9 She Is That Young Miss Li!(1)
Huang Yueli frowned slightly upon hearing these discussions.
For this kind of thing, even if you talk about it, it is not as effective as showing your real strength.
There are still several games to come, and she can always show her normal level.
Suddenly, she thought of something, and hurried back to the private seat of the Cloudy Qilin Clan.
Sure enough, her husband was already on the verge of fury. He had already stood up and was about to jump off.
Huang Yueli hugged his arm and whispered, “Alright, Moying, don’t be as knowledgeable as these ignorant people, they will know my strength after the next round of competition!”
Li Moying’s complexion was still very ugly.
Huang Yueli looked around and secretly kissed him on the cheek.
Li Moying’s complexion turned cloudy.
Liu Buyan, who had just trotted over to watch the game after Huang Tianhao’s diagnosis and treatment, happened to see this scene in his eyes, and was speechless for a while.
Before seeing the match, someone stuffed him with dog food again?
Why is he the one who gets hurt every time?
The voices condemning Li Yuehuang continued for a while.
However, no matter what the onlookers said, everything Huang Yueli did in this game was completely in line with the rules of the game, and there was no violation of the rules.
Among the cultivators, they feel that the difference in strength between each other is too great, so they will be ashamed and give up the competition…
This kind of thing is actually very common.
Because of this, no one can say that Huang Yueli is not eligible for the competition.
Therefore, everyone can do nothing but gossip.
As the next game started, the discussion gradually subsided.
The God Realm’s Grand Meet Contest continued to proceed in an orderly manner.
After more than an hour, the 16 matches of the first round were all over.
The competition was suspended for half an hour.
There are a total of eight games in the second round, sixteen to eight, and eight people to be eliminated.
It can be seen that the second round of competition is several times more exciting than the first round just now, because the strength of the cultivators who can get here is one level higher than that of the top thirty-two.
Huang Yueli became more focused on watching.
Li Moying’s match was still the same as last time, without any suspense.
The cultivators who got Li Moying were in a state of giving up. Like the cultivators in the previous round, they asked Li Moying for advice very politely.
Li Moying played another teaching match, and then calmly returned to sit beside Huang Yueli.
It attracted bursts of admiration from the girls in the stands.
Huang Yueli pursed her lips, raised her eyes and glanced at the man beside her, a little sour, “Why are there so many girls who adore you when you leave the stage, even those men praise you! And as soon as I play, so many people scold me? It’s simply too abnormal!”
Li Moying raised her eyebrows, her dark starry eyes fell on her arrogant little face, and there was a slight smile in her eyes.
“Why do you want so many people to worship you? I just need to worship you.”
Huang Yueli’s face turned red all of a sudden, “You… When did you become so good at talking?”
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