Chapter 2832 4.522 Duan San Shao

Qiao Mu turned his head and saw that Saint Miyan, dressed in an ethereal white robe, with a cold face, walked slowly from the separated crowd.

Like that, it really looks like an old god stick.

The age of this holy son is estimated to be about a hundred years old.

A group of students came forward to pay tribute to Saint Son Miyan.

With a cold expression on the saint's face, he nodded at the people around him.

His sight, separated from the heavy crowd, also fell on the small face paralysis, and the eyebrows wrinkled slightly involuntarily.

I haven't eaten well and slept well in the past two days. It's just unbearable to die Miyan Holy Son.

This Holy Son, where is he not respected and hospitable?

Only Mo Lian Qiao Mu, a black-hearted couple, dared to treat him like this!

"Prince and concubine of Shenzhou, you came here so early in the morning, do you want to compete on the stage?" As soon as Saint Miyan's words fell, he heard a "bang" on the competition platform next to him, and a weapon fell to the ground. on the ground.

Everyone looked up at the guy who lost his weapon in battle.

I saw that the child had a blue face, and looked in the direction of Qiao Mu with a bit of horror in his eyes.

Damn, this kid didn't hear the word "Prince Princess" and shook his weapon...

Lord Qiaoqiao glanced at the competition stage with a blank expression, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the other arenas.

I'm not interested in watching two weak chickens compete.

The little princess didn't say a word to Miyan, and she was so angry that the saintly handsome face of Miyan could hardly hang on.

The little priest on the side couldn't help but lowered his voice and said, "Holy, Lord Holy Son, let's not provoke that little evil star."

Holy Son Miyan couldn't help but slammed his fist on the priest's head, "Shut up!"

Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, only to feel that the noble and tall image of the Holy Son in their minds seemed to be a little far away.

Miyan's voice at this moment should be: good gas, good gas, good gas!

He realized that what he had just done was somewhat inappropriate, he turned his head with a cold face, and asked a tutor next to him, "How is the competition going?"

"It is estimated that the audition will not be completed until the afternoon. Now the ten competition stages have probably gone through more than a dozen fights."

"Currently the first in points is the third young master of the Duan family, Duan Tianya."

"Okay!" A thunderous roar erupted in front of a competition stage.

The moment Qiao Mu and Mo Lian walked over, they just saw a student being knocked down from the ring, and the mud rolled on the ground, rolling in front of them, trembling for a long time, unable to stand up. .

"Duan Sanshao is really amazing!"

"Duan Sanshao!"

"Duan San Shao!!"

Under the competition stage, a group of male and female fans of Duan Sanshao screamed and laughed one after another.

"Duan Sanshao now has 850 points! Currently ranked first."

"As expected of my Duan San Shao, wow wow, looking at his stern face, he is really handsome and free and easy!"

The voices of all kinds of nympho came to my face, Xiao Mian froze with a cold face, and with one hand pushed away the two women who boasted about Duan San Shao so much, "Please let me go."

This cold face can easily drown everyone's boiling emotions...

The two women were stunned, screaming and cheering, and the cold water was poured down their throats by the small facial paralysis.

Mo Lian lowered her eyes slightly with a smile.