The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

After the momentum broke out completely, You Wanui said to Murong Jinghong: "You can make a sword."

Murong Jinghong shook his head: "To deal with you, you don't need a sword."

She did not choose to use the Jinghong Sword. This is the big ratio in the Academy. It is not a life-and-death struggle, and the Jinghong sword is too sharp. Once the control is not good, it will hurt.

Second, her heart is proud. Since the other side is bare-handed, she does not want to take advantage of the weapons.

You Wanui’s heart is overjoyed. In fact, he just used a radical method. The cultivation foundation of the two people is the same. If Murong Jinghong uses Jinghongjian, he will certainly suffer.

"Ice God Boxing!"

Murong Jinghong was boxing out, and the air on the entire platform seemed to have dropped by a few dozen degrees. The students watching near the ring could feel the cold wind.

For a time, a thin layer of ice was formed on the ground, and the strong force swept the snow, and suddenly swept away to the Youwan blade. This is the formidable power of the master.

"Flame fist!"

Youwan shouting loudly, also a boxing out, the hot boxing wind brought a path of flame, and the cold ice spurt by Murong Jinghong smashed together, a white cloud of clouds, shrouded the whole ring.

Hail and Boxing are the common skills of the Black Tortoise Academy professor, but the two are made out of formidable power.

After two strong collisions, a squeaking noise was heard, and then the gust of wind that swept the wind blew away the fog, allowing everyone to see the scene on the ring again.

Murong Jinghong and You Wanbla are in the original position, and the two seem to be equally divided. Whoever is tall and who is low is only clear about themselves.

Yu Wanui’s look is more and more serious, and he is in a downturn just in the fight.

This retreat for a month, with his own efforts to break through the bottleneck of the Great Perfection, reached the beginning of the fit.

However, his breakthrough method is still weaker than Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong is taking Longlidan, which has a very strong spiritual power. At the same time, it is cultivated in the 7th-Layer of the Futuo Tower. Spiritual Qi is much richer than the outside.

So in this case, it is also just the beginning of the breakthrough, Murong Jinghong's cultivation base is much deeper than him.

Then the two men fought together again. This is the closest match and the highest cultivation base, so it looks so wonderful and makes the onlookers hooked.

In the surroundings, cheering and shouting is higher than a wave.

After so many years, the North Court has lost five games in succession. Today, the students in the North Academy finally saw the hope of winning, so they were soaring and shouting world-shaking.

At the beginning, the two people were in a situation of equal potential, but as time went by, the advantages on the cultivation base of Murong became more and more obvious, and gradually gained the upper hand.

After fighting for more than an hour, Murong Jinghong seized an opportunity and slammed into the chest of Wan Wan.

The punching power of the fit period was too alarming, and the Yuwan blade suddenly seemed to be a bullet that was fired, and quickly flew outside the ring.

Fortunately, in this game, Murong Jinghong did not use all his strength. This fist only put him down, but otherwise he would be seriously injured.

You Wanjian climbed up from the ground, looked at the Murong Jinghong in the stands, and looked at Qin Haodong next to him. His eyes were unwilling.

This defeat means that he has lost the title of this king and lost the opportunity to defeat Qin Haodong.

But there is no way, strength is strength, Murong Jinghong's strength is higher than him.

"Winning, Jinghong Fairy has finally won! Our North Court has finally won!"

"Long live the Fairy Fairy, the North Court will win!"

"What's great, isn't it a win? Our most powerful Tu Siu-jui Senior Sister hasn't played yet..."

Below the ring, the students of the North and South Academy are screaming, neither giving way to the other.

On the ring, Hai Zhengming announced that Murong Jinghong won the game, followed by the last student of the South Academy, Tu Jiaojiao.

Tu Jiaojiao wore a set of red robes, which looked more and more hot.

If Murong Jinghong is the stunned fairy of the North Campus, she is the Goddess of the South, the idol of countless men.

So when she stepped into the ring, the South Campus students suddenly boiled up and cheered for their Goddess.

On the top of the ring, after the two people met, they looked at each other and laughed, without the expected anger.

Murong Jinghong said: "Jiao Jiaojie, we have never touched before, let's talk about it today."

Tu Jiaojiao said: "This kind of game without any suspense, playing and not playing really does not make sense."

The students in the audience heard this and thought that this was the pride of Tu Jiaojiao. They thought that they would defeat Murong Jinghong. In fact, the real meaning is only two talents on the stage.

Murong Jinghong said: "The result is not important, the important thing is the process, we still have to learn from it."

Tu Jiaojiao gestured and said: "That's good, let's do it!"

"Jiao Jiaojie, be careful!"

Murong Jinghong screamed, then bent into a sword and stabbed the face of Tu Jiaojiao.

She used the finger as a sword to display the swordsmanship.

Although I did not use the Jinghong sword, but after the finger is out, it is still the sword qi vertical and horizontal, cold and pressing.

