Chapter 1970

Zou Ping knows that her master Zhang Ling loves talents. It's a pity that she doesn't have such a good apprentice. Her heart is getting worse and worse. When she looks at the asters, her hatred is getting heavier and heavier.

Ci Nian also stared at Ziyuan. He couldn't help exclaiming: "what a genius blow! Wonderful, really wonderful! Among the Chinese practitioners we met today, Ziyuan is the strongest and deserves to be the first person in the Chinese spiritual world! What a pity, what a pity!"

He sighed at the idea of hitting the festival, but what he sighed was that such a strong opponent still wanted to lose in front of him. This sigh is full of the condescending arrogance and sympathy of the winner, as if the orange child had won the final victory.

Shenxiu also looked at the field in surprise. What he was surprised was not the fighting performance of Ziyuan, but the power shown by orange children.

God Xiu whispered, "master CI Nian, when can orange children summon the goddess to possess?"

A kind and proud smile: "Among the Witches of the orange family, orange child is the most gifted. I've always been optimistic that she can succeed as a goddess in the future. She has always had this potential, but she is very playful and unwilling to work hard. She doesn't have this awareness. But this time she wants to come to see the lotus gathering, I think it's a good opportunity, so I brought her, especially when she was going to play just now, I felt in my heart that I might be able to force out her potential and let the real God show up! Now it seems that my decision is indeed right. Ha ha, shenxiujun, thanks to your injury, I can force out the potential of the orange child! "

Shenxiu looked at CI Nian with admiration. He bowed and said: "it's really master CI Nian. He is worthy of being the most resourceful monk in rigono! It's my honor to contribute a little to miss orange child!"

At this time, the people outside the court were talking, and the asters on the court were launching a tidal attack on the orange children.

The crowd saw Ziyuan stabbing with a purple spear, but the flag in the orange child's hand stopped in front of him. It was like an invisible wall. The spear stabbed on the wall and immediately stirred a wave visible to the naked eye.

Ziyuan's determined move failed. The three dead behind her rushed over like bone maggots. Ziyuan was not discouraged. The magic weapon in her hand moved at her heart and turned into a shield in the blink of an eye, blocking the attack of the dead in three directions.

At the moment of blocking, Ziyuan controlled the magic weapon in his hand. With a strong shock, the ribbon pushed the three war souls away like a raging wave.

As soon as the asters were forced to open the three dead, the orange child slapped them at the asters. They were fierce and difficult to stop!

The magic weapon in Ziyuan's hand turned into a purple sword in the blink of an eye and stabbed away at the palm of the orange child.

Orange child saw that although the magic weapon of Ziyuan was made of silk, the sharp point of the sword was murderous and straight to the bone marrow! Although she was possessed by gods, she dared not resist with her flesh.

The orange child had no choice but to withdraw his palm and wave the flag in his hand.