Chapter 1808

Qiang Wenting and Qiang Wenyi are surprised to see this place.

Mr. Ling, as expected, has never missed, Luo Xiaoman is really giving them a surprise all the time!

How can a person who can practice Hunyuan Qigong become weak?

For them, Hunyuan Qigong is rubbish, but for Luo Xiaoman, it is the top level skill, even more powerful than the so-called Tian level skill.

This can be seen from Luo Xiaoman's rapid improvement along the way.

"Well, next, I have to go on." Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and looked at the Qiang people's culture and martial arts in a playful way.

"Well?"

Qiang Wenwu was a little stunned and didn't seem to respond.

Then, Luo Xiaoman's eyes sank, and the strength of his body swarmed out, all into the dragon column.

Buzz!

There was so much buzz that everyone's ears were humming.

"Roar!"

With the bursts of dragon chants, the rising dragon column is shining with purple light, and purple dragons fly out and join the first one, winding and circling in mid air.

"Nine, Jiulong Feitian?" The crowd glared as if they were going to pop their eyes out. "She did it!"

At this moment, the crowd closed their mouths.

They feel their face burning pain, but Luo Xiaoman with the facts, mercilessly hit the face!

"How can it be?" With a whimper of Qiang Ting, he stood up and looked at Jiulong Feitian with a look of astonishment. "Does Xiaoman really have my Qiang blood?"

"Father, is this possible?" Qiang Wenyi frowned tightly and said solemnly, "she's surnamed Luo!"

Qiang Ting shakes his head. He can't understand the reason. But the only thing for sure is that Luo Xiaoman can fly to the sky in Jiulong. His blood must be flowing in his body.

"Wenyi, please check it now." He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I want to know the origin of the Luo family."

"Yes Qiang Wenyi nodded and left immediately.

The Qiang Wenting looks at the back of the Qiang culture, and her eyebrows are dignified. Their Qiang family, like the Xuanyuan family, is a family handed down from ancient times. It is impossible for such an unknown ethnic group to appear.

"Xiao Kun, do you look good?" Luo Xiaoman turns around and smiles sweetly at Kunlun.

Kunlun nodded, and his stiff lips rose slightly. "Good looking."

In his heart, no matter what Luo Xiaoman does, he is the most beautiful. Even if he yawns and stretches, he is also beautiful.

"All right." After Luo Xiaoman took it back, he looked at Qiang Wenwu indifferently. "You lost the first round of competition."

Qiang Wenwu came back to her senses and looked at her with a complicated look.

He did lose, and he lost miserably!

He not only lost the people, but also lost the honor of the Qiang family!

It's a shame that the secret handed down skill of Qiang is not as good as that of Hunyuan Yiqi.

However, the facts were in front of him and he could not refute it.

"In the first round, you won." "However, there is still a second round and a third round."

"As a commander-in-chief, we must develop in an all-round way!"

"Come on, what's the second round?" Luo Xiaoman waved his hand and said: "I'm a new comer. I haven't visited the imperial city yet, so hurry up."

The pupil of Qiang Wenwu shrank, clenched his fist tightly, and tried to hold back his anger.

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