"Let's go back to the hotel first. I'm going to the auction. Song Cheng recently went to the auction at dawn and didn't come back until dark.

The first and second games ended, and the country destined to become fish and meat began to sell some precious goods. Song Cheng aimed at them. Otherwise, when the auction was held, he said he could not buy it at three times the current price.

Song Cheng left, and Lu Xingchen and the four went back. Song sighed, "I still want to peek at the heavenly monks. ””

Monk Ashram Once you know the price, you know what you want to know, and you keep weighing whether you want to do it or not. Song Yi still remembers the annotated version of his kung fu practice. The first sentence of the first page.

As long as he is not dead, he does not peep at eternity, Song Yi always uses this sentence to warn himself, as far as he knows. The monk who said this is dead. He became a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, manipulated by the Heavenly Dao, and finally tried to merge with the Heavenly Dao, using his own consciousness to seize control of part of the Heavenly Dao. He failed, and his soul and body were gone.

"It's not a good thing to be a puppet of heaven. In the past, people used soul-sharing secrets. When the heavenly calamity came, so did the heavenly puppets.

They're just the walking dead. Lu Xingchen didn't want to rob him anymore. Song Yi was controlled by heaven to stop him.

"I know. He just thought about it, and the immortal secret was waiting for him to explore.

Back in the attic, several of them closed as usual. They are empty. Song Yi was given the opportunity to choose a territory. Just wait until the two games are over, they have a third game.

Eight days passed in the blink of an eye, and both games were over. In the third match, because today's match was related to the birth of a new nation, players from the top 10 countries appeared, with 5 men and 5 women in the audience.

"In the first match, the beautiful opponent of the red red was the lark, and the game started. The monk next to him became a male monk.

Hong Ting slowly walked onto the stage, opposite a dignified man, wearing a long moon-white shirt and an ivory hairpin on his head.

"Please tell me some more. Roque said with a smile.

"Good. Her face was cold.

Roque doesn't think he's human. He took out a handful of Xiao. After watching so many games, Hongqiao knew that Xiao Zhen was often attacking his soul. So she took the lead. A song was sung, and unlike Xuele, the sound of Hongqiao Road was even more haunting, making people lose their fighting spirit.

The friar stretched out his hand and blocked the red and pretty voices. Roque was confused by the song. The Red Bridge moves out of the watershed, alternating day and night on the challenge field. Remnants of blood stained the sky red.

Hongqiao tied a water rope and tied Xiao Xiao up and took away his artifact. After all, Roque is a two-time award-winning monk. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he freed himself from the confusion of red and beautiful songs through pain.

"I said, it's mine!" The red beauty's voice was cold and solemn.

But it sounds more like a spoiled girl must have something. Strangely, Roque nodded in a trance: "Yes, it's yours." ”

That's it. Luo Guisong opened his hand and let go of Xiao. This behavior made Xiao's spirit very uncomfortable. A little boy shows up and pulls out a fake flute. Play with lips.

The joy and beauty of the sound even counteracts the power of the extra singing and heavy water ridges, which are enough to wake up the lark. Hongqiao stopped singing, frowned, condensed into a water balloon, and threw Xiaohong into it.

In an instant, the screams of the playing elves disappeared. The Red Bridge lifts the water balloon in front of the large ridge. A flash of light flashed. The water polo was gone, but there was a star in the night.

"The fairy's means are really powerful. I've got to be serious. The fairy is careful. Until now, Roque has not forgotten to reflect his own designs.

She doesn't like this flamboyant person. She decided it was best to end the fight as soon as possible. In a flash of light, a strange fish appeared in the middle of the field, surprisingly large, covered with scales, and carrying two large bags bulging on its back.

This is the Holy Blood of Hongqiao. With the blessing of divine blood, Hongqiao faintly touched the threshold of reincarnation. Sitting in the audience was a white-haired old man with a long beard from ten large countries. He was surprised to find that his body was red and beautiful.

"The girl is young. She is a teacher at Sixiang School. Unexpectedly, the skills of the Sixiang Academy have not disappeared. The old man touched his beard, neither comforted nor surprised.

"Young, dare to ask Lao Gao, her age?" A woman wearing a phoenix hairpin and a blue court dress asked.

"At the age of a hundred, there are nine realms.

Seeing that there was a split in the arena, the male monk next to him was not in a hurry. He took out the token and injected Yuan Li to repair the challenge table. It is clear that he did a lot of these things because of his skillful posture.

In order to avoid the attack of the stone axe, Qingling took out the jade plate he had lent to Lu Xingchen. But Lu Xingchen didn't participate in this game, he played it before him, so he used it himself.

The gods of the nine gods appear and attack the golden eagle. Due to his massive size, there weren't many places he could escape in the arena. There is soul interference. When the green bell leaves, draw out five green spirit trees. A drop of blood catalyzed separation, and soon three avatars came out.

Cooperate with the Nine Spirits to attack the Golden Eagle. Under the entanglement and struggle of more than a dozen monks, even the eight grandmasters were helpless. Attack them occasionally, but they are invisible. As long as Qing Lingzi consumes Yuan Force, he can be summoned again.

The other is the spirit wood itself. After refining, it is not easy to be destroyed. The golden eagle was very angry. Qing Lingzi gritted his teeth and took out a golden spirit wood with long arms and thick legs.

Use the Blood Essence to activate the split. The son of a green elf is more than three meters tall. So the Green Elf drove him to fight the Golden Eagle. When two giants are together, the golden eagle is happy to see an opponent of comparable height.

Fighting is a pleasure. Who can defeat the soul and spirit wood? After a while, the sound of gold and iron attacking sounded in the square. Qinglingzi squinted. In particular, he chose metallic wood. It should consume more energy and patience of the Golden Eagle.

Thinking that Qing Lingzi swallowed the elixir and catalyzed Avatar to stay by his side, he sat on the ground and began to adjust his breathing and state.

He was constantly tinkering with the cracks in the field caused by the Golden Eagles' offense. He saw Qing Lingzi's leisurely contemplation. He lost his balance. He was busy repairing the array. One of the main culprits causing the damage is you, and you're meditating at a leisurely pace!

There is also a feeling of indescribability in the audience. You say he escaped from the battle, but other people's puppets and avatars are fighting. You say he's shameless. They did not use any evil means, only avatars.

"I feel like my spirit stone will float. "The monk who bet on the Golden Eagle had a foreboding feeling for some reason. The ants killed the elephant. If the Golden Eagle continues like this, if he doesn't lose, it's over.

"Again, I press more than you. The monk next to him shook his head helplessly. He accepted his life, but unfortunately there were too many spirit stones!

In the top ten positions, the white-bearded old man admired Qing Lingzi and said, "Yes, when you encounter a strong opponent, you must be wise." "You shouldn't fight. ”

The other nine drew on the corners of their mouths and did not speak. They did not dare to refute. Who can make that white-bearded old man have a high status? There is no way.