Under one person: An eight-year-old thunderstorm shocked the Heavenly Master

"How can this be?" Zhang

Junyi muttered to himself in the audience.

"What, Junyi, are you cold?" Zhang

Lingyu reached for his collar.

"Let's play!" Zhang

Junyi ignored him.

He was puzzled.

How come there is only Xia Liuqing's soul

? What about Barron and Lu Liang?

It stands to reason that after a person dies, there will be a saying about the first seven.

Feng Zhenghao, that old boy, also said it when he showed him the 'Detention Spirit'.

But when he used the 'Detention of Gods and Sending Demons' just now, he only caught Xia Liuqing's soul.

What a strange thing

! Neither of these two people died?

Damn

! Careless!

'Liuku Immortal Thief' and 'Shuangquan Hand' can be reborn in flesh.

When I split them, I only used one-thousandth of my strength, and my strength was a little weaker.

Zhang Junyi was quite annoyed.

They should have gotten rid of their passive ones first

! Count them lucky!

Now they should have been frightened and ran away to the point where they don't know.

Zhang Junyi didn't bother to pay attention to the two little Karami.

Zhang Junyi's voice came out of Xia Liuqing's ears.

"Who, you go over now, beat that kid up.

"Just don't kill him, just break his bones." "

Xia Liuqing:"?"

"Who is talking?" "

Why is there so much nonsense, believe it or not, I have scattered your soul now." In

the next second, Xia Liuqing's voice and shadow dimmed a lot.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Xia

Liuqing felt that his soul was dissipating, and he didn't dare to say more, and flew towards Wang He.

He rolled up his sleeves.

The king, who was lying on the ground, was really vomiting blood at this time.

"Don't, don't come here

!" "What about the referee, Feng Xingtong said he surrendered just now!" The referee

scratched his ears and looked at the white-haired little Zhengtai with a confused face.

"You were going to surrender just now?"

Feng Xingtong let out an "ah" sound, and then shook his head again and again.

I don't know what the situation is, but it's clear that the spirit is helping him.

"No, I'm getting ready to show off my skills!"

said Feng Xingtong, pretending to shout.

"Go!"

Xia Liuqing also had a surge in muscles all over his body at the same time, and his spirit body no longer floated as if it had gained weight.

He fell to the ground.

was originally a dry old man, but in the next second, he became a muscular hunk.

The clothes on his body were stretched open by muscles.

Only one pants remained.

It's as muscular as Arnoswassinger.

Feng Xingtong: "Huh?"

"I didn't do anything

!" "You now have the power of the power of the speed double A, kill that kid for me!" Zhang

Junyi's words popped up in Xia Liuqing's ears again.

He also felt it, and he became stronger.

So the muscular hunk walked up to Wang He.

Wang Ji only felt that his stomach was overturned, as if he had just been hit by a car.

Looking at the sturdy man now, he was even more frightened.

At this time, he crawled backwards again and again.

"Referee, I'll vote..."

Before he finished speaking, a mud block on the ground flew up and directly blocked his mouth.

"Ora!" Xia

Liuqing shouted.

At the same time, a punch was smashed into Wang He's face.

Wang He's nose suddenly turned crooked.

Hmm?

Feng Xingtong was puzzled.

Ora

? That spirit is not from China?

Similarly, Xia Liuqing was also very puzzled.

Ora

, my sister wanted to say that!

He felt it, it was the one who controlled him, the order he had set for himself.

Every time Ping A, such onomatopoeia is pronounced.

The king was punched and knocked away, and rolled and rolled on the ground.

Xia Liuqing rushed over and punched again.

"Euler!"

the king flew into the sky.

Xia Liuqing made a big jump and caught up with Wang He, who was like a kite with a broken string.

"Ora Ula Ula Ula Ula Ulla!"

he punched the king from heaven to the earth.

"Ora Ola Ola Ola!!"

The fist of the muscular hunk Xia Liuqing was about to come out of the afterimage, and the venue was dusty.

"Surrender, my king has surrendered!" Wang

Ai appeared in the audience panting.

He heard Ma Zai's report and hurried over.

"Ora Ola Ola Ola !!Ora"

In the dust and smoke, there was only Xia Liuqing's voice.

The referee glanced lazily at Wang Ai.

"Oh, old man Wang..."

Are you sure you want to surrender?"

"Ora Ola O!!la

Ora" Hearing that voice, Wang Ai's eyes turned red with pain.

"Sure, sure

!" "End the game!" The

referee still slowed down.

"If you surrender, will your good grandson lose

?" "Do you want to ask his own opinion?"

"OulaOulaOulaOula!!"

Wang jumped up and shouted.

"No need to ask, surrender!"

"Oh...",

the referee nodded.

"Eula

, Ola, Ola, Ora, Ola, Ola, !!" "Ahem

, cough, cough....""I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I had a little cold yesterday. "

The king and surrender

!" "The winner of this game is...""

Cough cough cough, cough cough!" Wang

Ai covered his heart, and Ma Zai saw it and hurriedly helped him.

"Tell me, say it!" he

roared.

The referee was satisfied when he saw Wang Ai's anxious appearance of wanting to die or live.

"The winner of this game is Feng Xingtong!" accompanied

by the referee's words, and the undulating sound of 'Ora' disappeared.

There was silence in the venue.

As the billowing dust and smoke dissipated, a large pit in the shape of a human appeared on the ground.

Wang Ai hurriedly jumped off the venue.

He looked anxiously into the pit.

Then his eyes went black and he fainted.

The horses also jumped off the venue.

At this time, when they saw Wang He in the big pit, they were secretly refreshed.

At this time, the king's facial features were beaten to the side, and blood was gushing out.

And his limbs were crooked, like a torn doll.

"Sir, sir, are you alright?" asked

one of the men who was pinching Wang Ai.

"Wow!"

Wang Ai woke up.

"Good grandson!"

he shouted.

"Save my grandson!" the

horses heard and nodded hurriedly.

One of them stretched out his hand to touch Wang He, but as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, he heard Wang He's groans of pain.

"Don't move

!" "Broken, broken

!" "Call someone, call someone!" Ma

Tsai scratched his head.

"Young master, everyone is here..."Wang

He looked at the horse boy with weak eyes.

Relatively speechless, only Wang Ai shed a thousand lines.

Suddenly, the audience erupted in cheers.

"Okay!

" "Wonderful, so exciting

!" "Feng Xingtong, play beautifully

!" "It's a hearty game, it's a wonderful game

!" "Is this the legendary 'Detention General', terrifying

!" "Bang Bang Bang!"

The audience spontaneously began to applaud.

The corners of Zhang Junyi's mouth also showed a smile.

He got up silently, ready to leave, hiding his merit and fame.

"Junyi, are you really cold?"

"It's okay, senior brother has a lot of clothes, senior brother is not afraid of freezing!"

Zhang Lingyu saw it and wanted to take off his clothes again.

Zhang Junyi's head is full of black lines.

"Senior brother, stay where you are cool!".