"Is it okay?"

As soon as he got off, Tian Xiaorou helped Tian Lu to the side, leaned against a big stone, and kindly comforted:

"Don't care, isn't it just a loss? Let's win back next time!"

"Um…"

Although Tian Lu, who lost like this for the first time, was still a little unwilling to accept the facts before her, she had to choose to accept it.

It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Qing Liu suddenly stepped forward and handed over a light red pill.

"Hold it and eat it."

"This is?"

"Rehabilitation pill is good for the body."

"Oh...thank you senior sister!"

Tian Xiaorou took the pill for Tian Lu and stuffed it into the latter's mouth.

A moment of effort.

Tian Lu's face gradually turned pale from the pale just now to a little bloody color.

Moreover, Tian Xiaorou no longer needs to support her.

In response, Tian Lu cast a grateful look at Qingliu.

Faced with the gratitude of the junior sister, Qingliu didn't care, but instead asked:

"How is it? What are you getting?"

"Um……"

Tian Lu thought about it and was about to say something when the voice of the referee on the ring suddenly reached their ears.

"Whose spiritual pet is this chicken?"

chicken?

chicken!

chicken!?

The three girls turned their eyes to the ring almost at the same time.

As a result, it was obvious that a young yellow chicken, who had not yet grown up, was swaying onto the ring and stood opposite the boy with a hammer.

At this time, the voice from the referee of the ring sounded again.

"Whose spiritual pet is this?"

"Hey! mine! I..." Tian Xiaorou greeted quickly.

But as Tian Xiaorou greeted her loudly, Qingliu's hand also grabbed her arm.

He said anxiously:

"No...don't..."

"What's the matter?"

Tian Xiaorou turned her head in confusion.

As a result, Qing Liu's defeated expression was met.

Qingliu said helplessly:

"You are stupid! You must be successful if you apply the rules of the ring!"

"It's okay if you don't agree. They can still drive your chicken off the ring, but you agree..."

The following words are self-evident.

When Tian Xiaorou heard that she was going to fight on the ring, she was stunned.

From beginning to end, she never considered going to the stage to fight with people.

Even if I know I will fight later, that is not what I have done today.

"Woo...what to do, what to do..."

Tian Xiaorou pulled Qingliu's arm anxiously and asked anxiously:

"Senior sister, my good senior sister, is there any way to not fight..."

Just when she was anxious, the referee on the ring spoke again:

"The spirit beast will be regarded as participating in the competition."

"Who is in the audience? Come up quickly!"

With this shout, Tian Xiaorou became even more weak and she was so bitter.

After a while, with the encouragement and comfort of Qingliu and Tianlu, she reluctantly walked onto the arena.

Seeing someone walking onto the ring again, Luo Shichen opened his eyes again, looked straight at Tian Xiaorou without any joy or sorrow, and said:

"Xiaohuafeng, Luo Shichen."

"Mei Ling, Tian Xiaorou..."

Tian Xiaorou replied with a regular gift.

But no one knew at this time that Tian Xiaorou was ready to admit defeat.

As long as you start fighting, you will give in.

She didn't believe it, the other party's speed was as fast as she would admit defeat!

However.

An unexpected occurrence.

Just as the referee prompted the competition to begin, Tian Xiaorou opened her mouth and was about to speak.

The figure of the chicken disappeared from her.

Next second.

When the figure of the chicken appeared again, it had already arrived in front of the wooden hammer boy Luo Shichen.

"bass!!"

A crisp collision sound pulled Tian Xiaorou out of her daze.

I saw the cute and tender chicken cub gently slashing the wooden hammer in Luo Shichen's hand with its palm-sized chicken feet.

Then.

In everyone's sight, the wooden hammer was divided into four, and the whole was scattered on the ring.

"Pu"

As the sound of the wooden hammer falling to the ground came out, Luo Shichen suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood, and then half-kneeled on the ground.

He looked at the little rooster in front of him with an incredible look on his face.

"You, you, what kind of chicken are you??"

"Gugugugu...(Fighting cock, are you afraid?)"

After landing, Lu Shan was very disdainful to give Luo Shichen a butt, and then walked back slowly.

Now.

The whole ring was lively in an instant.

The "War Cultivator" who was able to fight tricks just now was defeated by a chicken in just a few breaths.

That's a "war cultivation"!

The combat monk with the best combat power at the same level.

It was so easy to fall on a chicken that was still a foot tall.

Is this chicken a special breed?

People around the ring were talking, but the people here were basically disciples whose cultivation was lower than that of the General Qi Realm.

Limited vision.

Almost no one could see the background of this chicken, except for referee Zhang Zhihao.

As a cultivator of the Matrix Realm who has been in the art for more than 20 years, although his cultivation level is not high, he has studied some strange beasts in the side.

So he could barely see the bloodline of this chicken.

Quick, sharp, aggressive...

"Good stuff..."
To be continued...