"Ji Hen wins."

Wu Xuantong's words were particularly loud.

He had to shout louder, otherwise, I'm sorry for someone's personality.

"Go down and have a rest."

Zhao Yun is kind-hearted and helps Man Teng up. If you fight, it’s better for two brothers.

Man Teng staggered with one step, unable to walk steadily, but still had tears in his eyes and grinning.

Before stepping down, the guy pulled his pants open and glanced in.

"I'm still very sensible." Zhao Yunyu said earnestly.

Just like this, Man Teng didn't step on it, and fell down the stone steps. The blood in his mouth was finally sprayed out. I don't know if it was because he was too severely injured or because his kidney was so painful.

"Oh my goodness."

Su Yu and Sikong Jiannan and other talents rushed forward to support him.

By the way, I also sent my most cordial condolences and wanted to ask Manteng: How is it?

Zhao Yun walked away with his old waist covering his old waist.

It is fake to fight with Man Teng, and it is not injured. It is a pain all over my body after being hammered.

"It is best to leave my younger brother at home when fighting with him."

Looking at Zhao Yun's departure, everyone came up with this truth.

It’s good to put it at home, how safe it is!

If this big guy is, he will probably have a shadow for his whole life.

"Use despicable means to win without force."

Zhao Yun heard too many such words along the way, such as Wei Teng and Zheng Ming, who were not honest. He said so righteously, and he was already at the commanding heights of morality and was criticizing Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, and only glanced at Wei Teng.

With so many people, that guy is the favorite.

I remember you, I won’t make your stomach hurt next time, it will make you feel pain.

"Whether it's despicable or not, he won."

The elders took a deep breath, and the facts also proved that the one who came through the back door was not a minion or a paper tiger. He would be the most handsome dark horse among the disciples of this new sect.

It's just a miserable mantle.

Such a monster disciple is a bit painful to lose!

On this side, Zhao Yun had already found the place to sit down, which was sitting next to Chen Xuan Lao.

"You are so good!" Chen Xuan's beard and glared.

Zhao Yun coughed a mouthful of blood, took out a bag from his arms, and placed it on the gambling table.

Bags! They are used to hold things.

Well, it can also be used to hold silver and notes.

If he wins, he wins again. Are you angry?

"Win, I'll let you win."

Old Chen Xuan was furious, his old face was so bright that he was so bright that he kneaded the flat silver notes into balls, and they were thrown into the bags one by one. Every time he threw one, he would scold him. I worked hard for decades, and you were fucked one by one until before the liberation.

The old man makes some money.

Is it easy?

It's not just his dark face.

Most of the old guys present had their faces as dark as coke.

The silver notes bet on Chen Xuan’s are all theirs, and now they have been put into Ji Hen’s pockets.

So, are you going to crowdfund this?

We are those who donate money.

Zhao Yun disagreed and underestimated that people have to pay tuition fees.

"Will you be remanded?" Zhao Yun had already taken back his purse and the silver notes that were kneaded by Chen Xuan Lao. He spread them out one by one. Silver is a good thing. He could still buy treasures at a discount from the time-honored brand. This surprise may be left to the end. I don't know if this old man admits it or not.

"Boe."

Chen Xuan's teeth were squeaking, and the word "灵" collapsed from the gap between his teeth. When he looked at Zhao Yun, he was no longer as simple as a dark face, and his eyes were about to catch fire.

"Remand me?" Zhao Yun asked casually.

"I don't believe in evil, can you win?"

"That's hard to say." Zhao Yun only focused on sorting out the silver notes. As long as he didn't run into Chu Wushuang in the next round, the remaining disciples, such as Yin Bing Real Body, and the Heavenly Spirit Body, come whatever he wants.

"Lin Xie, Mo Dao, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong's words pulled the spectators' eyes from Zhao Yun to the battle platform.

Lin Xie took a deep breath and stood up with a break.

"What do you mean? You still have to fight?" Sikong Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

"It's a rare battle, I also want to try the power of the ink sword." Lin Xie smiled.

"Okay, you're a man." Everyone gave a thumbs up. This guy is tough enough.

"My disciple abstained."

Before Lin Xie could come to power, he heard an elder speak.

Nai Mo Dao's master said this for Mo Dao.

After hearing this, too many people looked back. Even Zhao Yun, who was counting money, subconsciously looked at the strength of Mo Dao. He was a first-class monster. Why did he abstain from the seriously injured Lin Xie?

After seeing it, many people frowned.

It’s not their fault, but the ink knife that was carved was not in good condition, like a statue sitting there, with a white face without blood, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and the pain between his eyebrows was hard to hide.

It was obvious that he had injuries on his body, and it was a very serious injury.

And his master was healing him at this moment, and then he said the words of abstaining from power.

"What power, what a strong backlash."

Zhao Yun murmured lightly, although it was far away, he could see the state of Mo Dao clearly. There was an extremely terrifying force running around in his body. Mo Dao could not suppress it at all, let alone fighting. The delusional true energy was to damage the foundation and he could only abstain from it. Fortunately, Mo Dao still has a chance to be resurrected.

What he lacks is time to heal, and abstention is also

A helpless move.

"Lin Xie. Victory." Wu Xuantong announced the result.

"Can you advance?" Su Yu pulled the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xieze coughed dryly, which he had not expected, but he encountered the ink knife to heal his wounds.

Really, luck is coming. I can't stop it. ??

Yin Hun's face was not very good-looking.

It doesn’t matter if you lose half a move, but the ranking is far from Lin Xie.

"Today, shouldn't this round be started?" Looking at the healing Mo Dao, Wu Xuantong muttered. Look at the condition of Mo Dao, it's difficult to play in the resurrection game, what is missing is the time for healing.

After closing his eyes, he continued to call for someone.

Mu Qinghan followed up and stepped onto the battlefield.

Luck is also part of her strength. She is lucky this time. She is not very strong in the fight. Although she can't fight Liu Ruyue, she can still beat this person and advance strongly.

She is more than the only one who is lucky.

Qingyao, who came up later, was a song of Qinglian, amazed the audience and advanced as she wished.

As for Mu Zhaoxue, it was a bit difficult to win, but he still entered the next round.

The orchid did not show its mountains and did not reveal itself, and it defeated a disciple with great strength.

In the following few games, there was no situation where the two strong men met, such as the Buddhist Prajna, Yin Bing Zhen Body Han Xue, and Liu Ruyue, all of whom were extremely powerful monster disciples, and they all advanced without any suspense.

At this point, the first half of the third round came to an end.

Thirty-five people participated in the battle, eighteen advanced, and the remaining seventeen people will participate in the resurrection competition. Many of them have used the opportunity to resurrection. Putting aside those people, only eight disciples left to the stage.

It is worth mentioning that Man Teng's walking posture is a bit strange.

I was hit hard in a certain part, but it was still hurting so hard that I was crying.

"Boy, wait for me."

When passing by Zhao Yun, Manteng's big face was extremely dark.
To be continued...