everywhere.

Even though it was night, it was as bright as day.

Although Feng Lingwan was wearing a gray robe, standing there, the robes of her clothes were flying with a feeling of a fairy.

This time, three people were selected from the outer door...Of course, Feng Lingwan was undoubtedly the most shining star.

"Feng Lingwan, you can now choose an inner disciple to compete with you..."

The instructor looked at Feng Lingwan with a smile.

"Yes!"

Feng Ling night responded with neither humble nor arrogant voice, and then directly turned his gaze to Lu Qingming.

"Sister Lu Qingming, please come out for advice!"

While speaking, she saluted Lu Qingming's direction again.

Everyone knows what happened to the outer disciples by a demon king like Lu Qingming half a year ago.

Now she actually started to challenge Lu Qingming again on stage.

At this time, among the peaks, there was a lot of discussion again.

All kinds of jokes, basically everything.

Swipe...

For a while, his gaze stayed on Lu Qingming's body.

Without changing his face, Lu Qingming walked out, just about to go down one side of the stairs.

Wuyu walked to her and said, "I'll come over you!"

"Oh!"

Seeing Wu Yu saying this, Lu Qingming rode on it.

Wu Yu flew up... and flew Lu Qingming to the platform with Feng Lingwan.

Lu Qingming got off Wuyu under the shock of the audience.

At this time, there was an uproar in the audience, although Wuyu's appearance was still wearing clothes, it looked nondescript.

However, it can not only talk, but also fly...

However, it looked like an ostrich.

This fact is not surprising. Everyone sighs that Lu Qingming is really a dog-shit luck.

Lu Qingming's more beautiful debut, and Feng Lingwan, opposing each other.

Feng Lingwan looked at her coldly, and Lu Qingming was also looking at her.

Seeing Feng Lingwan's expression, she still wanted to use herself to attack.

Lu Qingming squinted her eyes, but this time she wouldn't let herself be at the end of existence.

"please!"

The corner of Feng Lingwan's mouth evoked a chuckle, just watching Lu Qingming like that.

Lu Qingming also had a faint expression, "Your cultivation base is not as high as mine. Come on first!"

Feng Lingwan raised her eyebrows and looked at Lu Qingming, she didn't seem to expect that she would say this suddenly.

At the moment, she drew out the sword. It was a sword with a purple halo. With her shaking, the sword would also be haloed with bursts of light.

Lu Qingming was still standing, with no stage fright at all.

The surrounding voices, big or small, were all buying big and small. Listening to those fine and small sounds, they seemed to say that she would definitely lose.

Actually, no one is to blame, after all, Feng Lingwan's cultivation base was so much lower than Lu Qingming's before she beat her.

Feng Ling was not affected by these noisy sounds on one side at all, the sword glowing with purple halo was also slightly raised, towards Lu Qingming's direction.

Lu Qingming stood quietly with both hands hanging down.