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Chapter 23 I'm So Afraid, Help Me Quickly

With a command, Dalong and the second dragon took the lead and flew towards Ning Rongrong's sides, attacking her from left to right.

But Ning Rongrong still stood there motionless, without any intention of taking action.

"Is this giving up resisting? I just threatened not to turn on the martial soul..."

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was motionless, Ning Dalong and Ning Erlong both smiled. It would be better to give up resistance. Let's taste the consequences of talking big.

The two of them came to Ning Rongrong's left and right sides skillfully, clenched their fists and kicked at Ning Rongrong.

At this time, Ning Rongrong finally moved, his mouth slightly raised, and his right foot moved back half a step.

He said with a slight sarcastic look: "Next, let you see high-end operations."

The moment the fist was about to touch her, her right foot suddenly moved into her. The floor under Ning Rongrong's feet suddenly collapsed, and then her figure disappeared.

Bang!

Ning Dalong and Ning Erlong had no time to react, and their fists and Ning Erlong's black iron sword met. Suddenly, a striking sword injury appeared on Ning Dalong's fist, which made him grin.

He pressed the wound on his fist to prevent continued bleeding. He ignored the pain and looked around the ring, but did not find Ning Rongrong's figure: "Where has she been?"

The two of them showed a solemn look in their eyes, and Ning Dalong regretted that they underestimated the enemy without using their soul skills. But this was not enough to make him worry about losing in this game. He also knew the gap in strength caused by having soul skills and not having soul skills.

"Brother, be careful, be behind you!"

Ning Erlong shouted and reminded him, but it was too late.

Ning Rongrong appeared too suddenly, and he punched Ning Dalong's back. Suddenly, Ning Dalong's body was hit hard and flew straight down the ring, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

"Yeah! One punch is a kid!" Ning Rongrong cheered.

Bai Shuo spoke helplessly and reminded: "There is another one!"

Ning Rongrong paused with cheering expression, looking unhappy: "I know! Bai Shuo is so annoyed!"

When the eldest brother was beaten into that ball, Ning Erlong was immediately angry and picked up the iron sword and shouted: "I and you are not finished!"

clang!

The black iron sword in Ning Erlong's hand contacted Ning Rongrong's arm, making a harsh sound.

"What's going on? Why does it make a metal collision sound?"

"The point isn't here, right? Why is she not at all?"

"Is it because his sword is too dull?"

"It's the kind she wears something underneath, and she's slashing."

“…”

As the person involved, Ning Erlong was even more dumbfounded. He, who has always been extremely confident in his martial soul, now doubts whether his martial soul has not been polished for too long, so... he doesn't need to polish the martial soul...

"Please use some effort!" Finally, Ning Rongrong said this sentence is not aggressive and insulting.

Suddenly, Ning Erlong almost turned his back: "You bastard!"

He raised his sword and slashed it again. Although he was furious this time, he was still rational. He changed his place to chop it, and the point was on Ning Rongrong's shoulder.

clang!

It was the same result as before, and there was also a harsh metal collision sound.

Ning Rongrong helplessly pinched the iron sword with two fingers and threw it to you, the lost Ning Erlong: "I think you'd better give up."

Ning Erlong was no longer in a fighting spirit and was sitting on the ground decadently. Without obtaining the soul ring, he could not release his soul skills, and could only rely on the martial soul itself to cause damage to his opponent. However, no matter how he slashed, he did not cause any damage to Ning Rongrong. He had no choice but to admit defeat, and he didn't want to get that punch.

"I... admit it..." Ning Erlong raised his right hand tremblingly and was about to admit defeat.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, he quickly stood up, pointed at Ning Rongrong and shouted: "She must have something on her body, otherwise how could he resist my sword!"

In order to prove that what he said was true, Ning Erlong deliberately used the black iron sword in his hand to penetrate the ring. Without any surprise, the ring was directly like tofu under his black iron sword, and entered the ring without any obstacles.

The competition is not made with any special materials. After all, it is just a group of children of more than ten levels fighting, so there is no need to use that special material. His black iron sword is of high quality, so he inserted it into the ring without any obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that he did not believe that Ning Rongrong could block the Xuan Iron Sword with his own body alone, so he was wearing something for defense under his clothes.

"I just said that she must have worn something else under her clothes."

"Then this should be considered a foul, right?"

"This must be a foul. Otherwise, everyone would wear such a thing and it would not hurt anyone to hit it. So what's the point of this competition?"

"That's right, I think she should be disqualified from the competition."

"Shh! Be careful! She is the daughter of the sect leader!"

“…………”

There was a lot of discussion off the court, perhaps because Ning Rongrong was the daughter of the sect leader, and no one shouted loudly. At the people who were closer to Ning Rongrong, they lowered their voices.

However, people who are closer to the referee's position have a louder voice, as if they want the referee to hear it and let the referee deprive Ning Rongrong of the competition.

The most difficult thing to do now is the referee, because Ning Rongrong is Ning Fengzhi's daughter, and he doesn't know what consequences he will have for him.

Although everyone near Ning Rongrong lowered their voices, all the sounds entered Ning Rongrong's ears without exception.

Ning Rongrong was a little scared, and his voice became trembling: "Bai Shuo...what should I do this? Am I going to be disqualified?"

"I'm so scared of Bai Shuo... Help me..."

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale.

After all, she was just a child and became the target of public criticism. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Bai Shuo sighed helplessly: "Don't be afraid, I'm always there."

Seeing Ning Rongrong like this, Bai Shuo also wanted to go out and take her in his arms to comfort her, but there are too many people now, and Bai Shuo doesn't want to show up in front of so many people.

Ning Rongrong heard Bai Shuo's voice improve a little, but his voice still trembled: "What should I do with Bai Shuo?"

Bai Shuo said softly: "Silly girl, I still have experienced too few things."

"Since they say that you won because you wore iron clothes, then you prove to them that when you take off your iron clothes, you will be stronger."

"Next, give me your body and I'll help you with the next thing."

With Ning Rongrong's current state, even if she told her how to deal with it, she might not be able to handle it very well.

"Um!"
Chapter completed!
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