"Next group, four groups of forty-four, four groups of twenty-six, ten groups of eight......"

The lottery shaker finally stopped shouting the three-group fourteen.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Lan Xiaowu walked briskly onto the stage and passed by Lan Wujiang who stepped down.

Suddenly, the two turned around at the same time, and Lan Xiaowu winked playfully at Lan Wujiang.

She did not hold a weapon in her hands.

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, and frowned when he saw that the strong male cultivator was in the same group as Lan Xiaowu.

Lan Xiaowu has just broken through the foundation.

The male cultivator on the other side is the pinnacle of the first order of foundation building.

There is a vague tendency to break through the second order of foundation building.

"It's okay sister." Lan Xiaowu seemed to see through what Lan Wujiang was thinking, and raised his little face and smiled at Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang's lips moved slightly, but the guards stepped forward.

Motioned for Lan Wujiang to go down.

Lan Wujiang returned to his seat with a cold face.

Liu Qing hurriedly helped Lan Wujiang hand over the tea, "Miss has been fighting twenty-one times in a row, you're tired, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

Lan Wujiang raised his hand and stopped Liu Qing's serving of tea, and looked at Lan Xiaowu with heavy eyes.

"Little girl, if you don't admit defeat later, my brother is afraid that it will hurt you." The sword in the man's hand was sharp, and the green clothes flew up.

Lan Xiaowu looked at the male cultivator ignorantly, and his voice was soft and small, "Then brother, why don't you let me make two moves later?"

The male cultivator choked, looking at Lan Xiaowu's pure eyes, and inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Let's go!"

The announcer blows the whistle.

said that it was fast at that time, and more than a dozen silver needles flew out of Lan Xiaowu's wrists, swishing through the skin and flesh of the male cultivator.

The male cultivator snorted and swung his sword to block the needle, but he was repeatedly defeated and irritable.

"The clan is more upright, you actually use a hidden weapon!"

Seeing that his injuries were beginning to heal due to spiritual power, Lan Xiaowu stepped towards the tip of his sword, and with the help of force, his small body sat on the male cultivator's neck, and his legs twisted hard to the side.

"Click." One of the tendons in his neck was broken.

The male cultivator almost suffocated to death, and life and death were at stake.

His face turned red, and his thick arms tore Lan Xiaowu off and threw him to the ground.

The spirit sword pierced Lan Xiaowu's body.

It's too late to dodge.

A layer of cold sweat broke out in Lan Xiaowu's palm, and just as the sword was about to fall on her heart, she suddenly raised her head and smiled at the male cultivator.

She looks clean and soft, and the little white teeth seem to symbolize her purity and immaculateness.

and the woman who just wanted his life is like two people.

"Brother? Can you stop hurting me?" Lan Xiaowu made a thin sound in his throat.

The man was stunned, but he couldn't do it.

And in the next second, Lan Xiaowu took advantage of the situation and drilled out of his armpit.

His eyes changed suddenly, he jumped up in the air, and the silver needle pierced the opponent's temple.

The male cultivator's aura cover exploded, and he could dodge it, and he flew up a sword and pierced Lan Xiaowu's arm.

"Poof."

Lan Xiaowu's breath was chaotic, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The male cultivator didn't expect Lan Xiaowu to dodge, and said with a frown, "If you admit defeat, you can still live." ”

Lan Xiaowu hung his head and suddenly laughed lowly.

"I told you not to hurt me, why didn't you listen." Lan Xiaowu snorted, holding the blade of the spirit sword in his hand, and the blood vessels in his wrist burst out.

Drops of crimson blood trickled down her palms.

"Click."

Lan Xiaowu directly pulled out the male cultivator's spiritual sword.

He stumbled for a moment, then stood firm, raised his head, and his eyes were as cruel as hellish rakshasas.

The bloody palm used spiritual power, and the needle actually came out of her palm.

"Boom."

Aura blast.

That palm aura torrented, and the silver needles suddenly exploded, turning into several five-petal silver pear blossoms, the petals were as sharp as blades.

"Bang dang."

The male cultivator's aura cover was directly pierced by this silver pear blossom rain, and the whole person was overturned by the air current, and fell hard under the stone platform.

He was lying on the ground convulsive, with dozens of holes in his body.

Each hole is in the shape of a pear blossom.

The internal organs are all penetrated.

"It's Pear Blossom Needle! The lost pear blossom needle of the Shangyuan fairy. ”

Someone who knows the goods exclaimed.

Lan Xiao's May Day time has also become the focus of everyone.

