For this Ma Tian's almost weird yellow complexion, Xiao Yu didn't think about it deeply.

In other words, for a mask master who needs to wear a mask all year round, whether the opponent's real face is also wearing a well-made human skin mask is very unimportant to Xiao Yu.

The important thing is that his eyeballs can never be fake, and that is enough.

If you are lucky, you can use a sword to pierce one of Ma Tian's eyeballs or something, which is actually very important for him to be able to successfully put him and defeat him.

I really don't have the time to think about anything else.

Xiao Yu's new attack location was obviously a bit right.

For the Chixiao Sword, which was still cold and shining in many fogs, Ma Tian obviously had a little jealousy.

Desperately waving the soft rope, Ma Tian kept setting up attack obstacles layer by layer in front of his eyes, so that the tip of Xiao Yu's sword could not easily poke in front of his eyes that were like treasures.

Under the incessant movement of the soft rope, a large lump of specially processed white light mist was also drawn into his wide open mouth and nose little by little.

Gradually, Xiao Yu, who kept swinging his sword forward, finally felt a little relaxed.

Because, Xiao Yu inadvertently found that Ma Tian's slender and long eyes gradually became sluggish.

At the same time, the soft rope dancing in his hand seemed to be swinging more and more slowly.

This guy, is it finally starting to show a little bit of medicinal effect in earnest?

Isn't it true that oil and salt don't enter?

Squinting his eyes, Xiao Yu was secretly happy at first, but because of the public's eyes, he was embarrassed to be too happy after all.

Taking advantage of the fact that the guy on the opposite side stopped the soft rope in his hand, and was trying to think about whether to lie down and rest first before competing, Xiao Yu quickly turned around, flew his legs, and kicked the guy with one kick.

Damn, take advantage of your illness and kill you!

Even if he succeeds, he can't let that enthusiastic referee brother have a little flaw!

After a muffled snort, Ma Tian, who had always been proud, finally began to learn from Xiao Yu, sat directly on the plane, and flew straight to thousands of miles away.

Standing in the shallow mist on the stage with a smile, Xiao Yu also held the Chixiao Sword, straightened his waist proudly, and raised his head.

Xiao Yu, who had already taken antidote drugs, was naturally not afraid of the residual poison left in the white mist.

At the same time, she is not worried at all, this Ma Tian will be like she did at the beginning, stretching out a calf on the edge of the ring and hooking the railing of the ring.

That guy, at this moment, should have already fainted, right?

However, when he fell to the ground, a temporary coma or something was an extremely normal natural phenomenon, and I was not afraid that someone would come to inquire.

"Sigh......"

Under the ring, there was no surprise that the collective let out a gasp and contemplation.

This competition, in the end, turned out to be like this, probably, it will be unexpected by everyone, right?

It's just that in order to be able to go to the end smoothly, Xiao Yu is not afraid that he will become some kind of special outlier in their eyes.

Everyone has their own perseverance.

From the beginning, Xiao Yu didn't feel that he was so persistent all the way to save his friends, and there was nothing to apologize for.