boom!

Crack!

Su He, who was practicing, was awakened by a loud noise and looked at the water in confusion.

I heard that the lake is thirty feet deep, and there are still such sounds reaching the bottom of the lake. What is happening above?

Tinghai Lake is his dojo, who would be so presumptuous here?

Su He looked to the side and saw the ugly slave holding a wreath of flowers, frowning slightly, waving her tail slightly, and looking towards the lake in confusion.

The sound disturbed Wang's practice, and she didn't like it.

Su He paddled toward the lake, and Chou Nuer followed closely behind. The sound got louder as he went up, with applause, whistles, and cheers filling his ears.

Su He broke out of the water, and Chou Nuer approached the water. He jumped out of the lake and threw a piece of green leaf, which turned into a small boat. When he fell, he regained his body and stepped on the green leaf boat with his bare feet.

Su He looked around.

I heard that there were more people in Haihu. There were noises from the five arenas at the same time, and the game had already started!

No one told him!

"Big turtle!" A surprised voice called out in the distance. Feng Yaya and Gu Lin were on a small boat, waving to him from a distance.

Seeing Su He, the little girl was very excited. She broke away from Gu Lin's hand, jumped up on the boat, and hit Su He's turtle shell like a cannonball.

The impact was too great and the foreign minister appeared. Feng Yaya was blocked by the foreign minister's mountain shadow. She slid along the mountain shadow like a slide and onto Su He's neck. She held the dragon head and sat on it, laughing happily.

"I went to look for you to watch the game, but I was stopped by Grandpa Ge. He is just a bad old man. He didn't let anyone tell you when the game started." Feng Yaya complained while holding the faucet.

Is it because Master is afraid that he will not be disturbed when his practice is at a critical juncture?

The ugly slave on the green leaf boat next to him looked at Feng Yaya, dumbfounded, and it took him a while to react. Suddenly his eyebrows stood up, and he scolded angrily: "Get down!"

Feng Yaya turned around in confusion: "Whose girl are you from?"

The ugly slave was trembling all over and did not answer Feng Yaya's question: "Get down!" she scolded again.

Feng Yaya tilted her head and held the dragon head: "Why?"

"You, you..." Chou Nu'er pointed at Feng Yaya and her voice was out of tune: "Do you treat the king as a mount or a pet?"

The king is a dragon turtle. How can a dragon turtle be ridden?

There was murderous intent rising in her starry eyes.

Feng Yaya's little face pouted: "No!"

Big tortoises are not pets, big tortoises are not, camels are.

This young lady was so annoying. She snorted and kicked her feet: "Old turtle, let's go up the mountain. We can see clearly from the mountain."

Is this considered jealousy and eagerness to protect the master?

Su He had a strange feeling in his heart, and he whispered to the ugly slave.

Don't think too much, this is your nephew...adopted daughter?

Su He was not sure either. He was the same generation as Su Huanian in terms of seniority, and Feng Yaya looked like a three-year-old girl. She really couldn't afford to have friends of the same generation, so she really regarded Feng Yaya as a younger generation.

Feng Yaya giggled happily.

The ugly slave looked better, his murderous intention slowly receded, but he was still unhappy.

A daughter cannot ride on the king, unless she is his own child.

Su He carried Feng Yaya to Guiyuan Island and climbed to the top of the mountain. The treasure-hunting rat jumped out of the ancient boat and chased after him.

During this time, it has been following Feng Yaya.

There are very few guests on Guiyuan Island today, and all the newly opened arenas have gone to watch the battle. Su He's body shape and status make it difficult to join in the fun, so it is good to watch from the top of Guiyuan Island, which is not far from the five arenas.

Be clear.

The closest place to the west is the fighting stage, where the battle is all about combat power, regardless of swordsmanship or spelling. If you can defeat the opponent, it is a good way. Beside the stage, there are two demon-transforming elders from the Qingyuan Sect standing with their hands down, watching the battle and preventing accidents.

