My Disciple Died Yet Again

Zhu Yao is very confident in the bully, although his cultivation is not outstanding in the foundation group, but the actual combat experience is the most complete. Those years that have been shackled by various high-order monsters are not white.

Sure enough, after half an hour, the bully easily advanced. Hundreds of Zhuji monks ended up with only twenty. The little bully is the only monk in the early days of the foundation.

The other two groups of group matches, the candidates have also been determined. There are a total of 42 gas training groups, 21 building bases, and the least Jindan, only 16 people.

At this time, the organizers of the Sanshou City were late. I saw the red platform that seemed to be arbitrarily set up in front, and suddenly began to rise slowly. The red cloth was uncovered, revealing a white jade platform with a row of exquisite and gorgeous chairs. There was no one above, and there was a hanging square on the top of the chair, which was empty.

A middle-aged man dressed in the official uniform of the city, Yu Jian fell on the high platform, Jin Dan later repaired, stepped forward to glance at the scene of the black pressure station full of monks, a sound of silence To the entire competition venue, "All kinds of friends, welcome to the city. First of all, congratulations to you successfully entered the big ratio." He looked at the dozens of advanced monks, began a large section of the official speech, "I scatter the city The city has been for thousands of years, and it has been lifted by the monks and friends, and the ancestors have avoided it. It stands in the world... Let's go..." After a slogan, the painting style turned and began to introduce the sponsors. "This is the case." The winner of the Datong Treasure House Zhaolou, the source of the Linggege Lige, and the owner of the Jubao No. Yuan, can reward the city with a 'no fragrant fruit'. If you are practicing the first three, you can get..."

He introduced a prize, and each time he introduced one, there was a monk in front of the chair on the table. I smiled and said hello to everyone present. The repairs were uneven, from the foundation to the Yuan Ying, but they all sat on the same row of tables.

I wish you a glimpse of the illusion that a certain kind of reality show came to the scene, and the introduction of the ear also instantly changed its appearance.

"Welcome everyone to watch the "Shu Xiu Da" program jointly broadcasted by "Tongbao Building", "Yuanling Pavilion" and "Jubao". Thank you, the good medicine companion. The source Lingbao Dan medicine quality assurance. For this program Strong support, thank you for the most sensible choice of Tongbaolou Spirit, with Tongbao Xiantu Tongtong; thanks to the Jubao Law for your **** expert. Jubao is worthy of possession, the prize for this program friendship. Fair, just, open! Hosted by the whole city, it is divided into three groups, each time a random combination of competitions. The first, second and third prizes are decided respectively. The final interpretation of this program belongs to the scattered city! Let us Warm applause, please ask the judges of this competition, Zhao Baolou, Tongbaolou, and Yuanlinge Li Gezhu. Jubao’s boss and their friends and relatives, debut!”

Oh...

I wished that the conditioned reflexes had a palm.

The scene suddenly disappeared silently.

Hundreds of sights, looked at the brush.

Politely greeted the audience, Zhu Yao: "..."

"Hehehe...". I wish a black line, "That oh... I am dirty. Oh, ash..." So she can only take a few shots under the eyes of the public, call you handcuffs, call you conditioned, shame Now!

Instantly get hundreds of eyes to see the "idiot".

Heart plug!

The quietness of the scene did not last long. After a moment, the attention of the people was instantly attracted by a low-pitched voice not far from the horizon.

That sound, long and empty, seems to be boundless majesty, although there is no release of pressure, but still can not help people shock, heart awe.

I wish you a wrinkle, this sound, how so like a dragon.

Sure enough, less than a moment, the sky flew a huge monster, black and snake-like, full of eyes, electricity, head and horns, constantly circling in the sky, actually a nine-order monster.

"Ohlong! Nine-order dragon!" exclaimed in the crowd.

"It’s the sacred person of the city."

"Linlin is coming."

The crowd rushed in an instant, all of them admired the face and looked at the faucet in the air, the sorcerer of the green shirt.

The dragon was hovering in the air for two rounds, and it flew to the highest platform.

"Linlin's sages can actually accept the dragon as a beast, too powerful."

"Yeah, is that a dragon? It is said that there is a dragon bloodline, which is the closest to the protoss."

The crowd began to talk enthusiastically about the dragon.

I’ve been squatting on the shoulders of Zhu Yao’s shoulders, and I’m disdainful, “Cut!” Stupid humans, where do you see the cargo dragon?

