Chapter 890

Seeing that it was the master of Sanskrit, Mingwu Yan sat down.

Other people see the boss to watch in person, also did not dare to make a sound, quietly watching the game field.

The leader of Sanskrit sound took a look at the competition venue, and then his eyes fell on his little apprentice, "Xueyan girl, who do you think will win this competition?"

Mingwu Yan saw his master ask like this, but he didn't think about it: "brother Fanhe must have won."

The master of Sanskrit sound smiles. This girl is really straight. Just like younger martial brother Tong, there is no reason to believe in a person.

I remember that before I was the leader, when I participated in the qualifying, many people started a gamble, and the bet was that my opponent elder martial brother won, but younger martial brother Tong didn't think about it, so he bought all his belongings and won

Thinking of the past, the master of fanyin sighed in his heart. Although brother Tong is not dead, he is also very painful. He can't save his younger martial brother Tong, but he hopes that his gifted apprentice can save him.

Believe, this wench in the mind also think like this!

However, in the moment when the headmaster was distracted, Fanhe had been injured by Songlin, and obviously fell behind.

Mingwu Yan is distressed. If this is not a contest, she really wants to help brother Fanhe.

"Girl, calm down. If you believe in him, believe with all your heart. Two years ago, the boy Fanhe was defeated by Song Lin's Tuoyin assassination. After two years, if he doesn't grow up, his future will be worrying! "

Master fanyin knows about Fanhe, because this boy is a disciple of him and younger martial brother Tong. Younger martial brother Tong often says that in the future, the fanyao sect will be handed over to Fanhe. Therefore, any training he arranges for Fanhe in fanyin sect is also a top priority.

In fact, his strength is not just ranked in the 11th place. It is also a kind of protection for him to stay in the 11th place all the time.

Seeing that master Sanskrit also said so, Ming Wuyan took a deep breath and continued to watch.

When she found out that song Linzhi had assassinated elder martial brother Fanhe and even used a spirit weapon to assist her, she was not calm.

"Master, is it OK to use a spirit weapon? Is this cheating? "

The leader of fanyin said calmly: "it's not clear that you didn't come to the first test. This year's qualifying competition of fanyin is allowed to use three spirit weapons, even the artifact, even the evil weapon."

Mingwu Yan was shocked. She didn't expect that the requirements of qualifying would be so relaxed. As long as she won, she could ignore the method.

Knowing what she was thinking, the leader of Sanskrit music said with a smile: "qualifying is just a simple ranking, but it's not. Qualifying is arranged according to the real hostile situation. Since it's the enemy, it's not polite to ask you to specify what he can and can't use. Because of this, the people of fanyin are far better than the other immortals in defending the enemy. "

Mingwu Yan understood that because the competitions of the fanyin sect were too real, maybe many people in the fanyin sect didn't believe each other subconsciously.

No wonder before she came to Fanmen, Fanhe said to himself, don't trust anyone in Fanmen.

At this time, the war between Fanhe and Songlin also entered a white hot state. Although Fanhe was injured, he recovered quickly because he was a member of the Sanskrit medicine sect. However, Songlin began to feel weak after the competition time was prolonged. His assassination power was restrained by Fanhe everywhere, and soon became decadent.

Finally, Song Lin was defeated by fan he!

Mingwu Yan clapped her hand excitedly. When she saw that other people didn't respond, she sat down and laughed quietly.

Fanhe looks at his younger martial sister with a smile. The girl of the whole fanyin sect most hopes to win.

"Master, how many places do you think I can make?" Ming Wuyan began to embarrass his Sanskrit master.

The leader of Sanskrit music stroked his beard with a smile, "it should be no problem to be on the list, the top few are definitely not you."

Ming Wu Yan is speechless, master is really sincere!

Fanhe sat over, looked at his younger martial sister, and seriously analyzed: "it's almost no need to compare. The first place must be mohin. The second place is hard to say. I can be in the top five."

Speaking of this, he stopped for a moment and said with a smile: "little younger martial sister, you can be ranked 11th."

Mingwu Yan also laughed, "elder martial brother, did you give me your position directly? If the master allows me, I'll be eleventh. "

Fanyin leader saw the two people talking and laughing, pretending to be angry: "this qualifying competition is not a joke, want to row eleven, you girl but to work hard."

"Yes, master! I will try my best Clear fog Yan serious nod assurance.

Seeing that the younger martial sister and the headmaster were so close, everyone around was envious. They all listened to their conversation.

About an hour later, it's mingwuyan's turn to play. After this match, if she can win again, she can enter the third round.

