Chapter 246 Pilgrimage or Smashing the Field? 4 (Eleventh Update, Please Subscribe!)

"It's really interesting that a second-level small power actually has a saint!"

"This little girl from the Thorn faction probably won't even be able to do three tricks."

"The Mu Wanwan from the Flame Palace seems to be a master of the seventh level of warriors. Even with one hand, she can probably defeat her within one or two strokes!"

"According to the Holy Maiden, I want to teach the little girl of the Thorn Sect a lesson!"

A crowd of people around stared at the field, talking one after another.

The elders and deacons of the Thorn Sect were all nervous. Even though they knew that Xiao Yu had a terrifying innate body, they were still very worried about a disciple from the Flame Palace.

After all, Xiaoyu's training time is too short, and she has no fighting experience.

However, Elder Fan and Sect Master Tang at the side breathed a sigh of relief.

"hehe!"

Under the cauldron, Elder Liu smiled faintly, looking at his apprentice with satisfaction.

"Let you make the move first, little girl!"

Mu Wanwan looked at Xiao Yu with disdain on her face, with one hand behind her back and the other holding the software, she picked at her!

"good!"

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, tightly holding the long sword in her hand.

This is her first time fighting with people, and also her first actual combat.

She closed her eyes, recalling in her mind the sword skills taught to her by her master and Master Tang.

"Pfft, what is this little girl doing? Couldn't she be too nervous!"

"Haha, this saint from the Thorn faction is so interesting that she closed her eyes nervously!"

"Even such a little girl can be made a saint, it seems that the Thorn Sect should really be disbanded!"

Seeing Xiaoyu's appearance, the people around burst into laughter.

This little girl of the Thorn School Saintess is really interesting!

"I'm going to attack!"

Xiaoyu opened her eyes, staring at Mu Wanwan coldly!

"Hehe, little girl!"

Mu Wanwan shook her head disdainfully.

However, at this very moment, Xiao Yu directly attacked with a long sword in her hand.

The sharp sword is sharp, and the attack is like the wind.

Speed, strength, Xiao Yu fully adjusted to her peak state.

This sword almost reached the peak of the warrior's eighth-level attack power.

"Um?"

At the moment of Xiao Yu's attack, Mu Wanwan looked at the swift long sword, and felt a piercing sense of crisis. Her face changed drastically, and she quickly resisted!

"ah!"

A horrified scream spread throughout the venue, and Mu Wanwan looked at the long sword across her abdomen with horror on her face.

There, a sharp sword mark cut her clothes, and blood spilled out.

If Xiaoyu hadn't deflected the long sword in the end, this sword could kill Mu Wanwan directly!

Shock!

Everyone looked at this scene on the stage in shock, with incredible expressions on their faces.

They stared blankly at Xiao Yu's long sword and wounded the disciple of the Flame Palace.

With just one strike, Mu Wanwan, the seventh-level warrior of the Flame Palace, was instantly killed.

"Such a fast sword, such a strong sword!"

"This speed, this strength, at least level eight warrior!"

"Oh my god, it's unbelievable that this saint from the Thorn Sect is an eighth-level martial artist!"

"Insta-kill with one move, this girl is so strong, so strong!"

"At least the eighth level of warrior, a boy under the age of twenty actually possesses the strength of eighth level of warrior, this talent is really terrifying!"

"Warrior level eight, isn't it possible to reach the innate realm in the future, no wonder the Thorn Sect canonize her as a saint, the talent is too terrifying!"

"The talent is terrifying, even the saint son and daughter of the Flame Palace don't have such talent!"

In an instant, everyone around was boiling, and they looked at Xiaoyu who killed the disciple of the Flame Palace in an instant in disbelief.

Just now, they were ridiculed and disdainful, but in an instant, they were instantly killed.

The talent is terrifying!

"How can it be?"

Even the disciples of the Flame Palace looked at Xiaoyu in shock.

The strength of the eighth-level warrior has already far surpassed many disciples of the Flame Palace. What shocked them even more was her talent!

The faint smile on Saintess Luan Fanghua's face slowly faded, and she looked at Xiaoyu in shock, her eyes flickering.

Under the cauldron, the four elders of the Flame Palace looked at this scene with astonishment on their faces, and fixed their eyes on Xiao Yu.

A saintess of a second-level sect, a little girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, actually possesses the strength of an eighth-level warrior.

This talent is comparable to the saint son and daughter of their holy gate.

"Did I win?"

Xiaoyu looked at Mu Wanwan who was full of horror, and said calmly, and her voice spread throughout the field.

Everyone gasped and stopped talking.

At this moment, a needle can be heard.

"Okay, what a saint of the Thorn faction, what a Tang Linglong!"

Elder Liu sat under the cauldron, his face was gloomy, and he muttered in a low voice.

"Elder Liu, just a little girl with good talent. Before she grows up, a little girl is still a little girl!"

When an old man on the side heard Elder Liu's words, his face was full of indifference.

He stood up slowly, looked at Xiaoyu, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, the girl's talent is really extraordinary, she has reached the eighth level of warrior at a young age!"

"Um?"

"What's the situation, the elder of the Flame Palace personally praised it!"

"Could this elder have developed a love for talents?"

The people around saw an elder from the Flame Palace standing up, with surprise on his face and looked suspiciously.

"Wang Yu, right? Very good."

The old man continued to praise: "It's a pity for such a proud girl to stay in the Thorn faction, but after all, you are also a saint of the Thorn faction, so let me make the decision today."

"Due to the extraordinary talent of the saintess of the Thorns faction, we have a disciple who is a descendant of a hero in our Thorns faction. I decide that this saintess of the Thorns faction will marry into our Flame Palace, a descendant of the hero Deacon Peng!"

The old man stood beside the cauldron and announced directly.

"What? Is the Flame Palace planning to marry the Thorn faction?"

"Marrying a descendant of the hero of the Flame Palace, the Thorn Sect won't be a blessing in disguise and join the Holy Gate Flame Palace!"

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, followed by discussions, a little envious of the Thorns faction's blessing in disguise.

However, the elder's words made the disciples of the Thorn Sect slightly taken aback.

"Marry a descendant of Deacon Peng, isn't Deacon Peng's descendant Peng Fengyun, that ugly fool with a bad brain!"

"Betroth the saint of the Thorns faction to a fool like Peng Fengyun, this fool is truly blessed!"

"Tsk tsk, this thorn sect saint is quite beautiful, and that ugly and stupid idiot is so lucky!"

The Thorn Sect disciple was slightly taken aback, and then said in a low voice.

Although their voices were low, they were all warriors around and could hear them all.

When they heard the discussion of the disciples of the Flame Palace, they were stunned.

It is a blatant insult to betroth the saint of the Thorns sect to an ugly and stupid disciple of the Flame Palace!

There is nothing more insulting than this!

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Since 7:00 p.m. yesterday, I slept for two hours in the middle, and wrote eleven chapters all night without sleep. Now I am very sleepy!

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