A good yellow fat man, now he is like an inflatable ball, puffing himself up, his whole face is distorted, his face is unhappy, and he looks wronged.

"All the contestants who have been returned to the straw paper advance to the next round, and the rest are eliminated." Once again, he put the mixed pupil to his mouth and used it as a megaphone, and the little chaos was almost unhappy, and there flashed frequent black lights, as if he was complaining.

Everyone at the scene was stunned, including Yang Ying, in fact, when the papyrus returned to his eyes, his heart was already dead.

Because the last session, in this cultural fight, it also has the same thing as this moment.

All the people who were returned to the straw paper withdrew from the stage of the Red Pavilion Society, and it was forced to come to an end, and he who had already made precise calculations, how could he not know what it meant to return the straw.

This is why Huang Fatzi is surprised and pessimistic, it is true that every Red Pavilion meeting is changing here, and he doesn't know what this pavilion master is planning.

Now, the contestants who were returned to the straw paper all had a 'is this true' expression, their faces were full of shock, and their eyes were all cast on Meng Lianpeng, who was dressed in red.

Qu Bing stood at the top of the pavilion, his restless mood also calmed down, leaning against the Zhu Gate, his tired eyes looking down at the figure below that made him think about it.

When I saw those straw papers being returned before, Qu Bing had been comforting himself and encouraging himself, the pavilion master had changed his hexagram again this time, he must have changed his hexagram again, after all, it was normal for an old woman to always change hexagrams, and she couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Sure enough, she was still right by Qu Bing, and this old woman Meng Lianpeng really changed her mind again.

Yang Ying has been standing there acting to show them, not wanting to involve all the people behind him who encourage him and help him because of his panic, mainly because he doesn't want Qu Bing to see no hope in him, men, just have to bear more.

A torch was lit in the heart of silence, and the path ahead was re-illuminated, but I don't know whether this illuminated path leads to heaven or into the abyss.

Yang Xinyun didn't pay attention to the small changes in Wendou at all, because he believed in his heart that his brother Yang Ying would definitely be able to get his wish, plus he personally watched Yang Ying's performance in Wendou, and expressed his expectations and blessings for his future performance.

'Bang', the mixed pupils once again touched the floor of the conference hall, and the two black gems of the mixed pupils were also deeply fascinating.

Those eliminated players, as if they were repelled by some kind of repulsion, were all bounced out, and hearing the sound of them landing, even Chen Le could feel the pain from a distance.

"The last item, martial arts, the winner is my Longmen fast son-in-law of today's Red Mansion Pavilion." After that, he flew into the air again, only to see that the fourth floor gate of the Red Mansion Pavilion behind him also opened, and the patterns printed on the red paint began to swim on the red wall.

The two dragons circled and flew past each other from the east, shining with golden light, so dazzling in the air, if Chen Le could see it clearly, he would definitely recognize it, this was the two dragons carved on the doorpost when they entered.

Everyone present was like Chen Le at the moment, staring at the two golden dragons that came as soon as they were said, only to see that they finally stopped behind Meng Lianpeng, which suddenly showed the strength of this pavilion master's aura, even the dragon could be summoned, what else could he not do.

"Mother, you see, it's a dragon." A child excitedly pointed to the two golden dragons that were in the air and said, "I was so happy."

Although the rest of the people were not too shocked, they still liked the scene in front of them without losing their identity, after all, dragons are rare in the heavenly court, let alone golden dragons.

"I'll go, there are dragons in this world." Chen Le is also like a child, his heart is like the Yangtze River rushing for thousands of miles at the moment, the river is endless, and he can't calm down with excitement for a long time.

I can actually see the dragon with my own eyes, if I say it, it is estimated that it is enough to blow it for a lifetime, you know, this dragon is the totem of the Chinese nation, the legendary thing, in front of his eyes vividly appeared, what kind of feeling.

If Chen Le knew that the dragon on the entrance gate was actually real, I don't know how he would feel, take pictures, or say that he must touch it with his own hands to see what the dragon's skin feels.

Meng Lianpeng glanced at the remaining players with a cold face, slowly stretched out her other hand, and with a wave of back, the two golden dragons quickly drilled into the fourth layer of the red door, and finally turned into two portraits painted with golden dragons and covered them.

Yang Ying looked up at the red door, and his heart was full of ups and downs, because he knew that the red door on the fourth floor was the residence of Hua Dan of the Red Mansion Pavilion, that is, the place where Qu Bing's boudoir was.

It is also the place where he once upon a time carried Meng Lianpeng on his back to have a private meeting with Qu Bing every day.

"This time, I must enter through the main entrance in a bright light." Silently set a goal for yourself in your heart, you have survived to the last level, and you must go all out.

"Please go back to the pavilion and rest for a while, and after half an hour, the martial arts will officially begin." Meng Lianpeng once again used the mixed pupils in her hand to inform everyone present.

The fat man wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and hurriedly got off the stage and went back to the pavilion, while Yang Ying looked at the red door on the fourth floor in a complicated way, and left for a while.

"Let's go, it's time to meet him." Staring at Yang Ying, who had finally left the venue, Chen Le took Zhao Zilong to wait for him in front of the door.

"I've done everything I could, and the rest is up to you." The fat man stood aside, and said humbly to the mysterious man who was sipping tea.

"Don't worry, since the merit points have been received, I will definitely handle this matter." Drinking the tea, he stood up and patted the yellow fat man's shoulder, "Relax, just take care of the rest, you just wait for the candle night in the cave room." ”

After that, his obscene laughter spread throughout the pavilion, and the yellow fat man was naturally driven by this emotion, and the corners of his mouth twitched and wanted to laugh but couldn't.

It seems that the little chaos is really good, even if you put a picture in front of you that no one dares to imagine in front of a dead fat boy, you won't be moved by it, except for the psychological quality is almost, the rest is okay.

The mysterious man still wore the black hat on his coat and hat, and walked out of the 'Bamboo Pavilion' with a smile, and at this moment, Zhao Zilong also walked out of the 'Orchid Pavilion'.

Go in the same direction without delay, the final stage.