Tu Jiaojiao's flaming silhouette flashed lightly, letting this sword qi, and then pointing to the sword, stabbing the soft underbelly of Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong raised his hand and pointed it out. The two people's sword qi paired together and the world-shaking burst sounded.

This is a more exciting game. The first two beautiful women are extremely eye-catching, plus the cultivation base of two people's fit period, like a butterfly-like movement technique.

The shallow cloud said to Qin Haodong: "Who do you think Jiaojiao and Murong elder sister will win?"

Qin Haodong said: "It should be Tu Jiaojiao. The cultivation base of the two people is not too much, but Tu Jiaojiao has a deeper understanding of martial arts."

Above the stands, Ouyang Wei said: "old fogey, you have to lose again this time!"

Luo Dongqing shook his head with a smile: "We can't lose, although Murong Jinghong is a little bit worse than Tu Jiaojiao, but we still have granddaughters who are not playing."

Ouyang Yu said: "Is he even more powerful than Murong Jinghong?"

She worked twice on Qin Haodong and knew Qin Haodong's cultivation base. Only the realm of the Perfect Perfection was impossible. It is impossible to be the opponent of the fit period.

Luo Dongqing said: "The kid can't guess according to common sense. You will know when you wait."

The two women on the platform came to me, and they had hit more than 200 strokes. Suddenly the silhouette on the stage was frozen and both of them stopped.

At this moment, Murong Jinghong and Tu Jiaojiao are like two still statues. The two fingers of Murong Jinghong point to the throat of Tu Jiaojiao, about a foot away.

At the same time, Tu Jiaojiao's two fingers poked to the heart of Murong Jinghong, less than an inch away.

This distance represents the strength gap. If this is a life-and-death struggle, Tu Jiaojiao can take the first step to kill Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong retracted the pointed finger and said: "I lost!"

Tu Jiaojiao is only lightly smiled and did not say anything.

Seeing the scene on the stage, the students watching the audience suddenly boiled up. The students in the South Campus cheered, while the people in the North Court were downcast and disappointed.

Murong Jinghong has lost, can they say that they have to lose the sixth time in succession?

As Hai Zhengming announced that Tu Jiaojiao won the game, some of the eyes of the venue gathered in the only one after another in the North Campus - Qin Haodong.

Hai Zhengming said: "Please ask the last student of the North Court to play, and decide who is the king of today."

Qin Haodong stood up and walked step by step toward the platform. There was no tension before the big game, but a faint smile.

"This is not the newcomer to our Academy this year. He is at most the cultivation base of the refining environment. How could it be the opponent of Tu Jiaojiao? It seems that our North Campus is finished this year!"

"This is also possible, you did not find that he is Captain of the North Campus, according to reason, the strength should be higher than Murong Fairy."

"This is absolutely impossible! He is a first-year student. How can he be more powerful than Murong Fairy? I heard that he has a good relationship with the little witch Luo Hongying. It must have dragged down the relationship between Dean and Captain. ”

Song Junyu looked at the man on the stage. At this moment, she discovered that this person could not see through it. It was like a mystery.

Could it be that he is really hidden? Is there really a cultivation base that can go beyond the fit?

The same is true of Wang Zhiliang next to him. He was very unconvinced when he chose Qin Haodong as Captain.

However, the game has been carried out until now, even Murong Jinghong has lost, all the expectations of the North Academy fell to this man, I do not know if he will let everyone down!

Seeing Qin Haodong's calm smile, the South Court is also nervous.

"Who is this person? Even if it is later than Murong Jinghong, is it that his strength is higher? Is it the card hidden in the North Campus?"

"The shit card, I see that there is no one available in the North Campus. This is why he used it to make up the number. In fact, it is to admit defeat. He didn't see the way he laughed. It seems that there is no intention to do it at all."

“Tao Jiaojiao Senior Sister is a master of the fit period. It doesn’t take three tricks to clean up this guy.”

You Wanjian stood next to him and looked at Qin Haodong on the stage. He was full of hatred. Unfortunately, he did not have the opportunity to avenge his brother at the moment. He even had no chance to stand on the stage together.

In the stands, Luo Dongqing said with a smug look: "The granddaughter smashed his hand, and this year's king must belong to our North Court!"

Ouyang Yu said: "You are so confident in him?"

Luo Dongqing’s weird smile: “Wait a minute, you know the result!”

Qin Haodong ignored the arguments around him and went to the middle of the ring to lightly smiled on Tu Jiaojiao: "Senior Sister, we met again so soon!"

Tu Jiaojiao smiled and said: "I really don't want to see you. If you don't have you, today's king belongs to me."

Qin Haodong said: "Isn't that better than that? Perhaps the ultimate victory is you!"

"Oh, don't yell at me, I don't want to be abused, remember to ask me to eat!" Tu Jiaojiao said, loudly said to Hai Zhengming, "I admit defeat!"