The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML

Because each game takes a long time, most of the disciples who participate in the finals will have a few days of the wheel.

Chu had no time in the finals of the finals until the fourth day of the game with the opponents arranged for him.

But even if it is empty, Chu is not like other contestants, taking advantage of these days to rest themselves, in order to achieve the best state they can achieve in the game. He still came to the place of the game every day, and then returned to Li Luo after the end of the game.

Li Luo didn't think there was anything unusual, but Zhao Zhang, who was a little slower behind him, looked at Li Luo and Chu innocently, and couldn't help but blink.

He did not think that Gu Tengchen and his apprentices had such good feelings, but in this way, after his plan was successful, he could give Gu Chen a biggest blow.

Thinking of this, the elder Zhao’s lips could not help but sneak a sneer.

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Four days later, the first morning light was picked up in the sky. The stadium in Daqing of Qingyun Zongmen was already crowded. Everyone whispered and talked, waiting for the start of the day.

Because there was never more than two hours before the innocent game, all the disciples were very optimistic about whether Chu was incapable of winning the final victory.

The opponent that Chu has no face to face today is also very good among all the players. However, compared with the strength that Chu had no experience before, he seemed to be a little inferior.

Even so, but the game is not final, I do not know who can really win. Before, there was no opponent with no strength difference, but in the end it was a precedent that the weaker people won.

So for today's game, almost everyone is very interested in the mood.

Li Luo’s heart is naturally not worried about Chu’s innocent loss and win. He believes that with the innocent strength of Chu, it is impossible to lose.

Sitting on the side of Li Luo, the elder Zhao, with a look of the corner of his eye, looked at Li Luo, who still had a light face, but his heart was cold and cold.

Gu Chen, you can keep this abominable expression only now. He did not believe that after this game, Gu Dianchen could still maintain this look as if he was tall.

Are you not the one who loves you the only disciple? Then he will let him fall from the eye-catching top to the muddy abyss.

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After Chu’s disciple, who was the referee of the game, called his name, he flew calmly on the high platform in front.

Followed by him, is a young man in Tsing Yi, whose face looks a little gloomy.

After the young people came to power, the eyes of the sullen eyes stared at Chu for a long time. The whole person seemed to be a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. Just waiting for the referee to announce the beginning, he would open up the poisonous fangs. , rushing to Chu in the past.

Chu Wuzheng, under the gaze of the youth like a skeleton, did not show a trace of uncomfortableness, just like the youth’s uncomfortable sight, just inadvertently, passing the breeze in the ear.

The young man who was originally gloomy, after seeing the appearance of Chu Wushao, the sternness in his eyes became more and more obvious. The disciples who acted as referees announced that the voice of the game had just begun to fall. The sullen disciple named Song Qingyun took his instrument. I saw a silver-colored smoker in his hand. He put the smoker on his mouth and blew it. He suddenly spewed a thick black smoke from the mouth of the cigarette. He only used it. The moment of rest, the whole game table is filled.

The disciples who watched the game under the stage looked at each other and had some sorrow on the face. Now they are all in front of a black mist. How do you watch the game?

Can they say that they can only watch this black fog until the end of the game? What is this pothole's implement ah _ (: з) ∠ _? Can they apply for a group to kill the caster?

When the disciples in the audience mourned, they reached out to the thick black fog of the five fingers. Chu had no panic, and the beautiful face was like a black eye that was infiltrated with the night. Look around, then sit down and sit close, then close your eyes.

Not far from Chu, the Song Qingyun, who looked at Chu Wu’s action, could not help but be more gloomy.

He did not think that Chu Wuzhen would actually be so calm, obviously now that he is in the dark, Chu is innocent. But looking at the innocent look of Chu, it is like this situation, for him, there is no threat at all.

Song Qingyun couldn't help but bite his teeth, and the twilight was darker and unclear. Sure enough, Dr. Zhao said that there is nothing wrong with this person, that is, the biggest resistance that hinders him from getting the first place.

Moreover, as long as he helped complete this task, he would be able to worship under the elder Zhao, and be a pro-disciple of Zhao Elder.

Song Qingyun first put on a pair of special black gloves on his hands, and then flipped the palms a few times. Suddenly, his palm appeared a piece of crystal-clear thing like a glazed piece of faint purple light.

Song Qingyun carefully prevented the debris from touching his skin and holding the debris in his own hands. When he is attacking Chu, there is a way to try to get this piece of debris to touch the flawless skin.

As long as you encounter the skin of Chu's innocent place, this piece will be integrated into his skin, and then the innocent body will emit a weak magic.

The elders and peaks not far from the game table will immediately notice the fluctuation of the magical spirit. At that time, even after a scent, the debris will automatically withdraw from the innocent body of Chu. Explain why he suddenly emits magic.

The only ones that can dispel the magical power are the magical repairs that make the self-cultivators deeply painful and abruptly utterly utterly innocent.

Song Qingyun shook his piece of shell-sized pieces in his hand, and then looked at the innocent direction of the ground sitting on the ground, full of malicious hooks.

Song Qingyun’s other hand was lifted up and put his own smoker-shaped implement on his mouth again. This time the instrument spit out, but it was a thin white mist, and the white mist was not like those just The black fog generally spreads rapidly, but it lingers around the body of Song Qingyun. Soon, the figure of Song Qingyun disappears inexplicably in the thick black mist, and even a little breath has never been left behind.

On the other hand, Chu Wuyi, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the place where Song Qingyun stood, without a trace, and could not help but reveal a slight interest in his eyes. There was only a trace of it, and soon he closed his eyes again, and he was not worried about his current situation.