Tu Tuqiao is not a fool, he left a glimmer of life for that Yao Youyou and saved a little face, mainly because he didn't want to turn his face with the woman he had cultivated single-handedly, but that Yao Youyou became more and more disagreeable.

This female e-sports player is full of malice towards Tu Tuqiao, like the clumsy lies used by the fitness coach, they are all leftovers of Tu Tuqiao's play, and that Tu Tuqiao gave the fitness coach and Yao Youyou's face, and they didn't expose them, but this Yao Youyou was not too uninteresting, they actually wanted to play that Tu Tuqiao. This is completely dead, Tu Tuqiao was angry, and he said to Tang Xiaoneng: "That fitness coach, he actually wants to play with me, is he impatient?" ”

Tang Xiaoneng said: "Those little gangsters in the gym, they are full of malice towards those who walk into the training ground. For the sake of esports players, we're going to clean them up. ”

Wei Shiran's whole person was very relaxed, his ten fingers waved slightly, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not too early, maybe a few minutes ago."

"A few minutes ago?"

"Yes, it's probably when Liu Yuanyuan showed her pen spirit to deal with you......" Wei Shiran's expression seemed to be playing with a funny thing, "Originally, I was trapped in the formation, and I couldn't think of a way to get out. But when Liu Yuanyuan recited the poem "The World's Feelings", it suddenly occurred to me that there must be some connection between Tang Wan and Liu Yuanyuan, Tu Tuqiao and He Boge."

"Just by the two of them back then? This inference is too pale." Tu Tuqiao will be skeptical.

"The pen spirit is not chosen randomly. There is often a wonderful and unspeakable relationship between the pen mound official and the original owner of the pen spirit. Liu Yuanyuan and He Boge fell in love and separated, and she was chosen by the complaining pen, and there may be providence in this darkness. That's what I'm betting on!"

When Wei Shiran said this, his volume rose sharply, and his right hand was raised high, pointing to the zenith.

Tu Tuqiao said coldly: "So you deliberately tempted me to burn Liu Yuanyuan's grievances first, calculating that Wei Taiqiang would commit suicide in the fire, and you want to force out his reincarnation destiny by doing this?"

Wei Shiran stopped when he said this, his shoulders drooped, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Tu Tuqiao suddenly realized that this person looked indifferent and relieved just now, but it turned out to be just a disguise on his face, but his body had been in a tense state. Tu Tuqiao's awe of Wei Shiran made him ignore some details of the old man.

This shows that he has been nervously stalling for time just now, waiting for something to happen.

And now it's happened.

Before Tu Tuqiao could think about it, he suddenly heard a strong gust of wind in his ears, and the heat wave was overwhelmingly coming towards him. Tu Tuqiao was startled, and the white light rolled up, lifting himself into the air and looking at it. The place where he had just landed was immediately engulfed in flames.

However, I saw that the Ding Fire in the Taiji Circle showed an extremely disordered rage, which had already crossed the scope of the Taiji Circle and sprayed out in all directions, burning everywhere it went. For a moment, the eyes were red, and the fiery tsunami was churning and rolling, and the scorching flames danced like coral tentacles. The pen of resentment that was burned just now seemed to have the opposite effect, but instead woke up the demon and made it even more crazy.

"Is this your trap?" Sweat began to appear on Tu Tuqiao's forehead as well, and he glared at Wei Shiran, seeing that he had gathered several other people together, opening up a layer of mist, barely able to resist the invasion of splashing sparks. However, this layer of water mist is also precarious, and under the full outbreak of the Dinghuo, I am afraid it will not last long.

When this high squirting Ding Flame reached the bottom of the Ink Sea, the eruption seemed to have reached a peak, and the entire Ding Furnace was almost filled with flames, like a hellish lake of fire, steaming, and even the air seemed to be about to burn.

"Am I going to die here?" For the first time, a desperate thought came to Tu Tuqiao's mind.

That's when the turning point came.

Just like all the orgasms are over, it's extremely low. After reaching the peak, the raging fire suddenly began to ebb and flow! The surging flames shrank downward at a rapid speed, like a falling meteorite, and a meteor shower fell in the ding, drawing countless golden bright lines against the ding wall, flying towards the dingnavel in the center of the taiji circle, as if a giant took a deep breath at the other end of the dingnavel and sucked these wild creations back.

Everyone, including Tutu Bridge, was stunned by this strange and spectacular scene, and for a moment they forgot their situation, and looked at this grand spectacle almost in fascination.

In just ten seconds, the originally invincible Danding Fire was sucked clean by the Ding Navel, and there was not a single ember left, as if it had never existed. Only the slowly decreasing residual temperature of Ge Hongding's wall can remind people of what a big feast of Zhurong burned here just now.

Tu Tuqiao secretly wiped a handful of sweat and let out a long breath. He had never faced such terrible pressure. No matter what happens, it's all over. He even began to regret it a little, knowing that he should have followed them to the ink bridge and left Gaoyangli Cave before making plans.

However, since the fire has receded, it means that the burning of the pen is effective, and the pen array should be lifted because of this. Then the next question is one of the seven marquis.

Except for that Wei Shiran, the rest are not enough, it seems that this time it is determined to win!

Tu Tuqiao licked his dry lips and slowly controlled the white light to lower himself back to the ground. He wiped the sweat off his sleeve, looked around, and suddenly saw a person standing on top of the navel.

It turns out that it is not a matter of ambition.

It's about Hoberg.

Monk Hoberg is not dead? Tu Tuqiao was startled, and a chill ran down his spine, but when he took a closer look, he found something strange.

The figure of the man was similar to that of Monk Hoberg, and he stood there quietly without a strand of his body. It was impossible to see what his appearance was in the dark, but Tu Tuqiao could feel an extremely deep momentum emanating from this human body, making his breathing a little difficult.

The five-colored pen began to throb violently in his chest, and Tu Tuqiao tried to calm it down, but to no avail. This tremor is not the resonance of seeing a companion, but a kind of fear full of fear. The five-color pen spirit accurately conveyed this emotion to Tu Tuqiao's heart.

"Could it be that he is one of the Seven Marquis, but the pen spirit has turned into a human form?"

A ridiculous thought crossed Tu Tuqiao's mind - in fact, this is not ridiculous, within the pen mound, there are thousands of strange, and it is not strange what kind of changes there are. Only the incomparably noble Seven Marquis can make the five-color pen bow to tremble.