Bai Biao has his own different perception. The aura of that person is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface. If Lu Leyao still looks carefree, he will definitely suffer a big loss this time.
Suffer?
You can eat anything you want, but you can’t suffer any loss. If you want to suppress her, is she, Lu Leyao, a vegetarian?
Yu Hengxu was not good at words, and even the opening remarks were written by someone else. How could he possibly deliver a lengthy speech like the sect leader did.
It ended with a few scrawled words.
Everyone dispersed, Lu Leyao didn't know what to do, and was pulled aside by Ji Qing who came to find him.
She had felt the situation just now, and had fellow disciples and sisters to answer her questions. At this moment, she was no less anxious than Bai Biao, anxious and annoyed at the same time.
I thought it was Bai Biao who was causing trouble, but I didn't know it was this girl who didn't know how to restrain herself. She thought about the cause and effect, and felt that there was nothing wrong. Even though she took every precaution, she couldn't prevent the villain's behavior.
The disciples retreated to the side, the sound of the machine ring sounded again, ninety-nine arenas rose from the ground, and then the foundation-building masters jumped onto the high platform.
"Ouch! It's Yu Hengfeng! And Lu Yuanniang."
Ji Qing also saw it, with a happy expression on his face.
"Yaoyao, you will go to Arena No. 66 in a moment."
There are two foundation-building monks on each platform as competition judges, and number 66 happens to be these two.
"Isn't this not good?"
"What's wrong!"
Ji Qing doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. As long as it's a normal competition without any favoritism or malpractice, it doesn't matter whoever is the judge. If you go to other arenas, those with impure thoughts will definitely have more opportunities to attack. Yaoyao is another thought.
Simply, how can this be good?
While Ji Qing was still explaining more to her, Fang Fang and Yang Wu arrived.
Ji Qing had long heard of this man's lustful nature and did not want to have too much contact with him, so he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lu Leyao guessed that Sister Ji Qing used the method of short-distance teleportation, which was very powerful for my Qing. It seems that the equation is not a scourge.
"Sister, you are good at improving your cultivation."
"Brother, you are not bad either."
"Hahahahaha..."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The drums were beating loudly, announcing the start of the competition. Fang Fang was going to other arenas to watch the competition. Lu Leyao also had his own place to go and hurriedly handed him the talismans he had prepared.
After going through several arenas, Lu Leyao just refused to go to No. 66.
"If you don't go to Yu Hengfeng, you won't guard the equation, and you don't plan to earn spiritual stones?" Bai Biao couldn't figure out Lu Leyao's plan at all.
"Doing business requires the right time, place, and right people. Look at these people. They all want to get together and beat me up. Do you think it's difficult for me? I think the way to make money is to get to know Master Hengxu well.
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Bai Biao is sure that if you get to know Lu Leyao well, he definitely doesn't mean it literally. His warlike nature is no weaker or even stronger than it.
After turning around, Lu Leyao finally moved to the ring where Fang Fang was, just as Fang Fang came on stage to compete.
The defender looked familiar to Lu Leyao. He felt that he had seen him somewhere before. The monk's memory was very strong. Even if he had no impression of him, he would not forget it in just a few days. This was the person who gave him the message on Xiaoqing Peak.
She kicked the male cultivator away.
The man was holding a red sword, which looked like a fire-attributed magic weapon. The equation was holding a pretentious weapon and a folding fan with landscape paintings on it.
"Junior brother Fang, don't be too arrogant! You can't even bring out a weapon."
The man looked humiliated.
The second generation ancestor is completely confused, let's just fight! I haven't said anything yet, how can I be arrogant? Isn't the folding fan a weapon?
Isn't Jiang Chen, one of the top ten masters in the Qi training period, also playing with a fan all day long? This sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy is really annoying.
Fang Fang was angry.
"Grudge, bitch, hee. If you want to be beaten, I'll beat you. If you don't, get out of here and let the other junior fellow apprentices come up."
When the second generation ancestor was being unreasonable, his posture was no less aura than that of a powerful monk. However, he did not have the strength to compete with each other, and he did not get any respect from others, which only made people hate him.
What's more, the petty man felt that he had been greatly insulted.
"Fang Fang, don't think that just because you have Nascent Soul as your backer, you can insult your fellow disciples in any way. Today I, Song Ming, will let you know what a truly strong person is!"
After saying that, he stepped forward with his sword in hand and rushed toward the equation with violent fire spiritual power.
The overwhelming ferocious aura was no more like a competition between fellow disciples than a life-and-death battle in the black market. Lu Leyao's scalp became tight and he was worried about the equation.
Fang Fang was no longer the playful and smiling second-generation grandfather. His aura suddenly increased. He flicked his fan, turned his body slightly sideways like a roc spreading its wings, and hit Song Ming's waist and abdomen with the folding fan.
Song Ming couldn't dodge such a close-range attack before a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and Fang Fang didn't take much advantage, and was injured on the cheek by his sword energy.
Slap someone rather than slap someone in the face, Fang Fang and Lu Leyao are the same thing, they love their face very much.
"You are living impatiently."
This sentence is what Song Ming wants to say, equation, equation, today is the time to settle the past.
"The Fire Court is ablaze!"
Song Ming's sword became faster and faster, and Zhou Shen formed a dense fire network. With such pure fire spiritual power, Equation could not use wood spells, but his water spiritual roots were the weakest among all spiritual roots.
Even water spells are the weakest. I remembered what Lu Leyao said before leaving. The fire net was already approaching, so there was no time left to struggle.
He quickly found a water-type protective shield and took the talisman given by Lu Leyao on it.
The light blue turns into deep blue in an instant, and its protective properties are no worse than the Dzogchen Foundation-Building Monk's method.
The fire net collided with the protective shield, making a "sizzling" sound. Everyone saw that Song Ming's great method was completely eliminated by the small water-type protective shield.
Damn it! You can really do this? It's not a powerful attack aid. It seems that there is really no foul. The foundation-building senior didn't say a word, so it's no problem.
What kind of talisman is this?
Where can I buy it?
What a good thing!
During the Song and Ming Dynasties, they were busy doing various things, including fireballs, gold bayonets, axes and chisels, and even the use of illegal explosive fire talismans. Fang Fang stayed in the protective shield and was very safe.
"This is not fair. The fight should be a real fight with real swords and guns, so that each other can improve each other's cultivation during the battle." The person who spoke was none other than Jiang Xue.
Lu Leyao was curious, why is this woman everywhere? Do you really think you are the chosen one?
"Senior didn't say anything. Junior sister Jiang doesn't think she said too much."
Jiang Xue had only reached the ninth level of Qi training, and Lu Leyao was only one step away from building the foundation. It was not an exaggeration to call her junior sister. Jiang Xue only felt the burning pain on her face, but she still smiled.