Too Early

The gamblers on the mountain peaks can't help but smile. In this way, hey, but I have to send a copy.

"A bunch of jumping clowns, dare to be proud. If you meet on the battlefield, you will not leave your whole body." On the stage, Wang Shouyin's face appeared bright, and Chong Tai began to teach the people to measure the road.

The people of Zhenyue sent their faces to each other, and they looked at the opposite side of the church and shouted loudly.

"Don't you call it very loudly? How can you not be angry now?"

"Teach a group of people at the beginning, and can't use it."

In the face of these naked ridicules, the early people taught everyone to be angry. But if you lose, you lose. You are willing to gamble and lose. They have nothing to say.

Qin Haoxuan stood on the stage, his eyes were deeply condensed on Wang Shou's face, and there was a rare murder in the pupil.

"Qin Tangzhu, remember this face, wait for a chance, beat me to him!" Little fat man Ge Ducan gathered around Qin Haoxuan, whispered.

Qinhao Xuan faint smile, look that Wang Shou, lightly:. "I'll be sure to punch him."

The sound was not big, but it was clearly introduced into the ears of the Zhenyue faction.

When Wang Shou was proud of it, he heard this and looked at the black-haired young man who was talking, and then smiled coldly.

"Just, rely on you? If you wait for someone who has not been beaten by my Zhenyue faction, I will personally clean you up."

"On your sentence, I want to kill all the Zhenyue opponents in the ring." Qin Haoxuan grinned.

When the people of Zhenyue sent these words, they suddenly laughed and apparently used the words of the young black youth as jokes.

"Come on, come and kill me, I am waiting for you."

"Senior brother, I will leave it to me when I wait for this kid..." Among the disciples who represented Zhenyue, there was a man.

Qin Haoxuan shrugged his shoulders and smiled in the face of the people of Zhenyue. He no longer spoke. The eyes looked at the Huanglong teacher next to him.

On the side of Huanglong, I don’t know why, I rarely lose my usual indifferentness, and my face looks ugly.

His expression fell into the eyes of Qingtianzi opposite, the latter's heart was happy, and the old face had an undisguised smile.

"Oh, Lao Huang, who are you going to send in the second game?" Deliberately, the word "Huanglong" was simply referred to as "Old Yellow."

"I am coming!" Qingtianzi’s voice fell, and a pre-teacher disciple couldn’t hold it, and one jumped into the ring.

"It's a wind brother!"

"I hope the wind brother can win!"

At the beginning, the disciples of the disciples saw the people in the ring, and they were not inspired by the spirit. After all, the wind brother of Shangtai, although the strength is a little worse than Xingshan, but it is also a good hand.

At this time, I saw only the Zhenyue faction, and a figure jumped into the ring with lightning.

The body carries the vague sound of the wind and thunder, and the momentum is bleak.

The man was burly, his face was cloudy, and his eyes shone with cruel and hot light. With a handful of gestures, they all have a strong **** atmosphere.

"Well?" Seeing this person, Qin Haoxuan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and his heart secretly sighed, I am afraid that too early education will be defeated.

Because the person who came is very strong, that is, the Zhenyue-style gray disciple who had just shown him cold and cold teeth and cruel smile.

Upon seeing this gray disciple coming to power, the people of the Zhenyue faction cheered loudly and joyfully.

"Zhao Shixiong, I quickly rushed the rabbits from the early days to go home to eat milk."

"Zhao Yulong, brother, it is estimated that one stroke will win."

"Grey disciples, you are the first to teach a group of weak disciples to be able to compare..."

When I heard the words of the Zhenyue faction, I was a little shocked when I was in the beginning. Zhao Yulong? In the secluded magical spring, it is also the number one. It is said that the record of killing the Mozu has reached 400 people, and it is also a gray disciple. Yingjie in Yingjie is the youngest generation of the Zhenyue faction. character.

Although the wind brother is strong, but compared to Zhao Yulong... but it is worse...

Of course, this is a little bit of an idea that is too early to teach everyone wishful thinking.

On the platform, Zhao Yunlong’s move was a violent tornado method, whistling, to tear the heavens and the earth, directly smashing the shields that the Taishi’s wind brothers hurriedly sacrificed, and the people were directly laid down.

Actually it was said that one person was defeated.

The wind brothers fell down and shy.

"Teaching, has lost two games..." Qin Haoxuan’s voice suddenly sounded in the mind of Huang Long’s real people.

"...not in a hurry, let these kids exercise and see if there is a day outside. They have been killing in the magical springs, and they are rarely frustrated by today's frustrations... Then again, there is your kid behind the temple... No hurry." Huang Long's voice of the church, leisurely responded.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Huang Long’s face is more and more ugly, and he does not say a word.

Taichu is also a silence for everyone, even the little fat Ge Ducan is somewhat depressed.

"Qin Tangzhu, you remember this face, you have to learn from him later. He is Zhao Yunlong, a gray disciple..." Ge Ducan also joined Qin Haoxuan, gnashing his teeth - he is now Qin Haoxuan has been completely regarded as the backbone.

Qin Haoxuan still has nothing to say, just nodded and glanced at Zhao Yulong.

"Well, I will be disabled after the meeting." Qin Haoxuan said indifferently.

This was heard again by the people of Zhenyue School. At this time, everyone was already an idiot, and they rolled their eyes together.

"The second game... oh..." On the peaks around the Starry Sea, the gamblers who had crushed the Zhenyue faction smiled one by one. They like to see such a situation too much.

"How is it possible?" Some people deplore.

The disciples of Jin Xudian, who pressed the Qinghong fairy at the casino, also quietly came over to watch.