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We are all Taoist friends, and it is not like being beaten to death outside.

You Xu is here as a referee and commentator.

On the stage, a rough man wielding a pumpkin-bronze hammer was confronting a swordsman in elegant clothes. The swordsman's body was elegant and his sword was like a dragon. He had already suppressed the rough man and was unable to resist.

Someone in the audience opened the market and placed bets.

You Xu's sword floated in the air, he sighed and said seriously: "Seniors and fellow Taoists, gambling is wrong!"

Gambling is the most harmful thing to do.

You Xu's words have a certain emotional power and are thought-provoking.

The shouting crowd fell silent for a moment. Some people looked at the bills in hand and the empty storage bags, and felt a little regret in their hearts.

Just when he was at a loss, he saw You Xu paused and suddenly lowered his head: "Junior brother, help me buy Feng Chuanzi's three hundred spirit stones!"

He tried to speak as quietly as possible, but under the sound transmission technique, his voice was immediately heard by everyone on the lake.

The scene exploded for a moment. The audience was yelling at each other and looking for odds to buy Feng Chuanzi. Who couldn’t tell that Feng Chuanzi was going to win with his magical swordsmanship?

The handicap was tightly covered, and I was determined not to sell, but I was forced to sell.

The arrogant man on the stage was insulted. He shouted loudly, dragged his pumpkin hammer and rushed towards Feng Chuanzi. Feng Chuanzi's sword floated out and stabbed the arrogant man's shoulder blade, and the fairy sword came out of his body. Feng Chuanzi's face changed drastically.

The lumpy flesh on the rough man's body seemed to come to life. He clamped down on his fairy sword and hit it with a pumpkin hammer.

boom!

Feng Chuanzi's whole body changed shape, flew out of the ring, hit the water, and floated away.

There was silence around the arena for a moment.

You Xu patted his chest, still panicking: "It's okay, it's okay, I also bought a big three hundred spirit stones."

Comparing the odds between the two, this time they made a net profit of 800 spirit stones.

The island was suddenly filled with shouts and curses, and shady sounds came one after another.

Only the tough guy in the ring looked aggrieved. He was clearly hardened, but no one cheered for him. Even his best friend was waving his ticket and calling out the shady story.

Have you bought Fengchuanzi too?

You Xu was booed and kicked off the ring, but he ran away laughing, looking very happy.

I don't know if it was affected by the noise here, but in the elixir arena on another island, an elixir furnace suddenly exploded, and thick purple smoke billowed in all directions.

Elder Qingyuan, who was guarding the ring, changed his expression, held out a red gourd, and said: "Sick!" The thick smoke seemed to be sucked into the gourd as if it was collapsing.

But the sound of vomiting came one after another.

A stench swayed in all directions along the wind. Not far away on Lingfu Island, a Qingyuan disciple who was competing in the talisman drawing competition suddenly changed his face. With a shake of his hand, the talisman exploded, and a thunder crackled from the sky.

At that moment when the disciple was at a loss, Xian Nuer, who was competing next to him, struck out with his sword and sent the thunderbolt flying away. The thunderbolt hit the island's barrier and was bounced back towards Guiyuan Island.

On the hill of Guiyuan Island, Su He was lying on the top of the mountain, and Feng Yaya was still standing on tiptoes high above the turtle shell.

Crack!

There was a crisp sound.

The whole turtle shone with light.

The mountain shadow receded and Su He felt nothing. Feng Yaya blinked on the turtle shell and cried out.

When thunder came, the mountain shadow of the big turtle only protected the big turtle itself. Forget it, the mountain shadow still held her on the top of the mountain.

Thunder strikes don't hurt, she was born in a thunderstorm, thunder never hurt her, but she feels aggrieved!

Long time no see, the big turtle is accompanied by a young lady who smells like fish.
Chapter completed!