Mo Jiuxiao touched Luo An'an's head dotingly: "Luo Luo is great, but he is still too gentle with his opponent." ”

Everyone looked at Mo Jiuxiao with incredible eyes, Luo An'an almost didn't beat that disciple to death! It's too gentle! Master Mo, isn't your old taste too heavy!

Mo Jiuxiao pointed to his own small things: "Luo Luo can completely burn his skin and flesh, and beat it himself, is he tired?"

"Or, the sword cut off his legs. Isn't he unwilling to move, what's the use of asking for a leg, you can cut it!"

The people who eat melons were so frightened that the melons in their hands fell off after hearing Mo Jiuxiao's words, and they were really not a family, and they didn't enter the door! Don't you want to be so bloody! They are only dozens of years old babies!

The disciples looked at this pair with strange eyes, are you sure your brains are okay? This is a friendly match, a friendly match! What are you doing so bloody!

After the second round of competition, An Baobao went back to rest for several days, waiting for the third round.

During this period, Mo Jiuxiao finally went in and out of the kitchen again. Without him, Luo An'an was a little tired of the food of Wanguizong, and began to miss the heavy dishes of the shovel officer.

The wind and snow are clear and the scenery is heavy, and they are also cheeky to rub the rice, no way, the food here is delicious, but it is too light. They are all spicy and unhappy masters.

In the end, there were a lot of people, Mo Jiuxiao got some spicy tang for one of them, and they could eat whatever they wanted. Secondly, I took my own spicy shrimp, barbecue, spicy fish head, and spicy chicken, and went upstairs to serve them to my little ancestors.

The wind cleared and they looked at the vegetables in their bowls, and then looked at the meat in Mo Jiuxiao's hands. This difference is too big! Malatang, how about throwing a piece of pork!

Mo Jiuxiao was very cold: "The pot is over there, I want to eat it and make it myself!"

A few kitchen idiots looked at the greens in their bowls and suddenly felt extremely precious.

In the third round of the competition, Luo An'an played against Fang Yue, a female disciple of the Lost Valley.

Coincidentally, Qi Chuhan of the Lost Valley and Yan Zhaowei of Xungu did not achieve a good ranking in the Qi Refining Period Competition before. These two were originally quite powerful, especially Qi Chuhan, and the formation was called a powerful one. But......

There was a game in which Qi Chuhan and Yan Zhaowei competed, and Qi Chuhan went down. All Yan Zhaowei and Feng Xue competed, and Yan Zhaowei went down.

I have to say, it's all fate! If it was Qi Chuhan who was facing the wind and snow, it is estimated that the wind and snow would stop there.

Qi Chuhan looked at his own world and didn't know what to say, if the estimate was good, his senior sister would lose. But he can't say this to his senior sister before the game starts, right?

So he could only euphemistically remind his senior sister not to use the sound array. Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable pain~

Fang Yue remembered Luo An'an's singing voice that day, and shuddered: "Xiao Han, don't worry, what Senior Sister is best at is not the sound array. ”

This is the most important third round, the opponent is good at formations! Doesn't that mean that Luo An'an is going to lose? As far as they know, Luo An'an doesn't seem to be good at formations.

This time, the disciples in the stadium couldn't help but pay attention to it all the time, and even someone outside the stadium broadcast it live simultaneously.

Fang Yue's formation was indeed a little exquisite. Just as Fang Yue was thinking about how to lure Luo An into the formation, An Baobao raised his feet and went in.

Today, An Baobao is wearing a flower skirt, her waist is tightly tied, and An Baobao's figure is becoming more and more graceful, and she looks more delicate than flowers. One of the hairpins was also tied up with a white ivory hairpin, and a few white pearls were attached to it. The whole person is fairy, and every movement is a landscape.

But everyone's eyes were full of doubts when they looked at Luo An'an, this kid didn't seem to be a lie?