It looks like this, soon, it's finally going to be your turn to play?

Finally, it was his turn, he could go directly to the ring to compete, and he didn't have to endure so much psychological torture of gains and losses, Xiao Yu's heart felt a burst of relief.

If you want to fight, then you can fight, in fact, there is nothing remarkable.

It's just that this Ma Tian, where is it sacred? In my short school career, it seems that I have never heard of such a character at all.

The level of martial arts is secondary, as long as he is not a murderer like Feng Tao encountered.

In that case, when the time comes, if you don't resist it and lose facelessly, at least, you can still get the help of two kind audiences.

I don't know if the seventh son sent Feng Tao back in person, whether he came back or not.

The feeling of no one talking around here is really a little stuffy.

Looking at his empty surroundings, Xiao Yu picked up a fallen leaf, and thought silently while unconsciously rubbing it in his hands.

It didn't take long for the battle on the stage to finally end with a loud gong.

Without waiting for the referee's little brother to urge loudly, a blue-robed man immediately appeared in the ring quietly and abruptly like a ghost, and glanced at the loud and noisy ring.

It was as if some special spell had been cast in an instant, and it was originally under the noisy ring, but it was quiet in an instant.

On everyone's faces, at that moment, they felt a compelling cold aura.

Xiao Yu, who was standing quietly in the crowd, also felt a little strange.

Xiao Yu, who was thinking about it, only felt that there was a beam of cold gaze slowly running over in his direction.

Raising his head in some astonishment, Xiao Yu saw a pair of narrow eyes with black and white eyes like knives, as well as a cold face without a trace of expression, and under the cold face, a dark blue robe with a dazzling color.

Seeing Xiao Yu look up, the blue-robed man standing in the ring actually nodded imperceptibly towards Xiao Yu, and by the way, stretched out a pale and thin hand that could not see flesh and blood, and hooked a withered bamboo branch-like finger towards Xiao Yu.

This person is Ma Tian? Isn't it the horse egg that Xiao Yu is used to scolding?!

Yes, yes, he must be the descendant of the round horse egg, the descendant of the kind of horse egg that has just come out of the shell and has not grown full flesh and blood.

With a secret curse in his heart, Xiao Yu still flew towards the high ring without fear.

Now that he has come here, since he has been waiting for a long time, when the battle comes, no matter who he meets and whose descendants, Xiao Yu feels that he has reason to have the confidence to fight up.

What's more, even if it's a thousand-year-old zombie ghost who has just crawled out of the ground, my aunt and grandmother will go to the meeting for a while.

It's a mule or a horse, everyone pulls it out for a walk!

Xiao Yu, who fell into the ring lightly and skillfully, thought like this.

Standing opposite, the blue-clothed man Ma Tian still had his hands in his hands, raised his eyebrows, his mouth pursed, and there was no movement on a flat face like a yellow paper shell.

It's just that the voice of a muffled robot-like machine clearly reached Xiao Yu's ears:

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