After speaking, the old servant followed Tian Da'er away. He wanted to stop him, but there was no excuse. After all, he was not familiar with other people. Otherwise, he would not have had such a reaction.

In a room on a high platform.

An old man with gray hair watched the twilight fall on He Yanqiu, and then said softly: "Interestingly, he complained about Qiu, a boy who even knew the dancer, but the dancer's personality was really, alas, it seemed that it had to change!"

The Taoist boy next to the old man stood quietly and did not answer, but he despised the old man's words in his heart, because Tian Dana's character was mainly due to the old man.

But it was then.

"Xiao Shunzi, are you scolding me for the old man?" Suddenly, the old man, with your sad face, squinted at the little boy behind him.

The little boy called Xiao Shunzi suddenly panicked and shook his head.

"No, no, Master Tai, your old man smiled, how dare your grandson!"

The gray-haired old man snorted, looked at the little boy, and said, "Don't think I'm old and confused. I know your thoughts better than anyone, including those who think I don't know anything and keep doing little things, including dancing boys, of course, you little bastard! All day, I swear in my heart at least three times.

The old man broke his mind so directly that the street boy suddenly panicked, but there was no room for cunning.

"Tai Shi Zu, Tai Shi Zu, I!"

The gray-haired old man didn't care about an eleven or two-year-old child, but shook his head.

"Now, those shrewd people, in fact, in my opinion, are fools, including you, including the dancer's children! but, after all, I can't even take the old one!alas!"

The old man couldn't help but sigh deeply, and his surroundings seemed even more profound.

After some time, Tian Da'er appeared in the old man's house, but the old servant had disappeared.

Seeing the dance come in, the little boy carved his gift.

"I've seen Uncle Young. ”

Tian Wu nodded to the little boy, then looked at his great-grandfather, the old beard with a beard.

"Great grandson, dance wins. ”

The old man nodded slightly, then turned around, looked at Tian Da'er and said, "Great ancestors have seen you, you are very good, but there are many people who are better than you. ”

Without waiting for the old man to finish, Tian Wu immediately seized a path: "Great-grandfather, dance can beat them!"

Tian Wu's appearance made the old man helpless, but he could only nod.

"If you can, come down and rest first. There will be a written test tomorrow. Don't get too tired. ”

Tian Wu nodded, then turned around and left the room. In addition to the house, the old servant appeared behind the dance grounds.

Day three of five games.

On this day, it finally turns to complain about autumn.

On this day, the battle was destined to be fiercer and more striking than the previous two days. After all, there are seeded players who are proud to join us.

He Xiangqiu was assigned to the 13th competition platform of the C-class character. He needs to finish at least a top-four ranking of the top 13 players in the top C to advance to the next round.

At this time, all the monks who participated in the meeting of the five districts, including the 100 on the Tianjiao list, added up to less than 1,000 people, but none of them were the strongest among their peers, and the lowest reached a heavy burden, such as why complain about autumn.

Yes, he is the only one who can only be put in the final position.

Still, even if he only occasionally complains about autumn, few people dare to ignore or underestimate him at this time. After all, he complained about the achievements of the fall here, and he complained about the failure of the fall only when he walked in the sky 6 times.

When the other nine players in the third match saw why one of their opponents complained about Qiu, their faces changed slightly.

Damn, so many people, why did I meet this plague god! Some people are very angry and desperate.

Of all ten people, only two of them, in addition to complaining about the fall, were rigorously trained. The rest are three and four in the sky. The only monk who stepped on the sky was even a woman, and it seemed that he was not very old.

Although the woman looks very unpleasant, in the hearts of all, voting for the most difficult person will only be a matter of resentment.

He also pays attention to the eyes of these people, but four = he doesn't care.

It's not a group fight, so why complaining about Qiu doesn't need to deal with any relationship, but why complaining about Qiu is so similar doesn't mean that other people think so.

The supreme woman seemed to realize a problem. She walked straight in front of him grumbling and laughing.

"Peony has seen him

The breath of a woman finally came to her. Her Hun is like a ship in a storm. It keeps rising and falling, filling the men around her with happiness.

But why did you complain last night that the autumn plough was so bitter that you had no appetite and the cows still had to choose to graze, let alone complain about the autumn?

The woman will not answer the question of why complain about the fall, because he is really old. He just turned forty-nine years old.

Initially, the monks were only afraid and encouraged why they complained about Qiu, but when they saw how upright and awesome he was complaining about Qiu, they immediately worshipped him in their hearts.

If we can complain about Qiu like this, will we be able to overcome the sixfold strongman by training step by step?

He didn't know that he had changed his image in the hearts of these people.

"Well, the first tests are about to begin. Why do we want to shoot autumn flowers?"

Hearing this voice, he complained that Qiu's face had not changed, because for him, the person as an opponent was the same, but for flowers and peonies, she was worried that he would complain that Qiu would take the opportunity to abandon her directly.

Although it is forbidden to use murderers in the competitive process, who can stop them if they do not intentionally kill and injure people?

Flowers and peonies were very worried in their hearts, but apparently why it didn't make sense to complain about autumn made her feel even more hopeless.

"Flower Peony, what are you still doing?" Don't make people wait too long. "The referee was not satisfied with the friction between the flower and the peony. As for the excellent appearance of flowers and peonies, in the eyes of the referee, it resembles a pink skeleton. Why complain that Qiu is a fake monk, is the referee really a monk?

The referee was so reprimanded that Peony suddenly appeared in his senses and on the stage.

"Don't worry, Hua Shimei, brother, I won't be tolerant, so don't think I deliberately let you!" he complained about Qiu Yi's words.

Hua Peony's face was more miserable, she had pain in her heart, she wanted to say that she should not throw water when looking for anything about autumn, but in her eyes, the referee was much more terrible than Autumn's complaint, because the referee had the right to revoke her qualification at any time.

After a cup of tea, he complained of a sudden sigh of relief and a feeling of unending on his face.

"The fight was so hard, it suddenly softened, and it was very tough. He complained that he shook his head, looking disappointed.

As for Hua Peony, the woman had already fallen lightly on the platform, and although people were not hurt too much, their hearts were stimulated by cruel means, and Qiu was about to go crazy.

The rest of the monks had a strong fear in their eyes, even in their hearts, as if they had seen a ghost.

What does it taste like to be a woman who is controlled by a man and whose hands are agitated to her face?

(End of chapter)