"You're right. No one knows who can laugh until the last moment. I think the younger martial sister is full of confidence. I hope that Sui Bo won't capsize in the ditch."

Yang Zhi said with a light smile.

"What the elder martial brother said is that since the younger martial sister is in high spirits, it's better to have a good time with her and let her know that her heart is dangerous. Ha ha

Ye Xuanji takes a look at Yang Zhi and says that Zeng Guang's eyes are still like a mountain. There is no threat at all. Why worry?

"Little martial uncle, I've offended you!"

At this time, Sui Bo step out, two people's eyes intertwined, full of fighting spirit.

Ling Yiran is full of joy. She is determined to win the war.

Who is sui Bo?

Ten years ago, among the three generations of Kunlun Mountain disciples, he had already occupied an absolute position. Now, he is even more experienced in war. Who dares to underestimate Sui Bo?

Among the three generations of disciples, only Xuanyuan can compete with Wang Dingshan and Ouyang Zhenyun. Sui Bo has long been full of confidence.

Everyone saw the battle as a friendly one.

However, Ling Yiran didn't feel that way. He made a quick move, which made everyone's face change.

What a terrible way!

Eight pulse master!

Ling Yiran even broke through the eight pulse master?

Some people exclaim, but the facts speak louder than words. Ling Yiran's strong hand, even Sui Bo's eyes are moving, and she doesn't dare to be as calm and confident as before. But even so, she just broke through, and there is no comparison with herself.

Sui Bo is confident that he doesn't need 20 moves to kill his martial uncle.

But Ling Yiran's strength is still very strong after all. It's a slap to everyone. The two of them are intertwined with each other. They have no words. Their strength matches perfectly. This kind of battle is quite wonderful. From the initial underestimate, it has attracted everyone's attention. Even many of Ling Yiran's elder martial brothers have begun to pay attention to it.

When did the younger martial sister become so strong?

Although there are not many eight pulse masters, there are still some in Kunlun, and none of them can really break through the eight pulse masters, especially Sui Bo, who has been immersed in it for many years.

But no one thought that in the face of Ling Yiran, he was dumbfounded.

The fierce battle between them was so fierce that all the elder martial brothers were stunned.

"This younger martial sister's strength is really advancing by leaps and bounds. We underestimated her before."

Ye Xuanji frowned.

"You can't judge your appearance. The younger martial sister's talent is not bad, and now she has made a breakthrough. What do you think is the difference of the granddaughter of the martial uncle?"

Yang Zhi said with a smile.

"Sui Bo, if you don't do it, when will you wait?"

Zeng Guang's face sank. If you continue to play like this, don't be pecked by the eagle.

What worries me most now is Zeng Guang. If this quota is taken away, what is his face?

If Sui Bo loses, he will lose not only himself, but also Zeng Guang's face.

There were even more cheers in the crowd.

"Who says women are inferior to men? Good job, little martial uncle! Come on

"That's right. You were suspicious of my martial uncle before, but now you are beaten in the face? Ha ha ha

"Well, I didn't say that before, but I'm very optimistic about little martial uncle."

"It's not sure who will win or lose. Hum, I don't think my younger martial uncle can beat my elder martial brother Sui."

The sound of discussion is endless.

At this moment, Sui Bo is also suffering. His master's words are constantly echoing in his ears. Why doesn't he want to cut the mess quickly?

But little martial uncle's strength is more and more fierce. He has no way to do anything at all. Now he is more and more passive, and his heart is full of depression. Won't he really lose to little martial uncle?