"That-ghost hunter, you really don't plan to change it?" asked Desert Weather tentatively again.

"Why? This is very good!" the ghost hunter asked with a frown.

"This!, or not!" Huang Tianhou didn't have anything to say anything about this matter, the reason why he was verbose was because the ghost hunter was a martial artist recommended by himself after all, and when he went out dressed as a "turtle", others looked at his face and felt a little uncomfortable.

However, he saw that the ghost hunter really liked this "turtle shell", and when he thought about it, his husband was informal, so he had no choice but to accept it, not to mention that he still had money to take!

In fact, the ghost hunter can not wear armor at all, just to protect the warriors, the Emperor of the Wild Heaven once personally ordered that the warriors must wear armor, so even the Wild Weather cannot be disobeyed - at least the scene still has to go! Therefore, after the ghost hunter hung up a "tortoise shell", he was not forced to choose combat boots and bottoms.

Huang Tianhou and his party accompanied the ghost hunter until the last moment of the game, and then walked out of the backcourt of the martial arts fighters and blended into the crowd to sit on the spectator seats, not because they were worried about the nervousness before the ghost hunting game, but because they were afraid of being recognized and couldn't stand the feeling of being surrounded by the crowd.

"Brother Ghost Hunter, you have to be careful, you must not kill you! Otherwise, it will be very troublesome!" said from time to time during the period.

Although the weather was already so low-key, his appearance still caused a commotion in the crowd.

"Look at it!"

"It turns out that this is the barren weather, and it is really extraordinary!"

"This desolate weather has a bit of the temperament of the Desolate Emperor, it seems that they are all ruthless and ruthless people in this vein!"

"So handsome, if you can get close to him, you can just want me to be his maid!" said the friar from the five continents, whose eyes were full of desolation.

"Don't be a nymphomaniac, he's a desolate weather, and if he's unhappy, he'll kill you in the barren mountains and mountains of this wasteland!" quipped the handsome young man next to him.

"Hmph, if that's the case, I'll die willingly!"

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At this time, the temperament of the barren weather is obviously different from before, the temperament of the whole body changes instantly, and a domineering aura instantly replaces the previous approachability, and he is alive and free from an arrogant and evil god, and his eyes are empty at the same time, as if everything in front of him is in his bag.

And the Qin Mountain and Qin Sea on the side of the barren weather have also undergone some slight changes, and they are more dignified and majestic than before.

In the eyes of the people, they naturally want to maintain his "image" in the hearts of the people, which is called manners! But then again, compared to the approachable appearance, perhaps this is the character that the Desert Weather is really hiding.

If the ghost hunter sees such a change, he will definitely think of Xuanqi, who usually gives people a gentle and elegant appearance, but he will still show his original temperament in front of the living. Different from the domineering spirit of the barren weather, Xuanqi gives people an imperial momentum, which makes people feel as if they are dominating the world.

The scorpion was unwavering on the surface, but in his heart he was taken aback by the sudden change of the three of them, and he originally wondered why the overlord of such a party as Huang Tiantian was like a rich son, and it turned out that he was a master who did not show his face.

Their changes made the scorpion a little hurried, but fortunately he usually didn't talk much, otherwise it would be a little embarrassing at the moment, and the four stuffy gourds sat in the eyes of everyone until the earth shook, and everyone took their eyes off the barren weather - the game began.

The entire rounded platform-shaped martial arts arena shook for a while and then rose from the ground and quickly rose into the air, the runes carved under the martial arts arena emitted light and began to absorb the heaven and earth elemental power, and at the same time, between the battle area and the closest audience, strands of translucent energy stretched out into the sky, which was to protect the audience from being affected by the battle.

With the shouts of the audience, a warrior with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure, wearing armor and holding a long sword, stepped into the martial arts arena from the back - stop the poison!

And what makes the audience wonder is why the other person is not on the stage for a long time?

"Oh no, I forgot to tell him the door is open and the game begins!

Just when everyone whispered and didn't know what was going on, the ghost hunter tentatively walked out of the main entrance of the backcourt of another martial arts arena that was opened, looking at his appearance of looking left and right, probing his brain, it seemed that he didn't know that the game had begun, compared to his stupid appearance, the "black turtle shell" on his body was even more eye-catching!

"Hahahaha!" The laughter sounded in the audience, and the face darkened when he heard the sound, and sure enough, it was the same as he thought, although this laughter was not laughing at himself, but he still felt a hot sting pain in his ears.

"Hmph, mortals, laugh! Wait, don't drop your jaw!"

Most of the laughter was not malicious, only those monks from the five continents who saw the martial arts arena for the first time would laugh at the ghost hunters, the people of the wasteland were very respectful of the warriors, and even worshipped, but the ghost hunters' costumes were too fresh and refined to grin!

As the saying goes, for the embarrassment on the field, you generally don't laugh unless you can't help it!

The ghost hunter knew that everyone was laughing at themselves, but he didn't understand what was funny, so he simply turned a deaf ear and put on a posture to prepare to perform the [Thousand Beast Technique].

"Brother, your weapon?" asked as he felt angry and funny, and as he crossed his knife, he looked up and down at the ghost hunter.

I was a little annoyed by the costume of the ghost hunter, and it didn't seem like I was lacking in wisdom because of my clear eyebrows, so I couldn't help but wonder if the ghost hunter was mocking himself, if it wasn't for the other party who was recommended by the wild weather, he would have turned his face and hit him first.

"Oh!" the ghost hunter looked visibly surprised.

"Thank you!" and then thanked him thoughtfully.

He wasn't used to using weapons, he just thought about what might be the rules of the martial arts arena, so he agreed. However, all of this was seen by the audience, and even the sound of stopping the poison was amplified and heard clearly through the magic circle of the martial arts arena.

"Hahaha! What is he here for?" laughed again.

"It's hard to still want to single-handedly take on the Martial God candidate!"

"Hahaha! He's deliberately funny!"

This time, even the inhabitants of the wasteland who had the idea of "hunting ghosts and hiding deeply" couldn't help but waver, was this really the warriors who were favored by the wilderness? The eyes they looked at the deserted weather also became strange.

The poison moved, no matter whether the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, or whether he was really stupid, he didn't plan to continue to spend time with ghosts, and it would be useless to continue like this.

The knife that braked the poison was a nine-ring broadsword, and it was waved with a ping-pong sound, mixed with the click of the impact between the scales of the armor on the body, and rushed towards the ghost hunter, the fierceness of the attack was like a snake out of the water, and the ground where the footsteps stepped was slightly sunk and the dust was covered in the sky, accompanied by the laughter of the audience, and the poison braked and wanted to end the battle with one blow.