Lan Wujiang's frowning brows relaxed, but his face turned paler.

Lan Xiaowu, who looked at the eyebrows like a landscape painting, missed a beat in his heartbeat.

This is her sister.

She grew up quietly out of her sister's sight, stealing her sight in a savage and violent way.

As long as Lan Wujiang was watching her, it would be enough.

Today, her wish has come true, and Lan Wujiang is the only one in her eyes at this moment.

Lan Xiao's crescent-like eyes curled, and he shook his hand at Lan Wujiang, smiling cheerfully.

Lan Wujiang sighed slightly, but still beckoned to Lan Xiaowu.

Lan Xiaowu was overjoyed, and walked quickly in front of Lan Wujiang, and Liu Qing handed over the healing pill.

"You didn't say anything just now, so I thought you weren't prepared, don't worry me next time." Lan Wujiang's slender fingers flicked on Lan Xiaowu's head.

Lan Xiaowu took the pill handed by Liu Qing, smiled sweetly, sat next to Lan Wujiang, and took a sip of the pill, "Because I know that my sister believes in me." ”

Liu Qing sneered, took out the gauze prepared in advance, and bandaged Lan Xiaowu, "Miss Five's temperament is reluctant to be punished." ”

Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, seeing that Lan Xiaowu's wounds began to heal, his heart that had been hanging for a moment finally let go.

"Group 2 No. 1 ......"

The game was coming to an end, and Lan Xuanchen finally walked to the stone platform under the expectant gaze of everyone.

He was the first in the clan ratio last year, and this year he is only fourteen, and he has already cultivated as a Jindan.

It is a rare good seedling in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

Sure enough, the sixth order of foundation building on the opposite side failed to survive three moves in his hands......

As the sun sets, the preliminary round is finally over.

Of the 1,000 disciples on the field, a total of eight people died, some happy and some sad.

But the real bloody storm has not yet begun.

The children of the Lan family all advanced without exception.

That night, the grandfather of the Lan family gathered everyone to hold a dinner, and in the staggered time of fundraising, he could see that Lan Junlin's face was extremely ugly.

"What's going on?" Ranhe couldn't help but ask.

Halfway through the meal, Lan Junlin had only eaten two or three bites, and Xu Gui's eyes were even redder, looking like he had been greatly wronged.

"What else? It's not that there are some lowly embryos who are making waves in the house. Xu Gui gritted his teeth and glanced at Lan Wenjiu with resentment.

The corners of Lan Wenjiu's lips twitched, and he raised his eyes without showing weakness, "Grandpa, today's father just ordered someone to send a mung bean soup to my aunt at noon, and if he didn't send it to his wife, his wife will be unhappy all day." ”

Xu Gui's eyes widened, and he sneered, "Elders talk, where is your share of talking!"

Lan Wenjiu shrugged at Lan King's Landing.

Lan Junlin choked, and suddenly felt that his face was gloomy.

Lan Wujiang frowned and put down the dishes and chopsticks, "Grandpa, I'm full, I'll go back to practice first." ”

Lan He nodded slightly, watching Lan Wujiang's thin back disappear from her sight, his hand slapped the table, and there was silence all around.

"You are the main mother, and you are jealous of a concubine, with this kung fu, it is better to take care of Xuanyi."

"Lan Wujiang didn't have a dantian and could still kill twenty-one battles, he used the pill to forcibly pile up an eighth-order foundation building, the foundation was unstable, and he couldn't even catch Qi Chen's ten moves."

Lan He's eyes narrowed slightly, and Xu Gui suddenly held back his crying, but he felt so wronged in his heart, and he made a note of Lan Wujiang in his heart.

Night is like water......

The bright moon was shining, Lan Wujiang was dressed in white, standing by the window with his hands in his hands.

She seems to have grown a little taller lately.

Lan Wujiang looked at the moon in the sky and chuckled.

Feng Zhao slowly opened his eyes on the bed, staring at Lan Wujiang persistently, his lips slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat. Quick Eye 123

There was still a tenth of the power in his body that had not been completely dissolved.

Just absorb this heritage.

When he wakes up, he can truly protect Lan Wujiang.

Feng Zhao's mind lasted for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and before he could say anything, his eyelids were forced to close again.

Lan Wujiang seemed to feel a little movement, she looked back at the Luohan bed, but Feng Zhao was still lying quietly inside.

"It's a delusion again." Lan Wujiang smiled bitterly to himself, his heart was hot.

