A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Lin Yuanying's mouth lying on the ground, he was not annoyed or angry, but hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "I lost." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

People, you have to have an attitude that you can afford to lose.

Lin Yuanying was willing to admit defeat, after all, Feng Zitong's speed was really fast, and he always felt that among these contestants, it was difficult for anyone to surpass her speed.

In the VIP rest area on the high platform, Mo Ling's face was a little ugly, none of them could see what level this Feng Zitong's strength was, judging from her speed and strength, it was definitely an obstacle to Brother Han, no, she couldn't be an obstacle for Brother Han to get the Soul Grass!!

Those eyes were full of malice and calculation.

Mo Yi, who was sitting next to her, frowned, and glanced at Mo Ling with disdain, her half-sister is really disgusting, she likes to calculate people everywhere.

Feng Zitong has always been very sensitive to the malice of other people's Chi Guoguo, and the vicious and cold gaze on her back makes it difficult for her not to pay attention to it.

Her back was to the VIP lounge area, where it seemed that there were people who wanted her life.

She didn't look back, but with a tap of her tiptoe, she flew away.

Anyway, we won't start the second game today, so it's not interesting to stay here.

Feng Chenhao and the three of them also got up silently, flew away together, and chased after Feng Zitong.

In the place where they couldn't see, a man in a purple brocade robe stared at Feng Zitong's leaving figure reluctantly, but when he turned his eyes to look at Mo Ling in the VIP rest area, his pupils were filled with cold murderous intent.

Then he turned around and chased after him.

When Feng Chenhao and the three chased out, Feng Zitong could no longer be seen.

Feng Zitong deliberately avoided them, just to continue cultivating, and she couldn't trust those three people about the Spirit Array.

Using Qiansha as a cover, Feng Chenhao and they couldn't find her.

So the three of them went back to the inn with black faces.

In a deserted woods outside the city.

Feng Zitong was sitting on the branches of a big tree, looking at the sky in a daze.

Qiansha's figure flashed and sat next to her, the handsome face of the demon was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"I miss Master." Feng Zitong said softly.

Qiansha hooked the corners of his lips and said, "Don't worry, that old man must be very good, I used to think that he was mysterious, and he is definitely not an ordinary person." ”

Feng Zitong nodded: "I hope." ”

After being silent for a while, Feng Zitong said, "Okay, I'm going to cultivate, you stay by yourself." ”

After speaking, she began to draw the Spirit Array under the tree, and after quickly drawing it, she directly entered the cultivation state.

Qiansha still stayed by her side to help her protect the Dharma as he did a few days ago.

The man in purple brocade easily found Feng Zitong.

He hid in mid-air, looking at the face that reminded him of heartache, and the crazy screaming thoughts in his heart were about to drown him.

"Little thing," he whispered.

He wanted to see her, but when he thought of Mo Xueyan's warning, he could only hold back, and could only watch from a distance, watching other men protect her by her side, this kind of feeling, like hundreds of millions of ants eating his heart, made him crazy, and his irritability became stronger and stronger.

Reaching out, he grasped the stone that hung around his neck, engraved with his name.

Although he had such a worthless stone hanging around his neck and even incompatible with his aura, to him, it was a rare treasure that could not be compared to anything.