My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: One thousand three hundred and thirty-first

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Tianhua Academy lost three games in a row, and all of them held back their anger.

At this moment, seeing Mata standing arrogantly on the ring, with a very rampant appearance, some Tianhua College students naturally refused to accept it.

So, the twelfth-level great spiritualist leaped brightly to the arena, and hugged his fists in the direction of Mata.

"Little brother, please enlighten me."

Mata's eyes lit up slightly, and he felt eager to try.

Before that, Qiao Qiao found each of them in the Chaoyang Tower a book called himself.

Since he learned that spiritual skill, he has not had a chance to use it.

This time I encountered this unlucky Biaoliang, and finally there was a target for practice.

Mata, who has always been incongruous, smiled at that Biao Liang.

Speaking of it, it's okay for this guy not to laugh. With a smile, Biao Liang actually felt his whole body creepy, and inexplicably increased his vigilance.

A pair of eyes stared at Mata firmly, not daring to move half an inch.

Biao Liang is a twelfth-level spiritual master with eight levels of spiritual fire, and his own strength is not weak.

Mata has also made rapid progress recently, and has now broken through the level of the twelfth-level spiritual master.

The two men are supposed to be evenly matched, but as we all know, their spiritual skills are different. Even if the five spirits have the same original realm, they play very different roles.

The spiritual skill called Yanshui Mist that Mata learned from Chaoyang Tower is a heaven-level spiritual skill, which is rare in the world.

Generally, it is good to have an advanced spiritual skill in a small family.

Like the broken book and divine record that Master Qiao Qiao got in the Fengge Pavilion before, that is the supreme holy level technique.

Different levels of spiritual skills, and the effects of their spiritual powers are very different.

Mata danced the whole body without flaws with a Hongji spear, and the brilliance of the battle against him could not even be close to a corner of his clothes.

After a long time, Biao Liang's mood became depressed.

He mobilized all his spiritual power to form a fireball and smashed it towards Mata's chest.

Mata laughed, and with a slight wave of water in his hand, he easily resolved the fireball he sent out with one hand.

At the same time, Mata's body rises with wisps of smoke-like water spirit power, densely arranged, like a string of fine and dense water beads scattered around the sturdy body.

Standing under the ring, Ximen Chang and the many Tianhua College students couldn't help but shrink their pupils slightly.

Biao Liang, who was standing on the ring, never noticed~IndoMTL.com~They all noticed under the ring.

At this time, Biao Liang seemed to be surrounded by a mist of mist, completely enveloped by the power of the opponent's water spirit.

Mata raised his hand, only to see thousands of small drops of water, turning into dense hidden weapons, all rushing towards the sturdy body.

When Biao Liang was attacked by small drops of water in the first round, his skin immediately became red and swollen.

He immediately opened the defensive ring like an emergency rescue, adding defense to himself.

At the same time, countless fine droplets of water rose up, crackling and slamming on his defensive cover.

Biao Liang's complexion changed suddenly, and he walked back again and again, and was slammed by those seemingly inadvertent fine water drops.

Seeing that the water drops were about to knock off his defensive cover, a silver spear that wandered quickly picked up the sharp blade in his hand, and flew into the ring with a "slap".

(End of this chapter)