Chapter 341 (2/2)

Mu Qinglan looked down and a number slowly appeared on the jade plate.

”Scene 6, 78!”

For the sixth session, it may take some time

”I was the first time?”

Nanxun looked at the jade card in his hand and didn't dare to believe it. He rubbed his eyes and was immediately happy:

”Great! I can go back to bed early today! ”

The sound was so loud that many people around looked at it.

Mu Qinglan felt a little ashamed and just wanted to pretend she didn't know him.

Someone nearby mocked:

”Yes, if you lose the game early, you can naturally go back to sleep!”

Nanxun smiled angrily, turned his head and saw that the person in front of him seemed familiar, but the other party's look was not very friendly.

He immediately thought of something and looked at the jade card in the man's hand.

”The first time, the tenth!”

It's his opponent in this game!

No wonder

Nanxun showed a big smile: ”don't worry, generally I win faster.”

The man's face was cold: ”I don't know how to live or die!”

Mu Qinglan couldn't help laughing:

”I don't know who doesn't know. I only know that at the beginning of a spirit realm, it can't beat the peak of the spirit realm.”

”Who are you!? What nonsense? ”

Mu Qinglan turned around lazily and looked at Zhong Yirong with pity. His eyes widened and his face turned red.

”You'll know who I am sooner or later. As for what I'm saying... I'm kind enough to remind you. Here, the one you are about to fight against is the peak of the spirit realm. ”

Looking at Zhong Yirong's face from red to iron blue, and then some white, mu Qinglan patted Nanxun's arm.

”Don't take it lightly. You know, this is the eldest son of the imperial capital Zhong family.”

Nanxun immediately cooperated and said, ”that's right. OK, I'll be a little lighter later to ensure that young master Zhong loses comfortably!”

”You! You! ”

Zhong Yirong's chest is like a flame burning. He wants to rush up and tear them apart!

However, mu Qinglan was too lazy to pay attention, and walked down the stage with a light pace.

Zhong Yirong wanted to get angry, but when he thought that the man in front of him was the peak of the spirit realm, his momentum was short.

This man looks like a baby face, but at the age of 16 or 17, how has he reached the peak of the spirit realm?

Even Xiao Beitang is the peak of the spirit realm!

For a time, he couldn't figure out whether this was true or false. If it was false, it would be better to say it. If it was true

”Master Zhong, why don't I give you a move first?”

Zhong Yirong was so angry that he scolded: ”you fart! Where can I use you to let me? ”

”Well...” Nanxun nodded clearly and immediately followed the good advice, ”in that case, I won't let it.”

”What?”

Zhong Yirong hasn't responded yet. Nanxun has taken the lead!

…

Mu Qinglan picked her eyebrows and looked at the stage. Zhong Yirong fell into passivity from the beginning. There was too much grade difference between him and Nanxun. He was completely playing the game of cat and mouse.

Nanxun left a scar on him every time, not deep but not shallow, and then retreated quickly. Zhong Yirong couldn't catch up with him at all. After being tired, Nanxun came forward and left some traces, which made Zhong Yirong tired.

The people of the Zhong family also noticed the situation here and didn't look very good immediately.

There are not many young people in the Zhong family who can hold hands. Zhong Yirong is one of the best. He is valuable and represents the Zhong family.

Now being so teased, isn't it slapping the Zhong family in the face?!

”What's going on?!”

A charming voice came from a distance. Mu Qinglan raised her eyebrows slightly. Sure enough, she saw Zhong Yinger rushing over with anger on her face.

Zhong Yirong is her own brother. Naturally, she can't stand this scene.

”Who is that!? Do you want to die? ”

She pointed to Nanxun as if she wanted to rush up immediately.

Mu Qinglan said lazily:

”That's your brother's opponent. He's not looking for death, he's just playing.”

Zhong Yinger suddenly turned back, frowned and looked at mu Qinglan, with a look of contempt in her eyes.

”What are you? You deserve to talk to me? ”

Mu Qinglan rubbed his chin:

It seems that the lessons given before are not enough