"Snort."

Xia Changqin laughed directly when he saw this.

I can't imagine that I can still see Lan Kochen suffer at the hands of men in my lifetime.

"It seems that Miss Xia is very happy." The corners of Lan Kochen's lips moved, and he glanced coldly at the cold smoke of the night.

"I hope Miss Xia can still laugh later!"

Lan Kochen's fingers clenched, she didn't believe it today, she couldn't beat the cold smoke of the night by building the eighth order of her foundation.

As for Xia Changqin, let Wen Qitian deal with it.

"People just laughed, what are you doing with such a big temper?" Wen Qitian saw Lan Kochen put on a face for him, and he didn't understand it.

Lancôme's chest was tight, and his aura was not working well.

Wen Qitian who is the person!

"Hahaha." Xia Changqin couldn't hold back this time, and laughed out loud completely.

"......" Ye Lengyan's eyes fell on Xia Changqin, Xia Changqin was inexplicably cold behind him, and his laughter seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"Game on!"

Suddenly, there was a whistle, and the atmosphere on the stone platform suddenly became tense.

Lan Kochen chose a good time and attacked straight towards the night cold smoke, the jade fan in his hand swirled, but the night cold smoke turned over and dodged, and the spiritual qi of his hand attacked Wen Qitian.

Wen Qitian frowned, he didn't expect that Ye Lengyan would choose him as his opponent, so he unintentionally took a move, snorted, and forcibly endured it.

Is this the pain of a spiritual practice that has just been established?

Why is it so much more painful than other ordinary devotionals?

With a hook, the muscles on his body bulged, and his bronzed skin was as bright as steel, which was daunting.

The night cold smoke was deftly dodged, and the qi in the hands and souls was in a ball, and it was another blow when it flew up.

Lan Kochen saw and heard that Qi Tian and the cold smoke of the night were hot, and he went to Xia Changqin hard.

"What god are you going, your opponent is me."

Xia Changqin sneered lightly, holding the sword flower in his hand, and his posture was elegant.

Lan Kochen snorted coldly, and her sleeve robe flew up, and the water vapor around her was condensed into water droplets.

"The rain is coming!" She was stunned, the willow leaves raised their eyebrows, and thousands of raindrops poured towards Xia Changqin.

It's like a thousand cuts.

The corners of Xia Changqin's lips hooked up a weird smile, and the hilt of the sword in his hand twisted the sword body at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the flaming sword turned into a red umbrella.

Good fellow, what she was waiting for was Lancôme's blow.

"Counterattack!" She turned the handle of the umbrella suddenly, and the surface of the umbrella was like a fiery red spinning top.

I just beat all the raindrops back from Lancôme.

"Ahh

Lan Kochen was injured by her own raindrops, her arms were bruised and purple, and there were marks, she slammed to the ground, her hair was scattered, and she said in a panic, "Wen Qitian, come and save me!"

"Why didn't you come to save me, this little girl is so cruel!" Wen Qi Weather does not fight in one place, and the tricks of the night cold smoke are tricky, although it is a first-order foundation, but the strength is not worse than him!

Lan Kochen's eyes were red, the stone platform under her vibrated and a bad premonition floated in her heart, sure enough, in the next second, Xia Changqin's hands were sealed, and the power of the earth spirit root exploded, "Tuhe car!"

The soil appeared out of thin air, completely crushing Lancôme's water spirit root.

The local spirit root suppressed the water spirit root, and now Xia Changqin still has that strange umbrella, so that all her moves are invalid, and even every time she attacks, those moves will bounce back to herself.

Her teeth trembled, and she was buried alive by Xia Changqin's Tuhe car.

The cold smoke of the night rose into the air, and the mysterious power on her body burst out, her eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels seemed to explode in her body.

Thin lips raised, a linen cloth covered in blood, "Attack-"

The explosion of pure spiritual power, suppressed from the bones.

In the fifth game, she actually used coercion!

Low grade presses high grade.

This is simply unheard of, and what makes everyone panic even more is that Wen Qitian seems to be unable to stand this coercion, and bends down stiffly, he stubbornly bent his bones, and didn't want to kneel, but the whole person was kicked away by the cold smoke of the night, and smashed a big hole on the stone platform.

The familiar technique of horror is quickly reminiscent of Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang and Ye Lengyan raised their heads at the same time, their two pairs of thin and cool eyes facing each other, and the same suppressive force in their bodies began to move.

"I ...... Admit defeat. ”

Lan Kochen had just broken through the mound and was about to come out to fight Xia Changqin again, but when she heard Qi Tian's voice admitting defeat, her body trembled, but it was too late to stop the speed at which the number reader announced the result.

"One group, lose!"

Wen Qitian fell into a coma when he heard the result.

As a result, Lan Kochen has a belly of fire but no place to send it.

Everyone else is dizzy, and if she is saying a few words, those men will definitely say that she is hard-hearted.

The ranking is gone, and she can't afford to lose her reputation again.

If you hear that Qitian has fallen, but you have not fallen, is it obvious that you have not used all your strength?

