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With the sensational ending on the field, no one on the field will look down on the young man named Wan Zhaoming who was secretly turned into by Zihong, and the expressions of those people looking at him are complex and respectful, with a strange combination of strangeness and respect.

After the sound of the bell began to give the order, no one thought about this kind of messy things, all of them were highly concentrated into the current work, in the consciousness under the rapid mobilization of mental power, the magic energy gushed out of the body with vigorous momentum, forming a strange shape and color of the magic flames, the soaring space is blazing, as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, but also releasing colorful firelight.

At a glance, a hundred fires are burning into the sky, burning the sky violently, extremely spectacular and majestic, like the rows of beautiful fireworks lit up in the night. I saw some players with flames burning in their palms, or spitting fire in their mouths, throwing fire in their fingers, and rolling fire in their arms....... , Looking at these scenes of flame fighting for beauty, which are rarely seen in ordinary times, the crowd outside the stadium burst into unsympathetic applause, and the sound shook the Quartet.

Zihong held the fire in her right hand, and it burned in a swirling way, making a gurgling sound of the fire rolling, which sounded like the hideous scream that erupted when the firewood burned to extreme distortion in the bathing fire, which made people feel a little palpitating!

The Sorcerer Race has a more powerful perceptual energy hidden in the dark than the Battle Spirit Race, and can easily catch all the disgraceful behaviors that are suffocating, if the Shuzu can even show your face in extreme danger on the Fighting Arena before, and luckily was not discovered, at this time he really did not dare to have the slightest sloppiness, like a sinking stone that has entered the bottom of the lake, and the purple and red mind is as lonely as a pool of stagnant water!

However, relying on his strong strength, so that he has a very full confidence, this game does not need to use any hole cards at all, the duel can crush those opponents, and laugh to the end.

Although dozens of players were cut down in the last game, there are still more than seventy or eighty players who have successfully advanced to the pole, and with the increase in the difficulty of each round, the number of players will become increasingly rare.

The distinguished audience on the VIP seats on the high platform, towards the venue below, to the players who belong to their own support, proudly cast the support and support of flowers and other things, obviously the current purple red, has been unknown from the little people, after the strong victory on the field, finally stepped onto the glorious stage, the support and **** rate, soared to the most one.

Listening to those foolish shouts, the magic flames that surged on Hei Yan's arms, to these people who might be laymen, he couldn't help but sneer, and thought faintly in his heart, when he will be revealed, you won't be so stupid ** screaming, hehe.......

The flame arm stiffened slightly, this powerful magic momentum was suddenly perceived by Hei Yan, and he looked back at the purple palm, his eyes suddenly froze, "How can he have such a pure flame, just a second-order junior magician, is it .......?"

Zihong, a magic flame that seems to be no different from ordinary magicians, of course, will not be perceived by ordinary magicians, just like the current fat man and the little princess, standing beside him, in addition to the stronger stubbornness that rises in his heart and does not admit defeat, it is the impatience of those chaotic voices.

The little princess is okay, after all, she must be born in a noble family, in addition to royal support, there are more civilians, and the loyal support for her delicate temperament and royal dignity is formed by the double combination, and her popularity is second only to the boy next to her.

The fat man felt that his popularity was cold and withered, and he was suddenly very angry, glaring at his eyes and cursing viciously, "All are idiots." ”**

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