Chapter 6460: That's how to pull the wind 11
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"Hey!"
The weapons of both sides are constantly fighting in the air.
Ye Qingli’s eyes are still as firm as before.
However, her movements began to slow down.
This battle, straight hit a column of time, only to win the game.
The man was swept down the stage by her leg.
However, Ye Qingli also spent a lot of effort.
She feels that the spiritual power in her body is similar to exhaustion.
The meridians of the whole body are beating in the sudden.
That is a symptom similar to after the force.
Ye Qingli that came down from the ground.
Standing on both feet, took a deep breath.
Take out two medicinal herbs quickly and stuff them into the mouth.
Sighing to the audience.
"Who else?"
The surrounding is silent.
Everyone can see it.
The physical strength of Ye Qingli has almost reached the end of the strong.
However, the murderousness in her eyes has become more and more firm.
Let no one can ignore it.
Even as long as she glances at her, she will tremble.
Ye Qingli is deeply inhaled.
The battle just took a long time.
The opponents behind are probably all as powerful as they are now.
However, she is not afraid.
She feels that her own potential is being spurred to the limit.
Only in this way can we force all our strengths!
Break through as soon as possible!
"Fighting!"
Next opponent, once again jumped to the ring!
"boom!"
Ye Qingli, this time, took half an hour to solve him.
The sky began to dim down gradually.
However, no one left the scene.
Including the major families.
Liu Lianghan said, "The palm lamp!"
Countless spar lights up.
The surroundings are bright and white.
Everyone, I am all looking at Ye Qingli.
This two years ago, it was still a monk who had just come from the lower bounds.
Now, she has become the focus of stirring the entire continent.
Ten forces, ten owners.
All eyes are on her body.
She seems to be natural and can be the focus of everyone's attention.
Eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five...
After Ye Qingli solved five opponents in a row.
On her forehead, the sweat of the beans began to roll down.
Everyone can see it.
She is exhausted.
The opponents in the audience also paid tribute to her.
Someone couldn't help but shouted out.
"Ye Shimei, you give up!"
"Yeah, you have become the second person in the history of the Ice Palace!"
"Eight-five-year winning streak, there may not be achievements in the future!"
The tradition of the Ice Palace is to worship the strong!
At this moment, Ye Qingli finally won his position in the hearts of these disciples!
Regardless of whether or not she has played with her, the person who was defeated by her.
At this moment, all are convinced.
However, it is under the eyes of everyone.
Ye Qingli slowly shook his head.
"Second, I am not interested."
"If you want to do it, then be the first!"
Not a ninety-seven-game winning streak!
She wants to smooth this gap!
To do it, do the one that is unique!
Standing on top of the peak!
High places are not cold?
Those who say this sentence, first stand up and say it!
"Come back!"
She clung to the sky and was very angry.
"Today, I don't get the achievements of a hundred-game winning streak, and I don't swear!"
"Ye Qingli! Ye Qingli!"
The disciples of all the Taiwanese are now surrounded.
They wave their arms.
Shouting the name of Ye Qingli, cheering constantly.
The three words of Ye Qingli have been rumored in the mouth of everyone.
