The white-faced ghost is a very gloomy person, both on the outside and on the inside, he is absolutely unlikable.

But he had one good thing, and that was absolute loyalty.

For Huang Luohu is sincere allegiance, so even if he can't look down on a few brain-dead Jindan period monks, he still volunteered to become the first fighter.

Compared to Tiger Roar's simple battle maniac, he obviously knows more about Huang Luohu, so until the drunkard doesn't mean to drink, this three-game two-win battle is not that Huang Luohu suddenly became benevolent and had to give the other party so many chances, but in order to show their strength to other scavengers and forces in the most complete way, the deep meaning of the white-faced ghost is naturally clear.

He looked at Mingyuan with contempt in his eyes, as if looking at a dead man: "Although I don't know where you got such courage to provoke the young master, but soon you just knew that you had made the most wrong decision in your life......"

Mingyuan didn't listen to him finish his words.

If you have this time to talk nonsense, it's better to get him out of the field early.

After all, everyone's time is precious, and even the audience doesn't like such perfunctory discourse duels, and in terms of the style of scavengers, they prefer real guns......

Mingyuan rushed out like an arrow off the string, his figure couldn't be seen clearly, and the whole person almost turned into a silver-white light.

Meteors hit the moon, and white rainbows run through the sun.

Many people were surprised by such a speed, which was beyond everyone's expectations, just by looking at this, it is to know that people are provocative or really have the corresponding ability and capital.

But—

The white-faced ghost is not so easy to deal with, otherwise it would not have broken into the current notoriety among the strong scavengers, if he didn't have the strength, how could he become one of the best doglegs under the absurd Luo Hu.

Although the white-faced ghost was surprised, he was not slow to react.

He is not cultivated in a greenhouse, but a master who has fought in the battlefield, and he has definitely been tempered by iron and blood.

Even if the tiger roars is higher than his talent, as a mildew star, he has no relatives and no friends, Ru Mao drinks blood, is a wild man, or a lonely soul, and then he was brought to the world by Huang Luohu, so the white-faced ghost can die for the young master of Huang Luo Hu at any time and will not frown.

His strength is all based on fighting for his life little by little.

Even if Mingyuan showed a speed that surpassed the Jindan period, he reacted immediately, his footsteps shook slightly, and the whole person swayed left and right, like a wisp of green smoke that dodged Mingyuan's fist.

Mingyuan's fist was wrapped in fist wind, almost even the air was squeezed to the edge, and there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, if it really hit the flesh and blood of a person, even if it was a monk's body that had been tempered for thousands of years, it would probably turn into a mess of flesh, and even if it was a slight injury, it would be a ball of internal organs.

The white-faced ghost escaped, but Mingyuan didn't intend to let him go.

If you can't make a move, you will immediately change your move, and your reaction will be sensitive or even worse than that of a white-faced ghost, if you say that a white-faced ghost is like a ghost of green smoke, then Mingyuan is the lightning flash, like a shadow, fast to the extreme.

and pointed to the sword, that is, the sword qi was swished.

Ning Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and he whispered in surprise: "Hey, this is my no-return sword move, when did he learn it, I have to talk about him well, he didn't get my authorization, how can he use it casually, this is a royalty......"

Qiye, Chen Xuangan, and Ji Du, who had just met next to him, all couldn't understand what she was saying, but they felt that the words and words were very strange, and every word was recognizable, but when combined, they didn't know what they were saying.

The situation in the field made people stunned.

Although there are no rules in the Heavenly Desolate Gladiatorial Arena, but generally speaking, there will still be two cruel words before the war, although it is meaningless, but if it is missing, it seems that there is something missing, so people like white-faced ghosts who don't like to deal with people are subconsciously said a few more words, but unfortunately the other party did not give him any opportunity to fully exert his eloquence.

Just interrupted him directly, which felt particularly aggrieved.

And then if it is the battle after that, then the feeling is not so strong, but the opponent is coming too quickly, it is so that it does not give people a chance to breathe, and the chain moves are coming one after another, and the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes, because no matter how he grits his teeth and wants to fight back, the opponent's speed will also become faster, so it has continued until now, and the white-faced ghost is still in a state of passive beating.

It can even be said that if it weren't for the particularity of his physique and cultivation techniques, he would probably have knelt down at this time, because many of Mingyuan's attacks would have been resolved by his exercises, and the title of white-faced ghost was not taken casually, although partly because of his appearance, but more because of his fighting style, he was simply a ghost, able to attack and hurt others, and his defensive ability was even more swordsman's side, and he had made great progress in virtualization and devouring, so to speak, if he hadn't been here, he would have been defeated by Mingyuan lying on the ground and vomiting blood at this time......

The white-faced ghost felt a pain on the side of his waist, and there was already blood rushing out.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Although I know that the person who challenges the Arrahu must have two brushes, because as long as the other party is not really stupid idiots, they just won't really make such a death-seeking behavior, after all, even if the thing they want to bet on is precious, if they don't have the life to take a normal person, they will also consider the trade-off.

If they dare to do this, they must rely on something, although few people believe that their hole cards can really make a difference.

But when everyone saw an excessively young guy who didn't know anyone, it was just a moment when he had the absolute upper hand, even if it was a white-faced ghost who was a well-known existence among the scavengers in the Jindan period, he was injured, and the scene looked relaxed like a cat playing with a mouse.

All the expressions of the people are similar, jaw-dropping, like clay sculptures and wood carvings.

Araja had a smug expression, but at this time, it was like frost beating an eggplant, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "...... In the next game, Tiger Roar, you can only win and not lose!"

The implication is that if you lose, then you don't have to come back to see him.