Thinking of this, she deliberately staggered two steps to Wen Qitian's side, and fainted with a plop.

In my ears was the exclamation of the crowd.

is nothing more than praising the cold smoke of the night and Xia Changqin's power......

The more she listened, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, but the two medical women who carried her relied on her and Wen Qitian to be unconscious, and their voices became louder and louder.

Even laughed.

Lan Kochen was about to be mad, and when the two medicine women carried her to the path, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the two of them with resentment.

The two exclaimed, and as soon as they were nervous, they let go of the stretcher.

The stretcher fell to the ground with a thud, and Lan Kochen fell hard.

The two medical girls hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Lan Kochen to ask for guilt, "Miss forgive me, Miss forgive me." ”

"Waste stuff." Lan Kochen raised his hand and slapped each of the two medical women.

The medicine woman's face swelled at a visible rate, and they hung their heads and didn't dare to look into Lan Kochen's eyes.

Oops!

Lan Kochen waved his sleeves fiercely, turned around and strode away.

The fifth game ended in the evening.

The winning groups are two groups of Lan Ling and Lan Xuanchen, four groups of Xia Changqin and Ye Lengyan, five groups of Ji Ming and Lu Shi'an, seven groups of Wen Lin and Ruan Lingxia, and ten groups of Lan Wujiang and Lan Xiaowu.

At the beginning of the sixth game, no players are allowed to die on the field, and there will be elder care of the Lan family, and all fights will be until the point is reached. Players can bring Contract Beasts into the field and can even abstain before the match.

Lan Wujiang's Rakshasa Bird is well known to everyone, Ji Ming in the fifth group, and Ruan Lingxia in the seventh group directly abstained because they did not have a contract beast.

Lan Xiaowu also applied for a waiver with Lan He.

The most unexpected thing is the cold smoke at night.

She also chose to abstain.

And, for no reason.

Ranhe asked many times, but the other party only had one sentence, I don't want to fight.

Its attitude is perfunctory, leaving people speechless.

The sixth game was supposed to be five out of ten players, but due to the decrease in numbers, Ranhe decided to cancel the sixth game and go straight to the seventh game.

The Plug of Tomorrow, the top three are selected one by one.

The oppressive atmosphere once again spread on the spectator platform, but no one objected.

Lan Wujiang's hand holding the red blood halberd tightened a little, and his eyes were cold.

At night, the fog is filled, and the occasional thunder explodes the night sky, and there is no rain, and the lights of the city are faintly bright.

The silver finches in the bamboo forest are not calling today, and they are surprisingly quiet. Jiuzhou Chinese

Lan Wujiang soaked in the bathtub alone, rose petals sticking to her snow-white skin.

Suddenly, Lan Wujiang stepped into the air, pulled the robe on the screen with his hand, put it directly on his body, jumped from the window to the roof with bare feet, and then lifted a piece of brick and looked inside the bath.

I saw a black figure approaching the screen, holding a dagger, and rushing to the side of the bathtub.

Lan Wujiang turned his spirit into a blade between his fingers and struck it out with a bang.

The man in black fell to the ground with a plop, Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, and quickly rolled off the roof and walked into the screen.

I saw only a black cloth and a palm-sized paper figure on the ground.

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, and there was an inexplicable coolness behind him.

The night was as cool as ink, a figure flashed on Lan Wujiang's roof, she stood where Lan Wujiang had just stood and bent down slightly, and the corners of her lips hooked up a smile......

The sun is high and the mountains are wide, and Lan Wujiang got up early today.

She sat in front of the dresser with her eyes down, Feng Zhao's slender fingers running between her hair.

"I think it looks good." Feng Zhao gave Lan Wujiang a half-moon sideburns, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Lan Wujiang was stunned, looking at the hair scattered behind his ears, the corners of his lips pulled slightly, "Let's comb it all up." ”

Feng Zhao smiled dumbly, and reluctantly combed Lan Wujiang into a men's bun.

"What? You hate me?" Lan Wujiang turned his head suddenly, his delicate facial features were not powdered, and his eyes looked at Feng Zhao with water and clean.

"How dare I, after this clan competition, I should be able to give you a good rest for a while." Feng Zhao squinted his eyes and smiled gently.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, put a jade crown on himself, and muttered quietly, "You didn't dislike me before, but now you dislike me." ”

Feng Zhao sighed slightly, and helped Lan Wujiang straighten out his clothes, "Wujiang has heard a word?"

Lan Wujiang took the eyebrow pencil and carefully traced his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes raised, "What words?"

"People often say that whether Qingshan is charming or not depends on who Qingshan is."

Lan Wujiang squinted, put down the eyebrow pencil in his hand, and looked at Feng Zhao seriously, "And then?" ”

Feng Zhao chuckled lightly and did not answer.

He saw that all living beings are grass and trees, but you are the green mountain.

Lan Wujiang's heart was crisp and numb, and there was a burst of heat.

She didn't get Feng Zhao's answer, but she blushed first.

"Is it hot?" Feng Zhao reached out and touched Lan Wujiang's forehead with the back of his hand.

