Bai Biao was so arrogant that he didn't think he had done anything wrong. Although Fatty was powerful, those little devils were not good birds either. He had to watch and learn from them and find a soft-footed shrimp as his opponent.
Lu Leyao pinched Bai Biao's neck hard, wishing to strangle this idiot to death. Bai Biao still looked like a bully who despised the boss of Cangqiongtian and his second son. Lu Leyao seemed to be an unfilial son.
"You are really capable, right? I can't cure you, right?"
"Ouch!" Bai Biao raised his head. This is an ironclad fact. How can a fat man stand it?
Lu Leyao pulled the fairy rope and tied Bai Biao tightly.
"Junior sister, don't do this?"
"Quick, quick... the battle is about to begin!"
The fight was about to begin, and there was nothing unusual about Lu Leyao and Bai Biaojian Tian'er fighting. They were more concerned about Ling Yuntian's fight with Ji Qing.
Lu Leyao took out a wine jar and slapped the mud seal on it. The smell of wine, carrying the fragrance of peach blossoms, went straight to Bai Biao's taste buds. Mr. Biao's eyes widened. This was the secret of the little peach blossom.
Wine made from peaches.
It’s also the true love that Uncle Biao can’t get.
Lu Leyao pinches the magic formula with his hands, and the light of the runes takes shape.
"seal up!"
Bai Biao opened his mouth wide and opened and closed, but couldn't make any sound. Lu Leyao sealed his mouth, which has the sense of taste and smell, so that he can see and smell, but he can't eat but can't curse. It's too vicious.
Drinking a large jar of wine was not to drink away her sorrows. Lu Leyao was used to being free and easy, so she didn't know what sorrow was. She did it just to make Bai Biao angry, and the jar of wine "clanged" and was thrown off the cliff for her.
Such a large jar of wine weighed twenty kilograms, but Lu Leyao only blushed slightly. This is the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. He was not drunk, and when he took out another jar, he gurgled as if drinking cold water.
, the spiritual energy in the body keeps churning, Hongmeng Tyrant Technique runs automatically, continuously compressing and generating tangible spiritual energy.
After opening another jar of wine, this kind of spiritual energy compression was formed again.
Finally reached a critical point.
"Boom!" Lu Leyao's cultivation level actually broke through to the sixth level of foundation building, and he was still going to 70% of the foundation building. It was not appropriate to break through. Lu Leyao compressed the spiritual power in his body with all his strength.
It's impossible to be drunk. The labor and management are definitely not drunk yet, and they can still kill a jar. I had an idea in my mind, so I did it. I slapped the mud seal and another jar of wine was held in my hand.
The fat girl's face was already drunk, and her eyes were blurred. She didn't know whether she was drunk alone when everyone else was awake, or whether she was awake alone when everyone was drunk.
Even though she was so drunk, she still knew how to pick up Bai Biao and stagger to the competition platform in the east. The white Taiqing disciple uniform was the guiding light, and Lu Leyao was looking for the white dress on the platform.
Go.
Bai Biao's paws were lowered and his head was drooping. After drinking, Lu Leyao had no doubts about the two idiots. He simply had no eyes to see, so he simply sealed the calculation balls for his other five things. Out of sight, out of mind.
"I don't know which peak's senior sister is so powerful." Taking advantage of her round figure, she rushed left and right and squeezed her way to the front of the ring.
"I, I, I remembered, isn't this the senior sister from Zongwu Peak? What is her name? I can't remember it."
"Senior Sister, this is Senior Sister Zhang Fengluan from Taiqing Dynasty." Lu Leyao followed the voice and looked over, and saw an ordinary-looking, burly male cultivator. He was quite kind-faced.
Where have you seen this person before?
When the male cultivator saw that the person coming was Lu Leyao, who smelled of alcohol and seemed to have drunk a lot, he quickly backed up and tried to run away.
"Zhang Fengluan? What a good name!"
The male cultivator had no chance of escaping, but Lu Leyao actually threw out a vine and wrapped him back up.
"Junior brother, don't leave in a hurry. From what you say, you are my Taiqing disciple. Do you know who Senior Sister Zhang's opponent is? She is quite good-looking, but she looks a bit too fierce. At first glance, she is not a good person. Labor and management are still
I prefer someone like Ji Qing."
Li Kui was almost furious. Why did he and Lu Leyao have such a deep relationship with each other? Why did they secretly see Dabi in different ways and pretend to be different, but they could meet this disaster star.
"Where is this ugly monster? You can argue with me about the Young Palace Master of the Blood Evil Palace. You should die!" A fist as big as Shui Piao hit Lu Leyao's door with a strong wind. Li Kui wanted to help.
, almost staggered by Lu Leyao's kick.
"If you dare to compete with labor and management for a head, just wait and see!"
Lu Leyao threw Bai Biao away, retracted the fat vine, ducked to avoid the oncoming fists, and the fat vine shot out and directly hit the opponent's face. Damn it for daring to hit the master's face. He slapped that person twice.
His face was already a bloody mess, and Lu Leyao kicked him off the cliff with one swift kick.
"Which of you is coming?"
The monk who was beaten was a cannibal wood-powered ghost. He was eight feet tall and weighed a thousand kilograms. His brute force was unmatched by anyone, yet he was kicked away by a girl who was many times smaller than him.
"Since you don't dare to come, go ahead and don't disturb my aunt watching the fight, or she will kill you!" Lu Leyao drank all the wine in one gulp, threw the wine jar down the cliff, and embedded the Chongtian Sword deeply.
The ground supported a somewhat shaky body, and the rough look on his face made his beautiful red phoenix eyes turn into big copper bell eyes.
Regardless of whether they were Taoist cultivators or demonic cultivators, they all took a big step back, leaving a large vacuum area. Seeing that Li Kui was about to run away again, Fat Teng followed his master's will and tied him back again.
I'm about to cry, why can't I let him go?
At this time, the fighting in the arena was very fierce.
The blood evil female magic weapon is called the Yin Yang White Bone Whip. It is made from the bones of pure yang and pure yin elixir-forming monks. Its body is completely snow-white, and it emits shadow flames like will-o'-the-wisps. Once it burns to a person's body, nothing but
If you remove the flesh ruthlessly, it will burn the monk's body like maggots attached to the bone until it turns into ashes.
The blood evil girl's whip danced like a snake, cunning and fierce. No matter how hard Zhang Fengluan dodges, she still uses the weapon to shake her. There are times when the flames cut off her arm.
All the disciples of the Taoist sect shouted! What should we do? Zhang Fengluan is also a well-known foundation-building monk. He is only one step away from entering the pill formation. The one who climbed up on the corpses of countless losers is not the main gate of the sect.
An embroidered pillow that never leaves your home.
Without hesitation, she scraped it away with a ruthless sword. The bone was visible, and the piece of flesh was cut off deeply by her. Zhang Fengluan's left arm was dripping with blood. Everyone was horrified by Zhang Fengluan's decisive killing character, and their hearts were palpitating.
The viciousness of the Blood Fiend's magical weapon.
Lu Leyao roared with rage: "Senior sister, fuck her to death, fuck her to death!"
The bone whip came quickly again, Zhang Fengluan threw the magic sword to fight with it, and quickly retreated. With the summons of his heart and mind, the storage bag opened and flew out of the first-level magic weapon.