This time, the person who competed with her was a senior sister of the fanyin sect. The other side's misogyny was very powerful, but it didn't cause any danger to Mingwu Yan. Mingwu Yan won more easily than the last round.It is also because she won the easy, the next statistics of the third level of the war, someone deliberately arranged her opponent as a person on the list.

The leader of Sanskrit sound saw it, but he didn't say anything.

Xueyan girl is too outstanding, it's normal to be envied. If someone is deliberately embarrassed, she can still be on the list, so that people can be convinced.

Moreover, this girl should soon be able to break through the eight realms and experience in the holy land of Brahma. The time for her to stay in the holy land is getting closer and closer. He hopes that she will have more practical experience to cope with the difficulties she will encounter in the future.

The next day, Ming Wuyan arrived at the competition venue early in the morning. At this time, she found that the person she was fighting with today was actually No. 19 Mengdong in the ranking.

Mengdong is also very surprised to meet Xueyan's younger martial sister at this time. He is a little embarrassed and says: "younger martial sister, we've played today. No matter whether we win or lose, don't take it to heart, OK!"

Meng Dong is very fond of her younger martial sister with a special identity. In the third round, these people arranged the girl to fight against the people on the ranking list. They really don't want her to win!

Bright fog Yan very atmospheric way: "OK. Today is just a contest. I won't blame you even if elder martial brother 19 uses the assassination technique on me. "

"Cough..." Dream East uncomfortable light cough two, the fan on the hand patted his chest, this wench is really sincere.

"Let's go!" Ming Wu Yan gently smile, anyway, she is a newcomer, win is also very good, lose also won't have no face, so she is no burden.

Of course, Meng Dong won't let her. As soon as he took the hand, the fan on his hand turned into a sharp weapon and went straight to Ming Wu Yan's chest

That move is not generally fierce. People around hold their breath and think that Xueyan's younger martial sister is miserable this time. She meets Mengdong, who is the most serious person in the war.

Meng Dongyi, however, entered the state of fighting, which was completely different from usual. His air and breath were at the level of God of war. The contrast was very big, and Ming Wuyan also felt it.

She didn't have a stingy dream at all, so now she's fighting with all her heart.

Because Mengdong's attack is too fierce, the fan shadow all over the sky shakes people's eyes. Mingwuyan begins to transform his voiceless divine barrier into a divine musical instrument. The strings move, and a wonderful claustrophobic array is formed.

Mengdong's powerful breath was restrained in a moment, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

Has Xueyan even learned the piano claustrophobia array?

Not only Mengdong, but also the head of Sanskrit music had a flash of shock on his face.

I'm a little apprentice. I've learned the piano claustrophobic array very well.

He explored the power of the Qin Yin claustrophobic array and found that it was not inferior to the original one, which made him smile with satisfaction.

When Mengdong finds that he can't do anything with this claustrophobic array, he just gives up his arms.

"Younger martial sister Xueyan, I lost so fast. I'm so broken." Meng Dong really looks like he wants to cry.

Mingwu Yan said with a smile: "elder martial brother 19, when you collapse, I'm in a good mood. If you cry out, I'll invite you to dinner at night."

Dream East a joy, "you this wench heart still quite bad.". Forget it, I'll treat you to dinner when you are on the list! " Mengdong sees that Xueyan's younger martial sister withdraws the Qin Yin claustrophobic array and immediately stands aside.

This time, those who underestimate Ming Wu Yan's face, all of a sudden, they are afraid to go against her.

Because Qin Yin's claustrophobic array is no better than spirit power collision or Sanskrit's assassination. Once the array is formed, it's just like being wrongly imprisoned in immortal array. No matter how high the spirit power is, it doesn't have much effect.

In fact, mingwuyan understands this, but she doesn't want to use these extreme arrays unless it's a special case. Moreover, it takes a little time for the array to be completed. If there is an accident in this time, it's also very dangerous.

Ming Wu Yan has a little rest. Just as she is thinking about who she will fight with next time, Mo Xin comes out of the crowd.

"Younger martial sister, your next opponent is me!"

Mo Xin's words made everyone look silly

A person who is not on the list actually wants to fight elder martial brother Shangmo Xin. Now, younger martial sister Xueyan has no chance of winning.

Ming Wu Yan is also a bitter face. Do you want to do this! She has to win one more game before she can enter the fourth round. If she wins the fourth round, she will be qualified to be on the list.

Just as she laments in her heart, Xue Yihan and yexuan suddenly appear behind the crowd, and they naturally get out of the way

Snow easy cold went to chaos baby's side directly, rubbed the small face that wants to cry without tears lightly, said with a smile: "don't you want to be the first?"

The clear fog Yan stares at him one eye, "Mo Xin elder martial brother where is so good to win."