Wen Bi's results were so good that Luo Jia expected, not to mention that she didn't fall into the weak group, she even made it to the quarterfinals, thinking that the other players were at least two or three hundred years older than her, it was really good, and the believers of Luo Tiannu had been celebrating wildly on the star network for a long time.

Pinching and popping the draw ball, small creatures jumped out and entrenched on the player's head.

There are flowers, grasses, birds, beasts, insects, and fish.

On the top of Luojia's head is a small ascension grass, and the corresponding player in the weak group is a half-race human boy with dragon horns on his head, the ascension grass swayed between the two horns of the opponent, the blades were on the girl, and the golden vertical pupils were also looking at Luojia, and after meeting the eyes, he whistled lightly towards Luojia.

Ao Xiaoxi, a human-dragon mixed race, the main war spirit is the black dragon "big tail", and the secondary war spirit is three thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals, good at formations and group attacks.

Luo Jia lowered his eyes and recalled the information of his opponent, Aoba not only asked Mr. Mu to collect the corresponding information of all the main competition players for her, but also personally formulated the best response plan for her after meeting them, although the plan could not catch up with the rapid change, but it was better to have a plan than nothing.

Luo Jia took the small world in his hand, gently turned the boundary membrane that flowed like water waves, and felt the subtle state of the core of the world, and regretted it for a while.

said that it was good to fight the war of attrition of the world's power, why couldn't he hold his breath and couldn't stabilize it!

In such a small world, it is mysterious whether you can finish the whole game.

"You're unlucky to have met that little scoundrel."

The Child of Light doesn't know if it's really relaxing, or if it's his way of decompressing when he talks to someone, and the players are busy recalling the world, and he still has the leisure to communicate with Luoga.

Luo Jia took a deep breath: "Any senior on the field is better than me, and it makes no difference who I meet." ”

The transmission of the two is like talking on a public channel, and they can't hide the induction of other players, and some people feel that Luo Jia himself is not as arrogant as the Star Network rumors, and he has a slight affection.

Others think: "Hypocrisy." ”

The commentators in the live broadcast room, Bazui and Mingwu, are analyzing the lottery situation of the players.

"The disparity in strength between the strong group and the weak group today is not obvious, and the draw to match the opponent adds a lot of uncertainty to the game...... "Bazui: "It seems that the players are very relaxed, and they are still communicating to each other before the game, but unfortunately I don't know what they are talking about." Minwu, did you use to chat with other players in the stadium when you were playing? ”

Mingwu: "Sometimes. ”

Bazui was curious: "What do you say?" Tea together after the game? Training tournament invitational? ”

Min Wu shook his head lightly: "Most of it is trash talk, and if you are serious, you will lose." ”

Bazui realized: "I understand, using words to affect the opponent's mood is also part of the game." ”

The World Station is divided into fifteen arenas, the players are in place, the Creation Field is opened, and the aura is instilled.

The narrator and the guests no longer chatted, and at the same time split into eighteen avatars, each avatar corresponds to a live broadcast channel of the arena, and the ontology is centered in the scene to edit the highlights of the scene.

Luo Jia stood in the safe area with the small world in his hand, first summoned the owner of the village and Emperor Ye, and then summoned Lu Xiaoji and Hua Qitong.

Both the owner and Emperor Ye had experience in fighting spirit martial arts, and they were familiar with the high spirit environment of the Creation Field, so they bowed to Luojia and flew to the half-air conditioning of spiritual power.

The cultivation of the two has increased by two levels compared to the last time, although there is a hundred years of consolidation accelerated by the small world, but in the end, it is forcibly poured out by Luojia, the realm is unstable, and the simple lifting of qi and light body makes the nearby aura ripple, and the vision of the red plum and white snow of the mountains and the long river of humanity appears around.

Lu Xiaoji and Hua Qitong played for the first time and were a little excited.

