Chapter 1807

No matter how many people deny Luo Xiaoman, Kunlun's look at her eyes is so firm, no doubt.

If you look at it carefully, there is a trace of expectation in his eyes, just like looking forward to the appearance of the flying scene in Kowloon.

"Luo Xiaoman, I found that your strength is not very good, but this mouth is very good at bullshit." Qiang Wenwu's disdainful eyes slanted over and stared at her coldly, with a trace of irony in her tone. "I have been able to do it since the ancient Qiang ancestor."

"Is it?" Luo Xiaoman tilted his head. This cute and witty action was learned from Kunlun. One of them was cute and the other was cute. He played the crooked head to perfection. "I'll tell you now, there's a second one."

Qiang Wenwu was slightly stunned, and looked at Luo Xiaoman in astonishment.

He thought Luo Xiaoman would only use his mouth to frighten people, but he made a murmur in his heart when he said this with such certainty.

Can she really?

No, it can't be!

The Qiang men and women frown tightly and have a dark heart. It is only their Qiang blood that can make the dragon pillar appear in the sky.

Luo Xiaoman raised his step, crossed the Qiang culture and martial arts, and went to the Shenglong pillar.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and watched her every move.

Next, there will be a large-scale face fight.

Either hit Luo Xiaoman in the face, or hit them in the face.

Luo Xiaoman slightly raised his eyes, looked at the towering dragon column, then raised his hand and gently held it.

All of a sudden, she used the Hunyuan Qigong method, and mobilized all the forces in her body, all of which were added to the ascending dragon pillar.

Buzz!

There is a purple light on the rising dragon pillar!

This purple awn rises from the sky and turns into a dragon in the shape of a dragon. It roars and hovers in a rage, which is more powerful than that of the Qiang people.

"This, this is the purple dragon?"

"No? Red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, which is the order of skill levels. Just now the eldest prince's is Qinglong, and now is Zilong. Isn't it said that Luo Xiaoman's skill is higher than the eldest prince's? "

"Are you kidding me?! That's Hunyuan Qigong method. It's a rotten street. It's something people use to cushion the feet of the table. "

The crowd looked at the scene in disbelief, even wiping their eyes repeatedly, thinking they had hallucinations.

However, no matter how they wipe, the purple awn in front of them is still so dazzling and bright.

"No way!" Qiang Wenwu gaped at the purple dragon winding in the air. The whole person was not good. "You must be lying! What you practice is not the Hunyuan Qigong method at all. "

"I'm sorry, what I practiced is Hunyuan Qigong!" Luo Xiaoman squinted at the Qiang culture and martial arts and said faintly, "but I should be the only one who can practice Hunyuan Qigong."

The only one who can practice Hunyuan Qigong?!

The Qiang people are shocked!

An absurd idea leaped into his mind.

Is this Hunyuan Qigong method tailored for Luo Xiaoman?

Although this idea is absurd, it is only in this way that it can explain why no one can practice Hunyuan Qigong since ancient times.

"Hahaha, Xiaoman really has something." Seeing that Luo Xiaoman's performance was amazing, Qiang Ting couldn't help laughing happily. He didn't care that his eldest son would lose to Luo Xiaoman. He even thought that Luo Xiaoman's victory over Qiang Wenwu was the result he wanted.

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