When did he come?

When did it come on stage?

Is it when I read the letter?

But he is not on the roster, so what kind of cultivator is he?

Ah Jiu's expression changed unpredictably, and everything was caught in Yaoyao's eyes: "Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Ah Jiu stared straight at the victor, Tuoba Yan, who was wearing armor and cupping his fists. The sound of thunder and drums sounded, announcing that Tuoba Yan had won this round.

"Do you know this person?" Yaoyao looked at the center of the field again, and then she realized that it was Zeng Jin's Tuoba General Ping Dinghou. For a moment, Yaoyao didn't know what to say and murmured:

"Could it be that he was the one who won with that move last night?"

"Last night?" Ah Jiu came back to his senses.

"Well, weren't you away for a long time last night? There were five games in total, and one of them was wearing armor. I didn't notice who it was because he was wearing a face shield."

After Yaoyao said this, Ah Jiu came back to his senses and saw Tuoba Yan returning to his seat. The huge venue was so far away that Ah Jiu couldn't see his face clearly.

He murmured: "He has no family or sect."

Ah Jiu got up and left.

"Yaoyao, what are you going to do? It will be you later." Yaoyao called from behind.

"I'll be back soon." Ah Jiu jumped out and landed outside the Dragon Gate. She looked at the dense list of names carefully.

It doesn't matter, Tuoba Yan's name is really among thousands of people, and his sect is the ghost sect.

How can there be such a sect?

Ah Jiu suddenly remembered that Zeng Jin said he was a ghost, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

She returned to the mountain gate again, and outside the venue was the list of winners of the second game.

It doesn't matter, Tuoba Yan actually advanced.

Thinking of this, thunder and drums came from the venue, and Ah Jiu knew that he was going to fight the shaman Naxi.

Let's play a faster game.

Ah Jiu didn't want Tuoba Yan to recognize her for the time being, so she quickly ran to the venue and put the veil on her face. She saw that the girl in purple had already come out of the queue, and the soft whip in her hand was filled with coldness.

The belt on the waist is also interesting, hiding a soft sword. Ah Jiu's gaze moves downward, and the feet are also interesting. There is a piece of blood jade hidden in the heel of the croissant boots.

"Meng Jiuer is dead this time." Zi Ling successfully entered this round with a Tianshu Sword.

Sanjie smiled lightly and said: "Now there is a good show. Meng Jiuer, the future head of the Zixiao Palace, is unexpectedly facing off against the leader of the Shaman."

Zi Ling's expression instantly became full of atmosphere: "Senior Brother Sanjie, can she just take the position of leader? What if she dies at the God Discussion Conference?"

San Jie said nothing.

The soldier on the right held the long knife in his arms and said: "If she wins, she will face me in the next round."

Zi Ling felt relieved when she asked this question. She had colluded with Fu Yong, and it was beneficial to both of them.

Fuyu wanted to take this opportunity to take back the dragon soul, but Zi Ling wanted her to never return.

Otherwise, why would you want to take pictures of him, the youngest person in the free generation? Is it possible that this is just for show?

At this time, the shaman Naxi took out the figure eight steps with a shudder, and the soft whip in his hand moved automatically without any wind.

Ah Jiu thought in his mind that Xiong Liang would be the best in this game. Before this thought could be catalyzed, a call came from the side.

"Jiu'er, that's it!"

I saw Tuoba Yan standing up, raising his hand and throwing over a beautiful handle-like object.

With a bang, it landed at Meng Jiuer's feet.

Ah Jiu frowned and was recognized even though she was wearing a veil. Just as she was thinking in her heart, a strong wind suddenly blew up all around her. As soon as Ah Jiu picked up the magic weapon supported by Tuoba Yan, she was laughed at by "people" wearing grimace masks.

surrounded.

They sang and danced, spitting fire from their mouths, and Ah Jiu jumped out of the circle.

I took this opportunity to look at the thing in my hand. What is this? Why is there a tongue in the arc?

Meng Jiuer touched it carefully - there was a bang!

Meng Jiuer, who was unprepared, was knocked back by the recoil of the pistol, and his body was smashed towards the auditorium like a broken string in the wind.

What the hell is this? Meng Jiuer’s mind is full of questions, why is she still getting angry?

Looking at the venue again, the smell of sulfur suddenly filled the air. Although it disappeared in a blink of an eye, all the people wearing ghost masks disappeared.

Plop!

Ah Jiu smashed it down, and his body went soft.
Chapter completed!