No Concubine: Evil Emperor Loves Concubine Leng

Chapter 9 What level?

Murong Yunfan rejoiced secretly, luckily he didn't believe her, it was just that he struck the willow tree beside her with aura from the very beginning.

When the pale yellow aura was about to hit the willow tree, Murong Xue's eyes moved slightly, and her steps moved half a minute.

The willow in his hand was broken off, and that branch of wicker hit the light yellow aura straight, and the leaves turned into celestial maiden flowers and floated in all directions, and finally fell to the ground.

An insignificant collision sound spread into people's ears as the two things collided. The willow leaves flew, the paper broke, and the cloud of gas was also broken from it. Only an invisible wind blade hit the willow tree. On the trunk, a slender trace appeared on the trunk.

Facts have proved that her strength should be higher than that of the Spirit King, and she should be in the position of the Spirit King.

It's a pity that there is no Emperor Ling to try his skills with her.

"Brother, do you still think I'm weak?" Murong Xue had a piece of willow leaf between her index finger and middle finger, and her jade-like white fingers were a little more green.

When she asked, her tone was very light, without any ups and downs, but it sounded so comforting.

At least, Murong Xiao and Murong Yunfan sounded truly at ease.

She didn't use any spiritual skills, just a wicker to break the attack of a spirit king. This is simply a genius among geniuses!
Who said Murong Xueyin was a waste material?It's like a blind dog!

"Xue Yin, okay, okay, tell grandpa quickly, how many levels have you reached as a spirit king?"

Murong Xiao didn't care that his injury was still recovering, so he ran over happily.

Murong Xueyin shook her head, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't speak.

"Is that the Emperor Ling?"

Murong Xiao was even more ecstatic. Only when her level was far higher than his was he unable to see what level of spiritual power she possessed.

Murong Xueyin continued to shake her head.

"Could it be Lingzun?" Murong Xiao felt that he was about to faint, his heart beat faster, his face became hot, and his heart almost jumped into his throat.

If King Ling is a genius who meets once in a hundred years, then Emperor Ling is a genius who meets once in 500 years, but there is no such thing as Lingzun in this western city.

Murong Xiao's blood surged, he stared at Murong Xueyin, expecting her answer.

Murong Xueyin still shook her head, but there was already a faint smile on her face.

"I don't have spiritual power, and I still can't gather spiritual energy." As soon as these words came out, Murong Xiao's blood boiled immediately.

"Then you..."

Murong Xiao asked a question, but he didn't say any words to rebuke his dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa can regard this as a kind of spiritual skill for the time being. No matter what, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter what level you are at."

Although Murong Xueyin's tone was very light when speaking, there was always a sense of calmness and confidence.

She knew that her century-old skill was no joke.

There is no one who knows ancient martial arts where she is, and this is her greatest capital.

Others gather aura and strive to advance, but they are not as strong as her hundred-year-old martial arts foundation.

In her memory, in the west city, the most powerful master is the venerable Linghuang in the royal family.

As long as Venerable Linghuang doesn't come, she can guarantee that she will definitely defeat Dongfang Xuan.

Even if she came, she would not take any advantage in her hands.

"Good! Good! Good!" Murong Xiao said three good things in a row, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, the pearl is covered in dust, if it wasn't for this divorce that inspired Xue Yin, he would not have seen Xue Yin's strength.

(End of this chapter)