4222 Could It Really Be God-Level? (8)
When Li Shihong looked at Huang Yueli, he became more and more satisfied day by day.

As long as he thinks that the Cloudy Qilin Clan has two god-level geniuses now, and that their babies will probably be god-level in the future, he will wake up laughing at night from his dreams.

Li Moying looked at the overjoyed expression on Li Shihong’s face, and couldn’t help but secretly sighed inwardly.

It is estimated that soon, everyone in the Cloudy Qilin Clan will stop laughing.

Although I feel sorry for the family members, there are some things that must be done.

He and Huang Yueli have made a lot of preparations for today, and he can imagine how chaotic the scene will be and what kind of frenzy will be set off when the truth is revealed.

Jing Shaoyuan covered his wound and stood there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

Seeing that he was not moving, Huang Yueli couldn’t help but frowned, and urged: “What are you still doing? If you want to fight, hurry up. If you don’t fight, just admit defeat! Don’t waste everyone’s time.”

Hearing this, Jing Shaoyuan’s brows twitched, and a look of humiliation appeared on his face.

He never dreamed that he would be defeated by a girl who looked so delicate in front of him with one move, and even suffered such serious injuries!

Words can’t even describe the feeling he felt the moment he saw Huang Yueli make a move.

quick! too fast!

Isn’t this girl a human race?

Human cultivators have poor physical talent, how could they be so fast?

Hearing the buzzing discussions in the stands and sensing the strange gazes of the audience, Jing Shaoyuan thought of the big words he had just said, and wished he could find a hole in the ground and go down there!

He also said that he would let others do a trick, but in the end…

This move almost killed him!

Jing Shaoyuan forced himself to calm down, gritted his teeth and said, “I…Of course I can’t admit defeat! Let’s continue the competition!”

According to the competition rules of the God Realm’s Grand Meet Finals, only those who are knocked out of the competition area, or who take the initiative to admit defeat, can be regarded as a real loser and will be eliminated.

Otherwise, even if his whole body is bruised and his seven orifices are bleeding, as long as the contestant is still conscious and refuses to admit defeat, he still has the qualifications to stand up and continue fighting.

“Then come on!” Huang Yueli shrugged, completely indifferent.

Jing Shaoyuan gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and made another move.

Intense metallic profound energy rushed towards him frantically, and behind him, a phantom of a white tiger was formed!

Moreover, this white tiger is different from ordinary tigers. In addition to its white body, it also has a pair of large wings with a wingspan of more than 20 meters on its back.

With the appearance of wings, Jing Shaoyuan’s body also rose into the air.

The cultivators in the stands couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

“Such a clear phantom of the white tiger! It’s not much different from the real one! Mr. Shaoyuan can actually cultivate the phantom of the white tiger to such a level!”

“I’m also a cultivator of metal nature. The moment Mr. Shao Yuan shot, I felt that the profound energy in my body was about to be taken away by him! His energy-gathering skills must be very extraordinary!”

“It’s amazing! You really deserve to be the number one master of the White Tiger Clan!”

“Now, Young Miss Li is probably going to be miserable. Oh, such a beautiful girl, don’t be beaten too badly!”
Seeing Jing Shaoyuan’s power, the onlookers who thought Huang Yueli might win changed their minds and supported Jing Shaoyuan.

However, Jing Shaoyuan, who was present in the field, was suffering at this time.