I! Quasi-Emperor, Loli Master Eavesdropped on His Heart

With the dragging expression and the pretending tone, for a while, people actually thought that this fat man seemed to be a little handsome

......? Why does it feel like something doesn't taste right

......?" It turned out to be the way of the sword, I realized it!" Some of the disciples had a look of sudden realization.

"It's too much of a sword, it's too much

of a sword!" Whether it is thousands of ordinary disciples or high-level members of the sect, most of them have the same idea: good

sword!" This son is quite accomplished in the way of the sword, and he will definitely become a great weapon in the future!"

An elder of the "Barbecue Alliance" blushed and said with a smile.

The teacup in Mo Mozi's hand was pinched and shattered, and his face was black, and he was almost angry to death by the result of this fight!

As we all know, Elder Zhao Tianhai of the Twenty-Nine Peaks is an ornament, and the disciples under the seat have always been free-range, and they hardly know how to teach, but even so, the disciples who have been carefully taught by themselves have not been able to win against the people of the Twenty-Nine Peaks.

Even if the other party won by disgraceful means, this still made him extremely angry!

It seemed that he had just remembered that the battle was over, and only then did the audience burst into sparse applause, and even the direction of the twenty-ninth peak disciple did not move much.

No way, Ruzhi's sword path is indeed good-looking, but the problem is, everyone's blood has been ignited, but you show us this?

As for the disciples of the Thirty Peaks, they don't dare to speak out, and it's too late for them to keep a low profile now, because Bei Mingkun is indeed being chased by his own senior sister now.

"Bei Mingkun, it turns out that the thief who ran fast last night was you, you are dead!" The girl in white turned blue with anger, and chased Bei Mingkun all the way with her sword.

"Senior sister, I was wrong! Spare me!" Bei Mingkun was so frightened that he couldn't run any slower than the senior sister who forged the nine-fold body!

It's just that why did Luo San know that he peeked at his senior sister taking a bath? Unfortunately,

he was chased and killed so much that he didn't have the heart to think about it.

Contrary to the extremely embarrassed Beimingkun, Luo San waved to the audience on stage, smiling like a big fat chrysanthemum, with the attitude of a winner, and he didn't see the appearance of Fang Cai's temperament at all.

"Thank you, thank you!" the

fat man waved his hand, looking like he had no intention of stepping down.

Behind him, Elder Meng Jie's face became more and more ugly, "The battle is over, please ask unrelated personnel to step down."

Luo San was on the rise, and directly ignored this reminder.

Meng Jie: (#▼Dish▼)

Finally, a big foot kicked Luo San's soft and elastic buttocks, and he also fell back into the crowd with a cry of pain like killing pigs.

The "Third World War ......

" ......

The next few battles were more intense and normal, and there was no situation like in the first battle, where the opponent kept kneeling and kowtowing or someone in the second battle was arrogant.

At the end of the eighteen battles, it was finally the top eighteen in the martial arts! Elder Meng Jie opened his mouth and read: "The top eighteen disciples who have advanced to the top eighteen in this martial arts are Shen Xuan, Fang Xue, and ......"

Every time he pronounced a name, there were bursts of cheers from the audience below, except for a certain fat man.

Elder Meng read out eighteen names in one breath, and even three of the disciples had reached the eightfold realm of forging bodies, and the rest of the disciples were at least sevenfold cultivators of forging bodies.

Oh, except for Shen Xuan, of course.

No matter how he investigated, Shen Xuan's aura was indeed no different from that of an ordinary person, and everyone thought that his victory was completely due to luck.

But among these people, Shen Xuan received no less attention than those who were in the limelight.

As a mortal, it was a miracle in itself that he could enter the second round of martial arts, coupled with his immortal appearance that should not appear in the mortal world, his name had been completely spread among his disciples.

After the discussion of the crowd became quieter, Elder Meng Jie spoke: "Now the second round of martial arts has begun! The first game, No. 18 vs. No. 16!" Hearing

the exclusive eighteen, Shen Xuan twisted his neck.

[Why is it the first one, shouldn't the protagonist of an eighteen centimeter like me be pressed out of the field?

] [As a salted fish, Bendi really doesn't want to be noticed......]

He sighed in his heart, walked to the bottom of the battle platform, and climbed up again with his hands and feet to ...... in the eyes of everyone