"It's against you!" Xiao Lan was angry when she saw Luo Yu's appearance, her hands were crossed on her hips, and her eyes were even more angry at Luo Yu.

The momentum on his body quickly decayed under the surprised gaze of everyone, and Luo Yu, who was extremely fierce before, suddenly nodded and said weakly: "I'm just pretending, don't be really angry!"

"Tell you to pretend, tell you to pretend!" Xiao Lan was really angry, kicked Luo Yu in the stomach, kicked Luo Yu to the ground, and then stepped forward and punched and kicked.

And Luo Yu didn't even resist, just protected his face and the vital point, looking like a prawn, constantly struggling on the ground, and screaming like a pig in his mouth.

"Who the hell is this!" Seeing the red-haired man who was extremely fierce before, but now wailing under the hands of this short dwarf, everyone looked at Xiaolan's eyes full of jealousy.

"See if you dare to be powerful with me!" Retracting her hands and feet, Xiaolan looked at Luo Yu, who was still struggling and wailing on the ground, couldn't help but smile, and said sharply: "Don't shout, hurry up for me!"

The struggling body stiffened, Luo Yu stood up from the ground in a hurry, with a flattering smile on his blue nose and swollen face, and kept saying, "Don't dare... Don't dare...."

"That's pretty much it!" clapping his hands, Xiaolan's arms opened slightly, and his whole body showed a state of extreme relaxation.

Seeing Xiaolan's appearance, Luo Yu grinned, half-squatted and hugged Xiaolan in his arms, and then walked towards a corner.

Leaning his head skillfully on Luo Yu's chest, Xiaolan let out a soft snort comfortably, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a satisfied smile.

"Get out!" Walking to the corner of the platform, Luo Yu looked at the dozens of monks sitting here, let out a cold snort from his mouth, and there was a faint red glint in his eyes when he looked at several people.

"We remember you!" Look at Luo Yu, looking at Xiao Lan in Luo Yu's arms, who looked like he didn't care about himself, the monks glanced at each other, but no one dared to make a move at Luo Yu, and scolded secretly and walked towards other places.

"Now that you and I are almost powerful, it will be too convenient to compete for a while!" With a wanton smile on his face, Luo Yu's voice towards Xiaolan was unusually calm.

"Why are you taking me to Liwei, can't you just find another monk?" After sitting down, Luo Yu looked at the bright eyes of Xiao Lan on his lap and asked seriously.

"Because I really want to try what it's like to beat you up!" A strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and Xiaolan said to Luo Yu full of anticipation: "It's so cool to see you wailing under you, I must come a few more times when I have time in the future!"

"Good you little villain!" A gentle smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, Luo Yu squinted and scratched Xiaolan's nose, and Xiaolan didn't dodge, the smile on his face became even happier.

"I'm about to throw up, what the hell..."Seeing this scene, a monk shook his mouth and hurried back, and an inexplicable chill hit his heart. Two ugly and explosive faces flirt together, and ordinary people really can't accept it.

Sensing the reaction of the people around them, the smiles on Luo Yu's faces became more and more intense, and they didn't care about the people around them, talking and laughing quietly, completely as if they didn't exist.

Time passed quietly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye, and in the past three days, more than twenty monks from the peak of the Mist Realm came to the platform, although they were curious about why everyone was so far away from Luo Yu and the others, but none of them wanted to try to get close.

"First of all, thank you for coming to Molten Fire City, I believe that you have already heard about the battle in the spirit pool, and I will not talk nonsense, there are a total of fifty-five Taoist friends present, divided into five groups, and finally five people enter the spirit pool!" The young man in the black and red armor appeared on the platform without a hint, and said in a flat tone.

"Can there be five people entering the spirit pool?" As soon as the young man's voice fell, an old man dressed in black then asked, his tone full of surprise. The news that everyone heard before did not say that five people would be selected in the end.

"Isn't the five people present having a better chance of entering the spirit pool?" Shrugging his shoulders, the battle-armored young man glanced at Luo Yu without a trace.

"Bang!" As soon as he clapped his palms, a young man in a gray robe appeared in front of everyone holding a large box.

"Fellow Daoists can go to the box to grab the serial number, the same serial number is a group!" the young man said very clearly, and as soon as the words fell, a big man grabbed a black and red ball from the box, and three characters were written on the ball, which was extremely conspicuous.

Looking at Luo Yu, the gray-robed young man in front of him, he smiled, with a look of indifference on his face, and grabbed it at random, and a round ball with one written on it appeared in Luo Yu's hand.

"It would be interesting if I caught the number one too!" Xiao Lan muttered, and after seeing the ball in his hand, he exhaled a long breath, and the ball was written on the five.

"Because of the urgency of time, the game adopts a melee, and those who are knocked off the platform or automatically admit defeat are disqualified, and the one who wins in the end is the one who enters the spirit pool!" After the young man in the battle armor finished speaking, his body disappeared on the platform in a flash, and he said indifferently: "Please a group of monks, go up and compete!"

