After marrying, I spoiled His Majesty the Holy Monarch

Chapter 391 Disparity in Strength
The order of appearance of the five players was assigned respectively, and after the five players had no objections, Nan Jiuli stopped talking and waited for the decision of the five members of Ling Yuan's team.

After a while, the five members of Ling Yuan's team responded: "We have one more requirement, and that is that the battlefield must be set above the sea."

As soon as these words came out, Nan Jiuli understood what the other party was up to. A sea battle is not a good place, but it is also more challenging.

"Okay, we agree, but you need to provide the Lingbao flying in the sky." Without much consideration, Nan Jiuli agreed for the other four.

She proposed one-on-one at the beginning to provide A Yu and Qing Mu with an opportunity to practice. If there is a challenge, more lessons will be learned from it, which is more conducive to the growth and improvement of the two.

Bei Xuanyu and Yuan Qingmu obviously understood Nan Jiuli's considerations, so they didn't raise any opinions during the whole process, and Ari naturally thought of everything they could think of for them.

Ling Yuan's team quickly agreed to Nan Jiuli's request, and directly took out a pair of spare flying spirit boots and threw them over.

Nan Jiuli glanced at this pair of spirit boots, which were the same as those worn by the five members of Ling Yuan's team, so she let Yuan Qingmu put them on first.

But, this is also the first time for Yuan Qingmu to wear this kind of stuff, so he has to get used to it.

Fortunately, his brain is not stupid. After wearing the volley and flying for a while, he changed from being crooked at the beginning to being able to use it flexibly.

"I can do it." Yuan Qingmu said full of fighting spirit.

"Yeah." Nan Jiuli nodded, and said, "No need to be brave, don't care about winning or losing, just do your best."

After all, she knew very well that if she was one or two levels behind, she might still have a chance of winning, but right now it wasn't just the difference of one or two levels.

"I understand." Yuan Qingmu also understood Jiuli's meaning very well, if he could win, he would not let himself lose, on the contrary, if he tried his best and lost, he would not be ashamed.

Without saying any more, he jumped in the air, and with a flash, he stood opposite the five members of Ling Yuanmen.

The five members of Ling Yuanmen sensed Yuan Qingmu's strength, probably at the third or fourth level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, but they couldn't be sure whether the other party had hidden strength, so they would not underestimate the enemy.

"You go." Ling Yuan's team leader said to one of them.

"Yes, brother." The young teammate has a baby face, which looks very harmless, but several of them all know that this face is just an appearance.

As for the real face of this junior brother, hehe, I will know later.

"Junior brother, come on." Several other people pretended to be encouraging, but they knew that the other party didn't need it.

The baby-faced young man smiled back with a face-saving smile, "Thank you for your good words."

After finishing speaking, he took a few steps forward and met Yuan Qingmu's gaze.

"Let me be your opponent in this game, I hope this fellow daoist won't let me down..."

Yuan Qingmu was taken aback when he heard the words. Although he didn't understand what this person meant with such a meaningful expression, he still didn't ask any more questions, and only nodded politely: "Please advise."

The baby-faced young man bent his eyebrows and smiled lightly, that smile was very evil, and it really didn't match that face.

"Then I'll be more polite."

Saying that, without giving Yuan Qingmu any room to react, he shot directly, with a move of spiritual consciousness, a knife in his hand, and swung towards the former.

The breathtaking hurricane pierced the air and came majesticly, Yuan Qingmu almost had the feeling that his entire body was being torn apart.

But he didn't back down, resisting the stabbing pain, his hands formed seals, and the densely packed chess pieces formed a chess wall, temporarily blocking the hurricane.

Of course, the baby-faced youth was not comparable to the opponents he met before. After a while, the chess wall was crumbling, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold on for long.

(End of this chapter)