Lu Xiaoji turned his head as soon as he came out like a monkey, and then raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, the red cloak behind him was fierce, and the vision of the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens that appeared above his head was also majestic, but it was a pity that he was handsome for a second, and he was choked by the high concentration of spiritual energy and coughed, and he hurriedly opened the domain to isolate the influx of spiritual energy, and then attracted the power of the world into the domain.

Hua Qitong was dressed in a wide robe with big sleeves, holding a folding fan, and the flowers were in full bloom where he stood, but his eyes were blank but reflected the panorama of the arena like a mirror.

On the opposite side, Ao Xiaoxi summoned a war spirit, and the huge black dragon patrolled the whole field in the creation field, shaking his head and tail to stir up several spiritual energy whirlpools, and then three thousand shrimp soldiers and crabs would wave their pincers and drill into the whirlpools one by one.

Lu Xiaoji landed next to Hua Qitong, bowed to Luo Jia, and said cowardly: "It's not good, the opponent is a bit strong." ”

Luo Jia observed Ao Xiaoxi's world while conditioning the world: "It is precisely because of the strong opponent that Lao and a few people can shoot together, Lu Daxia is not afraid?" ”

Lu Xiaoji pinched his mustache: "If the Heavenly Maiden allows me a jar of drunken immortal brewing, let alone slaying the dragon, even the god slaughtering will dare to go." ”

Hua Qitong hit Lu Xiaoji's head with a folding fan: "The gods are sacred, don't talk nonsense." ”

Luo Jia's fingers traced in the void, showing a gourd slightly larger than a palm, and then clicked three times at the mouth of the gourd, and suddenly the aroma of wine overflowed, and the liquefied aura around him was dyed with the smell of wine.

Lu Xiaoji showed the appearance of a gluttonous cat.

Luo Jia threw the wine gourd to him.

"This wine is transformed by aura, it can really get drunk with immortals, and ordinary people can't drink more."

"Don't worry, I'll take a sip." Lu Xiaoji couldn't wait to pour a sip into his mouth, and changed his mouth before the wine was in his stomach: "Just drink one bowl...... Half gourd, never drunk. ”

There is a lot of wine in the gourd, and if the half gourd goes down, the chicken will become a drunken chicken.

Luo Jia is not afraid that Lu Xiaoji will get drunk.

The spiritual cultivator Lu Xiaoji who has cultivated the path has the characteristics of not getting drunk in a thousand cups, but if he is really drunk, the more sober his mind is, the more he can stimulate the 'tracking and tracking' supernatural ability, and the opponent's move attack trajectory has nothing to hide in his eyes.

The four war spirits are in place, familiar with the venue, and the vision around them has also converged, the owner and Emperor Ye are standing side by side, still closing their eyes and recuperating, Hua Qitong is shaking the folding fan, Lu Xiaoji is still drinking, from the momentum point of view, Luojia's war spirit quartet is completely crushed by the opposite side, it seems that a hundred squads of shrimp soldiers and crabs will be able to kill them, not to mention that there is a black dragon on the opposite side.

The bell rings.

"Although Ao Xiaoxi's black dragon name is naïve, its strength cannot be underestimated, the tail has smashed the original stone star of the son of light, and the shrimp soldier and crab general are not the kind of dragon set in the film and television, they have been raised for hundreds of years, and after countless competitions, their strength has reached the peak of the empty level, this time Wenbi sacrificed the stability of the world to upgrade the cultivation of the crab general to the Xuan level, combined into a formation, and the offensive is like a wave of waves, and it continues to ......"

"Luo Tiannu has dragged four war spirits, two of them are debutants, one is called Lu Xiaoji, it seems to be a fire type spiritual cultivator? Is Flower Seven Boy a cure? This is not a good time to give a new Warrior an experience boost. ”

Eight mouths are not very optimistic about Luoga.

Ming Wu chuckled on the side: "The commentary of the Joy Arena has not been optimistic about Luo Tiannu since the first round of the martial arts, but it was Luo Tiannu who came out in the end." ”