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Chapter 133 The tragic Meng Qinglian

Chapter 133 The miserable Meng Qinglian

"What a fast punch! So fast speed! The level is far higher than Meng Qinglian." Lin Nantian commented in his heart: "I just felt my eyes flashing just now, and I didn't even see her punch, so Meng Qinglian flew out. That punch seemed very heavy. With the strength difference between the two sides, Meng Qinglian would probably be seriously injured even if she didn't die."

After packing up Meng Qinglian, the beautiful woman put away her cold expression and smiled at Lin Nantian who was still on the stage. She was as beautiful as the flowers blooming in spring. She smiled charmingly: "Okay, everyone, just now, because Meng Qinglian did not abide by the rules of the competition and tried to attack Lin Nantian after the victory and loss was decided, so I have been shot down by me. In order to punish her behavior and avoid the growth of this atmosphere, I took a little heavier move, please forgive me. Now I announce that Lin Nantian, the No. 32, successfully advances to the next knockout match of the 6-year-old star competition!"

There was a burst of cheers in the competition venue, and the crowd was like a boiling ocean, emitting incomparable heat, causing waves of people, as if celebrating Lin Nantian's advancement.

Lin Nantian looked around with a smile, raised his hands, and happily accepted the cheers from everyone. These cheers and blessings were the best gifts for the winner.

"Thank you!" Lin Nantian said gratefully to the beautiful woman.

"No need to thank me, this is what I should do." The beautiful woman blinked and looked at Lin Nantian meaningfully: "Looking forward to your afternoon game! Cunning little devil."

"Haha, OK." Lin Nantian waved his hand without any nostalgia to say goodbye to the beautiful woman and turned around and left.

Back at the lounge, Lin Nantian did not stop for a moment, teleported directly from the portal and headed to the place he made an appointment with Teacher Pei Lin.

In front of the entrance to the contestants’ passage.

Lin Nantian found Teacher Pei Lin among the crowd without any effort.

"Teacher Pei Lin, I won." Lin Nantian smiled.

"Haha, the teacher knows, it's a pretty job, Lin Nantian." Teacher Pei Lin touched Lin Nantian's head, praised it for a while, then took out a small round instrument from his arms and handed it over: "Take it, this is the room teleporter provided by the conference. As long as you hold this small instrument tightly to output Yuanli, you will enter the room arranged for you by the conference. There is food and water in the room, and the machine to restore Yuanli. Go quickly! The teacher knows that you have just finished a competition and your body should be very tired. Have a good rest and restore Yuanli. There is still a competition to fight in the afternoon!"

"Well, okay, teacher. By the way, have Ying Tianming and the others finished competing?" Teacher Pei Lin's words made Lin Nantian feel warm and extremely comfortable.

"No, only Cheng Shuangshuang and Xuanyuan Jing have finished competing. Xuanyuan Jing won like you. Cheng Shuangshuang is not lucky, and the student who hit the holy land in the first game lost." A hint of pity flashed in Teacher Pei Lin's eyes.

"So, teacher, when will the afternoon competition start? How do we gather?" Lin Nantian asked.

"Oh! The teacher is so careless and forgot to tell you. In order to give the contestants more recovery time, the afternoon competition will only start in the third quarter, and the competition on the 29th and 30th is not over yet, so the teacher doesn't know your next round opponent yet. Come back quickly, Lin Nantian." Teacher Pei Lin lit up the small instrument in his hand: "In duplicate, the teacher has the keys to all your student rooms, so don't worry, the teacher will call you before the afternoon competition, and will bring you information about the next round of opponents."

"Oh, OK, Teacher Pei Lin, since nothing is wrong, I'll go back first." Lin Nantian smiled and said goodbye to Pei Lin.

Slowly outputting Yuanli to the small instrument, Lin Nantian disappeared into the entrance passage of the contestants in the blink of an eye.

"Well, I don't know how Yuwen's injury, Chu Shifeng and Ying Tianming are doing. I hope they can win." Teacher Pei Lin was still anxiously waiting for the result.

"Poor Meng Qinglian, I didn't expect that she would retaliate against me in anger. In the end, she was severely injured by the referee of the conference because she touched the rules of the conference. Maybe she felt that she had not shown her strength at all and lost like this. Haha, this is the effect I want." Lin Nantian smiled in his heart. Lin Nantian was very satisfied with indirectly helping his father and grandfather to hit the morale of the Meng family. Even before the game, Lin Nantian never thought that it would have such a good effect.

"Brother, you are getting worse and worse now... You can even do such a pure and cute little girl!" The weak voice of the little fox came from the Qingxuan Ring.

"I didn't do anything, don't wrong me! To be honest, I can't do it if I kill a little girl and get seriously injured, even if he is the daughter of an enemy. I just wanted to hit her arrogance, but I didn't expect her to be so angry. In the end, she would have such consequences. After all, it was not my attack, and I was calm." Lin Nantian lay on the Yuanli Recovery Device and said leisurely: "Finally correct you, that Meng Qinglian is not pure and cute! I felt annoying when I looked at her, and it was ugly!"

"Brother, she hates the house and the house. Actually, if you look at her carefully, the little girl is actually very pretty, and she will definitely be fascinated when she grows up!" The little fox swallowed: "Besides, although you are not directly hurt, you are indirectly hurt! You are also guilty. I don't know how that little girl is doing now. Brother Fox, I feel so sorry!"

"Stop exaggerating me, nonsense! How did you practice the intermediate wood-type magic skills I taught you last time? Can it be used smoothly?" Lin Nantian remembered something and couldn't help asking the little fox's cultivation progress.

"That's it! Brother, don't always talk about cultivation. Don't you feel bored? The fox is born for a long time, so what's the fun of practicing? It's better to eat, drink, defecate, sleep and enjoy your life, wouldn't it be happier?" The little fox in the Qingxuan Ring shook his head and said.

"Go to you! I'm not as ambitious as you! You forgot what I said to you last time, right? Then from today on, I will close the Qingxuan Ring for a week." Lin Nantian said lightly.

"No, no! Brother, how dare I forget it? Just kidding!" The little fox smiled flatteringly.

"Whoever has time to joke with you, hurry up and practice! Give you another last month. If you can't learn, you'll be punished!" Lin Nantian threatened viciously.

"Oh my God! Why did I get such a friend like you? Forget it, if the fox is given a great responsibility, you must first practice the mind method...practice the Yuan magic technique..." The little fox cried pretentiously in the Qingxuan Ring.
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