Chapter Seventy-Two: The Game Really Begins!

"Woo woo woo" Accompanied by a whimpering loud and slightly desolate horn sound, Li Yuanzhi woke up with his heavy head in his arms, and the sunspot was so far-sighted! This was Li Yuanzhi's only thought.

"Brother, you can't be lazy, the third level of the martial arts conference will begin. Hua Rongyue looked at Li Yuanzhi with a smile, making Li Yuanzhi feel that the woman who persuaded her to drink yesterday was not Hua Rongyue.

Li Yuanzhi got up, and Hua Rongyue said with a smile, "Brother, you can really drink enough." ”

Li Yuanzhi rubbed his head and thought about it, what did he do?

When I arrived at the square, I saw a sea of people, but I didn't even see a single contestant. It turned out that the contestants had already entered the secret realm. What is a secret realm? That is, the space opened up by man, the space is the space that can be lived by man, and the space that can be opened up is all the power of one party.

Li Yuanzhi silently looked at the projected picture, there were hundreds of people on it, and after many years, Li Yuanzhi realized that for his own sake, how much risk Hua Rongyue took to wait for himself to wake up naturally, and how much pressure he had to wait for him to wake up.

In the empty field, Li Yuanzhi and Hua Langyue stood side by side.

The people on the field were already ready, and Li Yuanzhi still felt that his mental power was a little unstable, but the vitality of the emperors had not diminished in the slightest. This is the essence of the emperor. Li Yuanzhi thinks he can't compare. But Li Yuanzhi doesn't know how many people on the field are holding on to this third and penultimate game, but for many people, this is already the last game. Because this game determines the distribution of places on Dengxian Road, the later games are just rankings. If it's substantial, it's just the amount of the prize for the game.

The white emperor stands in a blue shirt and a white fan, and there are few people and animals around, is this strength? No, this is the momentum, no one dares to fight, and sometimes the momentum is the embodiment of a person's ability.

Devil May Cry and Mordor stood separately, and no one dared to obey them, this was a deterrent, and it was also a detachment of the race, but the Suzaku Holy Maiden was the opposite, there were many demon beasts, like the stars and the moon, this is the difference between gender.

The Buddha's approach made Li Yuanzhi quite puzzled, only to see that he was like a fairy in the dust, and like a golden immortal descending to earth, just like everyone else. Ordinary clothes, even the clothes of the mad monk are not as good, you must know that although the mad monk is poorly dressed, but his clothes are difficult to touch, this is the background, but also the embodiment of the strength of the mad monk, the clothes can cover the sun and the moon!

The arrival of Li Yuanzhi and Hua Rongyue is like a grain of sand in the sea, which has not caused a trace of fluctuation.

Because the real race is only now really beginning, just like the relay race, the last stick is the key!

Li Yuanzhi is not as nervous as he imagined, because the game has never been his focus, but life has never looked at whether he is well prepared, just like you never know that Ming and Accident came first.

The Buddha smiled lightly at Li Yuanzhi, that was his desire for life, was it his wish to cultivate immortals or Buddha?

Dreams, for him who was born as a Buddha, seems to be an extravagant hope, and so is the choice!

Silence is like a contagion, and no one is different.

It's like a plague, there is no way out except to dodge, and everyone at this time is like a roast goose with no way out, except to drive ducks to the shelves, there is no choice, either go on or die1

Even if it is a precious seed of the sect in ordinary times!