"It's almost rusty when you stay!" Putting down Xiaolan, Luo Yu made a crisp sound in his body, laughed wildly, and rushed to the platform in three steps.

"Hmph!" a slender-eyed old man let out a cold snort, and the black light on his body flashed, and he flew towards the platform.

"Get out of here!" The red hair was windless, dancing wildly behind him, Luo Yu roared, and his body flashed to the edge of the platform, and the old man who flew to the platform flew away with a punch.

"You're foul!" A woman in red who was also assigned to a group in the audience saw this, her face was frightened, and at the same time she said to the young man in the battle armor: "This person has committed a foul!"

"There are no rules, the victor is the victor!" said the young man, squeezing the woman's face, in an indifferent tone.

"This is the point in the demon world, thieves are happy!" sighed in his heart, Luo Yu yelled at the monks who were assigned to a group: "This place Lao Tzu wants, the one who doesn't open his eyes dares to fight, so ask Lao Tzu's fist first." ”

"Don't be arrogant, there are so many of us, practice to solve you first!" The nine people in the audience glanced at each other, they all understood each other's intentions, and first practiced to solve the strongest Luo Yu, although several people were starting to fight.

"You haven't even been on the platform, are you qualified to shoot at me?" A cold light flashed in his eyes, Luo Yu looked up to the sky and laughed with disdain, not afraid of everyone at all, the momentum exuded by that majestic body was really a little bit, the meaning of the god of war descending to earth.

"Do it!" Seeing that a few people still didn't make a move, Luo Yu glared and shouted angrily: "Do it, Lao Tzu is desperate to kill a few of you, come!"

Seeing Luo Yu's increasingly wanton appearance, the nine people had hesitation in their eyes, and they all looked like they were frowning, wanting to know if Luo Yu really didn't want to die, or if he had some powerful means.

"Still not yet?" Luo Yu, who was proud in his heart, the expression on his face turned red as if he had been humiliated, his majestic chest rose and fell, and his rich chest hair was like a burning flame, constantly stimulating everyone's tense nerves.

"If he doesn't make a move, he will win!" said the young man in black and red armor in a deep voice. Who knows how long those nine people will hesitate, Luo Yu can't wait, and others can't.

"I'm fighting with you!" An old man in a gray shirt had a flushed face, two dim green lights shot out of his soybean-like eyes, and a gray-green beast tooth-like magic weapon appeared in his hand, and he hit Luo Yu.

"Click!" A layer of green light appeared on his hand, Luo Yu clenched the beast fang, and with a low roar, the beast tooth was broken in Luo Yu's hand.

"Poof~" The aura was so rudely destroyed by Luo Yu, the old man in gray opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly became as white as paper, and he said weakly: "I admit defeat!"

"Just with the strength of the flesh, you can crush the high-grade spirit weapon, what kind of monster is this!" Seeing that Luo Yu had no trace of damage, and his big rough hands like a fan, everyone's eyes were full of horror, and the remaining few people looked at each other, full of unwillingness, and said in unison: "I admit defeat!"

"Boring!" With a lack of interest on his face, Luo Yu waved his hand, and then walked in front of the young man in black and red armor.

"Domineering friends, please go aside and wait for a while, after the other groups of winners are also selected, you can enter the spirit pool!"

"Hmm!" Nodding, Luo Yu wandered to the place where he was before, and sat cross-legged beside Xiaolan.

"Good job!" Lying on his back in Luo Yu's arms, Xiaolan raised his head and exclaimed.

"That's nature!" The expression was extremely proud, and as he spoke, Luo Yu's eyes were fixed on the eleven monks who walked to the platform.

There was no one in the second group of monks like Luo Yu, they all stood on the platform, and started a scuffle, for a while, the aura was wanton, the magic was pervasive, and the spiritual weapons were flying all over the sky, and the scene was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell who was who, and the last second was still attacking this monk, and the next second was immediately defending against the attacks of others.

"Interesting!" Just like watching a big show, Luo Yu and Xiaolan watched it with relish, and let out a weird scream from time to time, as if cheering.

After an hour later, the flickering aura of the platform gradually dissipated, and finally only an inconspicuous-looking, panting young man in black was still standing in the middle of the field, and the others were crawling or lying, and even worse, there were huge shocking wounds on their bodies.

"What is this fellow Daoist called?" the black-armored young man arched his hand at the black-clothed young man, and then asked.

"You Ping!" the young man in black arched his hand, then walked to a corner, swallowed a pill and breathed, looking like no one should enter.

"It's not easy!" Looking at the black-clothed young man named You Ping, a strange light crossed the depths of Luo Yu's eyes, and then disappeared.

"The third group of competitions, start!" After all the people on the platform came down, the black-armored young man said softly, and as soon as the words fell, there were eleven rays of light of different colors, and he came to the platform in the blink of an eye.