Chapter 372
There was an inexplicable disappointment in Yin Mang's voice.

Dongfang Jiu's sword skills, his combat value is lower than Yin Mang imagined.

It wasn't even a fight at all.

During the whole process, it might as well be said that Yin Mang was pointing Dongfang Jiu.

Yin Mang lazily stood up straight, raising his brows with a half-smile.

Softly said: "Your talent is not weak."

"The foundation is also solid."

"But there is one thing you'd better remember."

"The thing most geniuses love to do is to be clever and be mistaken by cleverness."

Dongfang Nine froze in place.

Countless fragments of the battle just now flashed through my mind.

After a while, he murmured: "...It turns out that the reason why I have been stuck in the bottleneck is that I am too aggressive?"

[Potential value +200! ]
The reminder sound of the small roulette sounded at the right time.

Yin Mang slightly raised his eyebrows.

Well, sure enough, there is only a little oily water.

It's time for her to think of a different way to earn potential points.

The girl thought, turned and walked away.

At this moment, the stands have fallen into silence.

Everyone can see that this is simply a crushing fight.

Among the people sitting in the stands, some knew Dongfang Jiu.

After all, he is the direct disciple of the second elder of the Dao League.

Over the years, the reputation has spread far and wide.

But even Dongfang Jiu, who was outstanding among his peers, didn't manage to do a few tricks in this woman's hands.

If the other party is older, that's fine.

But she was obviously not more than twenty years old.

When you think about it that way, the facts are shocking enough.

"and many more."

Dongfang Jiu took a quick step and stood behind Yin Mang.

The moment the girl opened the door, Dongfang Jiu said in a deep voice, "Why do you help me?"

"I'm here to embarrass you."

"Hmm...Maybe it looks pleasing to you."

Yin Mang didn't pause in his movements, he directly opened the iron fence, and walked leisurely towards the exit.

She said this very plainly.

It sounded a little weird to Dongfang Nine's ears.

The little roulette rolled out silently.

Quietly, she tentatively opened her mouth.

【Master, don't you have a crush on him? 】

Yin Mang ignored the little roulette wheel at all, and continued to stroll and walk forward.

A rather interesting plan was circling in her mind.

[Hiss...]
Many eyes fell on Yin Mang's face, looking her up and down.

Yin Mang didn't care at all.

Go straight through the corridor and walk out of this confined space.

Dongfang stood there dumbstruck, still thinking about what happened just now.

For a while, he didn't go after Yin Mang.

"Hiss..."

While Empress Yin was swaying leisurely, Erhei on her shoulder suddenly raised her head.

"Hiss..."

The cold tongue rubbed against Yin Mang's chin.

"Master, I can feel the aura of Mister."

Yin Mang was taken aback for a moment.

I didn't understand who the gentleman Erhei was referring to was.

"It's your father."

Erhei hurriedly added a sentence.

Yin Mang looked back from the game table, and turned to look at Erhei.

"Are you serious?"

"of course."

The Yaozu have always had a keen sense, and their sense of breath is beyond the reach of other races.

Although Erhei is still just a snake demon who cannot transform into form, no matter what he says, he is a demon who has cultivated for hundreds of years.

Sensing the breath is extremely simple for him.

Even in such a noisy venue, he could accurately identify Yin Qingxuan's aura.

(End of this chapter)

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