Seeing the early education and losing two games, the face is a bit green. He really didn't understand why the Qinghong Fairy must be pressed too early.

Even the rules of the game are unfavorable for the early education, which is really unpleasant.

"...Teaching too early, I have to win two games, so go on, the spirits of the sisters..." The disciple of Jin Xudian secretly clenched his hands and sweated in his hands.

At this time, he couldn't help but look at the camp of the early education. Among the eight disciples who played, the last black-haired youth, Qin Haoxuan.

Although he lost two games in a row, Qin Haoxuan’s face did not change, but stood quietly.

I don't know why, this young black man gave Jinxudian disciples a strange feeling. He couldn't help but think of a thought in his mind: "Sister is very optimistic about this kid, but in case of the early teachings, he lost seven people... Is he capable of turning the tide? It is absolutely impossible, but the Zhenyue faction also has a brown fairy, Di Yunlong..."

I don't know why, the mind of Jin Xudian's disciples has calmed down. As if Qin Haoxuan's calm, gave him some power.

The third game begins.

Everyone in the early days was a little embarrassed, because the people on the opposite side were the Di Yunlong of the Zhenyue faction.

"Haha, I am the first person to play the Yueyue sent to the seedlings. Who can stop at the beginning?"

"Too early education, chicken and dog."

Di Yunlong came to power and taught everyone to be excited.

Di Yunlong sat in the ring, and actually closed his eyes and meditated. He did not look at the disciples who had been taught at the beginning.

When Lingbao real people announced the beginning of the game, the elite disciples who had been in the early stage of the game slammed into the ring, and Di Yunlong’s figure suddenly rose in the storm, and the vagueness seemed to be in the sky.

Numerous runes entangled in the figure, actually completely condensed into a virtual shadow with the spirit of the symbol, the spirit of the extreme, even some of the onlookers of the fairy tree were taken aback.

boom!

The palm of the hand hangs down and directly slams the priestly disciples who have just jumped into the ring.

The fairy tales of the immortality of the immortal, the martial arts condensed with the symbol, were beaten to run the scriptures, and recovered for a long time.

All four are shocked.

It is the first person in Zhenyue’s fairy seedlings. It is really amazing.

After losing three games in a row, Huang Long taught the face to look like an outsider. It was so dark that he was about to drop the ink.

In the latter two games, the people of the Zhenyue faction were crushed and pressed down. Although the latter two bureaus came out, the two strongest people in the Zhenyue faction were the two strongest people. Morale has dropped a lot.

"Qintang master..." The little fat man was filled with indignation, and he had just opened his mouth to Qin Haoxuan, and he was stopped by Qin Haoxuan.

"This is also a disability." Qin Haoxuan faint.

Xiao Fatzi suddenly looked at Qin Haoxuan with admiration - Qin Tang is so hard. I don't know why, he has no doubt about Qin Haoxuan's words.

Since Qin Tangzhu said that he can kill the Di Yunlong, he will be able to be disabled.

His voice was introduced into the ears of Zhenyue, and no one would ever pay attention to Qin Haoxuan. Anyway, the early teachings of the people knew this. At the beginning, there was a idiot with a mouth that was stinky and hard, and had no skill. It’s just that you’ve been disabled.

The fourth game begins.

The morale of the early teachings has been low, and the elite disciples who have come to power have no longer regained their enthusiasm. They have formed a stark contrast with the Zhenyue disciples who took the stage.

This time of the war, the early teaching disciples who were on the scene still did not get rid of the restraint - because of the restrictions of the rules, they could not be killed and shrunk.

Well, after a time of fighting a fragrant, it was defeated.

The fifth game... the sixth game...

The teachings of the early teachings have been defeated one after another. At this time, the morale of the early teachings has fallen to the extreme.

Huanglong’s teachings are already angry in the downfall. “How do you do it? You are not very proud of it. Do you feel that you are strong? How can you not be close to you, and you will be weak? If you go back, the old man must Let you reflect and reflect on it."

His anger made the early warnings of everyone's minds and shyness ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and some could not believe their ears. This... Is this still the usual teaching?

The arrogant heads of the people have been lowered a little bit, especially those who lost, and they are the backbone of the early days. Now I am ashamed to be flushed, and one heart is secretly self-defeating. Going back must be ten times hard to practice.

Qin Haoxuan escaped an inexplicable expression in the corner of his mouth. It is a pity that he is not going to act.

He also saw that Huang Long’s teaching also wanted to rely on this defeat, and he frustrated the arrogance of the elite disciples.

It’s just that such frustration is too embarrassing. In the future, it will definitely be a wake-up call in the future.

"The seventh game is a test, start!" Lingbao real people in the ring.

Then he glanced at the early teachings of the people who were being reprimanded by Huang Long, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Huanglong this time, I really want to plant it completely..." I don’t know how in my heart, I flashed the appearance of the red sword, and it was a sigh: "It’s a pity that a good sword." Even him, it’s true. I don’t have any thoughts on the early education.

The early education has already lost six games, and it is still impossible to return to the sky? Even in the last two games, I was lucky enough to win a game. Can the man face the wheel challenge of the seven people in the second round?

Lingbao does not believe in people, and the people of Zhenyue will certainly not believe.

Near the Chaos Xinghai, the onlookers on the hills, some gamblers have begun to be excited to calculate the bet on the Zhenyue faction, how much can be earned.

Of course, some people are secretly cursing.

The object of cursing is of course too early, including the bosses of the underground casinos in the Xiu Xianjie, and the disciples of Jin Xudian who helped the Qinghong fairy.

They can only earn money if they only win at the beginning.