The dragon seemed to be very satisfied with the sensation caused by himself. When he arrived at the high platform, he was not eager to fall. Instead, he took his own master and turned around again in the sky. He appeared in a perfect arc. Open your mouth and make a similar dragonfly again.

I wish you a frown, "It’s noisy."

Xiaoba is more direct, "Shut up!"

It didn't sound very loud. It was estimated that even the on-site monks didn't hear it, but the dragon that had only half of it was suddenly slammed into the high platform and landed on the ground. Even the monk of the gods on his back was awkward and almost uploaded from it.

Linlin desperately continued to live the face of his own monk, how is this beast today?

Xiaolong, with his **** eyes, squatted on the stage and looked straight at the direction of Zhu Yao. His eyes were first happy, then he went dark, and finally began to tremble, sending out a burst of unspeakable low-pitched voice.

"Black, what's wrong with you?" After all, it was a spiritual beast that he was hard to train. Lin Lin asked a little worried.

However, Xiaolong ignored him, but shook it like the leaves in the wind. The more sad the voice, the more sullen.

Others don't understand, I hope it is clear.

"Oh... the Lord hates the rules, the articles are so sad, the articles are going to cry for a while. Hehe..."

I wish you a black line, a strip? Isn't it black? The name of the demon beast is so tasteless, is your parents making it?

Lin Lin looked at her own beast for a long time, and did not see what happened to it? Sighed and had to jump from it. Xiaolong was immediately formed into a scent of incense, like a piece of cake on the high platform, only a pair of black eyes with no love in the middle, surrounded by sorrowful low pressure.

The culprit is the eighth, and he screamed over there, dripping, "idiot."

The dragon suddenly shook even more.

"Oh... I hate it, I want to go!"

Zhu Yao went directly to the small gossip and whispered. "You don't scare it, then you will be scared."

Didn't see that even Linlin was squeezed by it, had to stand on the edge of the high platform? It will fall down again.

#论论之族血脉的重要#

"Cough..." Lin Lin finally recovered from the abnormality of his own beast. He silently thanked the monks for not seeing the dragon, thinking that the cake was the common form of all the dragons, no one doubted. His face was saved, but after a while, his original leadership speech was not in the mood, so he waved his hand and laid a few heavy arrays on the wide-field competition venue, especially serious and tepid. "The big ratio begins."

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The situation of dispersing the big ratio is actually very simple. The two players will win and lose, and the winner will enter the next round. Jindan and Lianqi's promotion candidates are just plural, and there are not many more in two or two groups. Only the foundation is the singular number of twenty-one people. I don't know if it is because the bully is the only monk in the early days of the foundation, and the base group is the lowest. Therefore, in the first two rounds, he was honored to take the lead and advance directly. By the time of the third game, there were only six people left, including him. The little fighters did not do it, but they were honored to enter the top six.

I wish you a lucky player who will be on the scene soon. "Little bully relaxes, luck is also part of the game."

"..." Hey, can you not say this while holding a melon? Isn’t there a bit of speech?

"Hey, win one, you are the top three!" How good is the direct attack final.

"Oh..." The little bully sighed. "But I didn't play against other people, I don't know the depth of the other person, if..."

"Little bully, when you feel that you really encounter an enemy, the other party will give you time to let you know what to do again?"

He glanced, "..."

"The focus of the game is on your own improvement, and it has nothing to do with the game itself."

The worry in his eyes was swept away. "I know it."

"Well, remember to win more no-fruits back!"

"..." Is the result still fruitless? There is an elder who does not reasonably play cards, so sad!

"I see you in the next game, it should be the mid-term monk in the foundation." Zhu Yao pointed to a gray dress monk not far from the front, he is the only one of the top six to build a base ~ www. Mtlnovel.com~ Others are late or big perfect. Unlike the bully, the other side has been rushing up. "It can be taken from the crowd with a medium-term cultivation. He is estimated to be better than other monks." More difficult to deal with, be careful with yourself, don't underestimate the enemy."

The bully nodded. "Well. I understand."

After half-time break in the midfield, the top six games kicked off, and I wish you a good guess. The opponent of the bully is the mid-term monk.

If it is not wrong, the other party should be the firewood double spirit root, the previous game, he is using these two systems of spells.

The bully is the five spiritual roots, but it is not awkward. In addition, he has just compared two games, but the bully is the first appearance, physical strength. It’s just that the strength of the other side is not only the case, it should be hidden.

The two games were in the final third, and the first two games were over. The little bully flew to the center of the field, and I wished that there would be a sense of pride.

Look, a new star is about to rise. (To be continued)

Ps: The second day of the birth of a child