The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Ao Moli waved his hand abruptly, instantly stopping the voices of the two subordinates. book>

"If you lose, you lose! Why do you need to say more!"

After finishing speaking, Ao Moli adjusted his clothes, walked up to the arena, and approached Qingkuang, gave a light salute, and put on the gentle look of a scholar again on his face.

"Miss Feng is indeed a prodigy in this world. She has the sound of the piano and ancient martial arts, and is unparalleled in the world. I am proud of being defeated by Your Excellency. I am convinced! Congratulations!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked down the stage. [

Qing Kuang gave him a cold look, but didn't return him.

Under the stage, Nangong Jinsheng tightly held the hilt of the long sword in his hands, and finally let go, letting out a long breath.

When he glanced at Ao Junxie, but seeing his retreating figure towards Ao Moli, he snorted lightly. It seemed that he was already prepared for such a result.

The dignified Prince of Fengyun Kingdom will never expose his family's behavior of violating the rules of the academy at this juncture. This is exactly the behavior that Ao Junxie can only do after he knows Ao Moli's character like the palm of his hand.

"In the second round, in the first group, Feng Qing wins wildly!"

Mu Liufeng finally raised the command flag in his hand and shouted loudly.

Under the stage, there was a noisy commotion.

For the last blow just now, only a master with considerable strength can see the way. All the disciples in the audience were all shocked by Feng Qingkuang's defeat of Prince Fengyun.

Some expressed doubts, some expressed admiration, and the more obedient ones were admiration.

Because after the second round, apart from the princes and nobles of several big countries, the only ones who can still stand on the stage are the most extreme direct disciples of those famous families.

And Feng Qingkuang, this unattractive woman with such ordinary strength, broke into the final round unexpectedly, which made the ordinary disciples who are also grassroots feel extremely excited and admired.

"I've already said it, Qingkuang will be fine!"

Dongfang Mu patted Duanmuxiu's shoulder next to him, and smiled lightly.

Duanmuxiu had just recovered from the great tension, and his palms were covered with sweat.

"Principal, there is only the last round left now, look..."

Mu Liufeng brought the list of students who passed the second round of competition to Suo Wenming, and asked carefully.

The previous two rounds of competition had already shocked the respected old headmaster, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

Suo Wenming's shining old eyes did not look at the list, but stared directly at the ring.

"The last round, the first group, Feng Qingkuang vs Ao Junxie."

Suo Wenming uttered these words calmly, as if Fengyun Prince Ao Moli had already made his decision at the moment when he was defeated.

This decision shocked everyone present again.

Even the lunatic in red who had never known fear was obviously taken aback at this moment.

"Old Suo, what do you mean?"

Ao Junxie strode up to Suo Wenming, pointed at the principal, and asked coldly.

Suo Wenming didn't even look at him, but said coldly:

"Ao Junxie, I don't need to explain why to you! This is the rule of Slanta Imperial Academy.

In the final round of the selection competition, the principal personally decides the contestants from both sides! "

Ao Junxie glanced at Mu Liufeng quickly, and Mu Liufeng's eyes lowered.This is to tell him that the rules are true.