Lan Wujiang pushed Feng Zhao away, sullen, "I've got my eyebrows spent." ”

Feng Zhao staggered a step, unsuspectingly pushed by Lan Wujiang, and looked at Lan Wujiang in shock with beautiful eyes.

Lan Wujiang realized what he had done to Feng Zhao, and quickly stood up and grabbed Feng Zhao's hand, "I ......"

"What are you touching me for, I'm making your makeup." Feng Zhao deliberately spoke in a mournful tone.

Hearing this, Lan Wujiang first looked in the mirror, and then hurriedly turned around and coaxed Feng Zhao, "No flowers, no flowers, I won't push you again in the future." ”

Feng Zhao let out a meaningful sigh, "Really?"

Lan Wujiang nodded hurriedly, "Hmm!"

Feng Zhao reflexively pressed Lan Wujiang on the dresser.

Half of the bottles and cans were poured, and Lan Wujiang's back was pressed in pain, but the grievances in Feng Zhao's eyes were not reduced by half.

It's just that the abusive aura that belongs to men soaks her little by little.

From her neck to her earlobes to her cheeks, Lan Wujiang even had a layer of pale pink on her fingertips, and she said nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

The corners of Feng Zhao's lips rose, and his eyes drooped slightly, "I want to see if you can push me." ”

Lan Wujiang choked, and inexplicably felt that Feng Zhao's action was very dangerous.

He descended little by little, and the two bodies were almost close together.

Lan Wujiang struggled slightly, and Feng Zhao immediately narrowed his eyes.

Lan Wujiang didn't move again.

"I was wrong." Lan Wujiang's lips opened slightly, looking at the lips that were about to be pasted, she tilted her head slightly, and her cheeks brushed lightly with Feng Zhao.

The sound of her heartbeat reached Feng Zhao's ears without reservation.

Lan Wujiang raised his hand to wrap his arm around Feng Zhao's neck, and said pitifully in his ear, "I hurt ......."

Feng Zhao's eyes were dim, and he got up, the smile on the corner of his lips was still gentle, but the temperature in the room seemed to be a little higher.

"I'll go out and wait for you first." Feng Zhao turned around, and his white robe was slightly blown by the wind.

Three thousand white hairs hung down on his shoulders, and the sense of alienation was captured by Lan Wujiang sharply.

After Feng Zhao left the room, Lan Wujiang covered his face with his hands in embarrassment and scolded himself secretly.

Look, it's made Feng Zhao angry again.

Cultivation is not good, and he is the first to make him angry.

Lan Wujiang lay on the dresser in annoyance, his nose sour.

Feng Zhao, who was standing at the door waiting for Lan Wujiang, chuckled, his eyes were still bright.

Lan Wujiang......

His lips opened slightly, and the name muttered from his teeth was warm.

The Lan family compares everywhere, and all the elders of the Lan family are present today, and they are sitting in danger one by one.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly depressing.

"The roll call is over, and now the draw begins." The person who read the number solemnly read everyone's names, and then put the sign holder in front of everyone.

The final is divided into the first half and the second half.

In the first half, players can choose whether to be alone or even, choose one to two, and choose two to one.

If you choose a solo pick in the first half, if you win, you will directly advance to the second half.

Even the draw also requires teammates to play each other.

Today, Lan Wujiang brought the Iron Eating Beast and the Rakshasa Bird, and everyone looked at Lan Wujiang vigilantly.

I'm afraid that Lan Wujiang chose to sign evenly.

If she chooses to be a couple, they won't have a chance to win.

"Choose independence."

Lan Wujiang's lips opened slightly, and he pulled one to one.

The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief, and silently prayed in their hearts that they would not draw one and be Lan Wujiang's opponent.

"Alone."

When the number reader walked in front of Lan Xuanchen, Lan Xuanchen handed over the signature paper with two written on it.

The number reader was silent for a moment, and began to announce the duel group.

"Lanling, Wen Lonely, there is no boundary to Lan."

"Xia Changqin, Lu Shi'an, to Lan Xuanchen."

The sound of the gong is long, and the ancient rhyme is long.

This time, a thin layer of spiritual power was covered on top of the stone platform, and a protective shield was established outside the stone platform.

Lan Wujiang's iron-eating beast slipped out of her sleeve, and when it landed, it suddenly became larger, and its ferocious appearance made people suddenly have no desire to fight.

Lan Wujiang sat on the back of the iron-eating beast, his white clothes flying, and the red blood halberd was shining in the scorching sun.

Lanling's beast pet was a three-tailed fire fox demon, which lay on Lanling's shoulder, vigilantly staring at Lan Wujiang's iron-eating beast.

The silent blue-scaled python was only half the size of an iron-eating beast.

When Lan Wujiang was drawn, Wen Xi's whole face darkened.

How to fight now? The game had begun, but no one on the field had moved.

Lan Wujiang hadn't summoned the Rakshasa Bird, and if she summoned the Rakshasa Bird, she wouldn't have to think about it.