The Anarchic Consort

Hey!

The drum hammer is settled.

Participants returned to their respective positions.

I passed by.

He Lianjiaer lowered his voice at Helianweiwei's ear: "If you don't want to lose, you are advised to go out early, then go to the place where the poor mountains are located, and settle down for the rest of your life! Otherwise, oh, don't I hope that I can still be as lucky as I have been in the past!"

For such a provocation, Helian Weiwei just raised his eyebrows and smiled with the suffocating suffocation of others. After all, the dog bite you, you can't bite back, right?

"Woman, you are being stunned again." The original lazy voice passed from the space.

Helen Weiwei hooked his lips and glanced at the gambling side: "What is necessary is this effect."

"What? You finally have to show your strength?" The original meditation was excited.

Helian Weiwei looked at the martial artists who were slowly pushed on the platform, and did not speak, but the smile on her lips, so that the liquid in the blood of the original meditation was boiling!

"The son." Standing on the side of the scene, Liang Bai, who was waiting behind the scene, saw the appearance of Helen Weiwei on the stage, and there was a deep surprise in the middle: "Her face..."

There was no faint sensation in the scene. Yurun’s Junjun still had no expression at all. He only took a sip of tea, and his eyes swept to the woman standing like a pine in the hall, and he dropped his eyelids slightly.

Liang Bai looked at his family's lukewarm look, thinking that he was not as sullen as his son.

Looking at the face of Helen Vivi, he is a bit skeptical about the existence of the fairy-like person he has seen before.

Then... is it too dark?

Probably the reason for the color of the skin, all the advantages of her body are covered, buried in the dust, making her look unremarkable.

"Hey!"

The sound of the wooden hammer made Liang Bo suddenly come back, and the game officially began!

A total of eighteen martial arts, one by one, are listed on the wooden table, they are different in shape and materials are used differently.

Each piece has its own purpose, and each piece comes from the hands of the master of martial arts.

It is almost impossible to pick out a martial arts created by an unparalleled son from so many martial arts.

Those who are familiar with the unparalleled son can also make a comparison, continue his previous habits, and pick out the martial arts from there.

But what about people who are not familiar with the unparalleled son?

This is like a needle in the sea, there is no clue.

The new martial arts teachers each took a look at each other and saw their distress from their own eyes.

Even He Lianjiaer has some uncertain ideas.

In fact, when the martial arts were selected by the military, they were determined by the size of the martial arts distributed by the martial arts.

The greater the martial arts, the better the martial arts.

He Lianjiao is a nine-segment warrior. Her sense of martial arts is among the best among the group.

Obviously, she was hesitating, swinging between the two martial arts swords of the jade sword and the basaltic bow and arrow.

One of the most important points in choosing martial arts is that time is important!

If you take a fancy to this martial art, the other party also took a fancy to this martial art, and whoever wants to grab it will win.

Therefore, when the sound of the copper gongs sounded, everyone rushed to the front of the eighteen martial arts, madly stroking the martial arts.

Only Helen Weiwei did not move immediately, but slid across the surface of those martial arts in an inch, and the deep light made people unable to see what she was thinking.

Someone laughed at the stage: "You look at her, it won't be stupid?"

"It is estimated that there is no way to know which martial arts to start with, no martial arts, but even the most basic sensory ability can not be done."

"It seems that we have won this gamble!"

"That's still to say, hahaha..."

The ridicule was continually passed over, and the family members looked at it and laughed with fun: "It sounds full of fun, hey, I said, let’s not vote, see who wins and who loses. ""

"Yes." Someone immediately agreed: "Shi Zi, who are you going to vote for?"

"Is that still used to say that it must be won by He Lianjiao."

Murong Changfeng did not listen to the ridicule around him, and he was absent-minded, and then he invested some money in He Lianjiao.

Basically all the sons sitting in the ya room have voted, and the gambling of the singer Wei Wei lost... full of the amount!

Oh... no!

Not full.

Two more people bet on Helen Weiwei!

One is Helen Weiwei himself.

another one……

People almost couldn't believe the list, and the eyes were full of shock.

How can that person be here?

And he has never put anything in his eyes, let alone gambling.

But... this time!

He even cast so much money on Helen Weiwei!

Just when the family members were shocked.

The low, lazy voice rang again, and it sounded very shocking: " raise."

This voice! ?

Someone looked at the side of the room.

Murong Changfeng was after the words, the hand of the tea was tightened by three points...

"Is it the third temple?" Someone asked, not sure.

But he listened to the low of the abstinence and rang: "Add another hundred and two gold in Helianweiwei, bet her - win!"

what! ! !

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

How can the waste that can't be done win?

What's more, she is already panicked now, isn't she?

She doesn't even know the most basic martial arts. She will only stand there silly, she will not move anymore, and others must decide which martial arts to choose!

"Woman, what? Is it difficult this time?" The original arrogantly licking the lips, watching her not as fast as the past, and some doubts.

Helen Weiwei's fingers were placed at the chin, his fingertips gently tapped his chin, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"What is she doing! I don't even look at it now!"

The original listened to the noise around him and frowned. "Woman, if it is too difficult, I can..."

"Original Xiao Ming, don't seduce me with your devil's rhetoric." Helen Weiwei opened his eyes, the bright black scorpion went up, and then walked toward the wooden table.

The people under the stage smiled disdainfully.

Even the judges on the stage shook their heads: "This Helen Weiwei is probably hopeless. She has only begun to pick it up now, half a year slower than others."

The unparalleled side of the face is still as gentle as it was when he came, but this time, he actually spoke, accompanied by a gentle cough, as clear as water: "Not necessarily..."