She held the jade wine jug in her left hand and swayed slightly, turned around, and sat on the edge of the window, three thousand green silks fell on her shoulders at will, her eyebrows and eyes were thin, and the moonlight sprinkled her all over her body, very lonely.

Zhu's lips rose slightly, and the golden wine poured into his throat.

Lan Wujiang's eyes were dyed with a bit of flattery.

Today's gin wine is overflowing with bitterness, spicy and choking, but the aftertaste is sweet.

The negligible sweetness made Lan Wujiang drink pot after pot without knowing it.

It seems that if you drink a little more, it will not be bitter.

But in fact, the root of the tongue is completely numb, and the wine is still bitter.

"Bang."

In the middle of the night, the jade wine jug in Lan Wujiang's hand fell to the ground, and Lan Wujiang's head tilted slightly sideways, sleeping by the window.

The wine in the jade pot meandered little by little on the floor.

The breeze passed, and unintentionally rained Lan Wujiang's head full of frost.

The night was cold and miserable, and occasionally a light rain dropped, wetting half of Lan Wujiang's arm along the eaves of the window.

Her cheeks were red, her lips were gorgeous, her exhaled breath was fragrant with wine, half of her white clothes were close to the curves of her body, like a bewitching queen in the water just out of the bath, and half of her robe was dry and elegant, cold as a fairy.

"Hello."

After a good night's sleep, the iron-eating beast woke up from the cold and sneezed violently.

After staggering to his feet, he found Lan Wujiang drenched in the rain by the window, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

It stomped on the ground with its little paws.

A soft white light streamed down from him.

The cute imps of yesteryear have grown up.

In his place was a handsome young man.

His face was like white jade, a black robe was mysterious and majestic, the mysterious totem between his wrists was extended, his eyes were deep, and the words "Xuansi" flashed quickly in his mind.

That's the name his dad gave it.

It's just that he won't know until he reaches a certain level of cultivation.

Now that Lan Wujiang's cultivation has risen sharply, he has also been upgraded.

The corners of Yi Xuansi's lips were slightly hooked, and he walked to the window with light steps.

He reached out and poked Lan Wujiang's cheek, and when he saw that she was really asleep, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Master?"

Yi Xuansi shouted a little, Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang didn't react at all.

Yi Xuansi squinted, hugged Lan Wujiang with both arms, and put Lan Wujiang back on the bed.

And brought a bowl of water and put it in the middle of Feng Zhao and Lan Wujiang.

As for Lan Wujiang's wet sleeves......

He used his internal strength to quietly help Lan Wujiang dry.

After all, he didn't want to wake up the woman in the middle of the night.

The fierce god is vicious, and a bird's beak doesn't know how much hair to peck off from him.

"Hmm......" Lan Wujiang turned over comfortably, his hand touching the bowl.

Seeing that he was about to be defeated, Yi Xuansi quickly took the bowl away, gritted his teeth and put it back on the table.

"That's it."

If the bowl was knocked over by Lan Wujiang, he would have to dry the quilt.

It's also too much trouble.

If you are taken advantage of by Feng Zhao, take advantage of it.

Yixuan thought about breaking the jar, and changed back to the appearance of a small one, swaggering to the cushion, and fell asleep.

On the second day, when Lan Wujiang woke up, he only felt a headache.

The smell of wine in his mouth had not yet dissipated, and when he got up, he saw Feng Zhao sleeping next to him, his face turned red.

No matter how many times I slept with Feng Zhao, when I woke up and saw his bewitching face, I would always blush uncontrollably.

Hurriedly washed up, pinched the corners of the quilt for Feng Zhao, and carried the silver halberd to the stone platform.

The draw for the second match was set yesterday.

Who the opponent is, you know it in your heart.

Lan Wujiang's opponent is Nan Luwen.

Yesterday, Nan Luwen scolded and scolded after drawing the lot.

I saw Lan Wujiang this morning, but he didn't say anything, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

In the first game, four groups of thirteen against two groups of seven.

The number of people on the spectator stage shrank at a rate that could be seen by the naked eye.

Yesterday it was crowded, but today there are only 200 people sitting sparsely in different positions.

Lan Wujiang wiped the face of the red blood halberd with a handkerchief, and walked onto the stone platform with an expressionless face.

Nan Luwen came on the field with a Guan Gong knife.

This Guan Gong knife is rumored to be related to the public's spirit, and the evil spirit is extremely powerful.

The best way to Kelan Wujiang is such a body cultivation.

Lan Wujiang felt the evil aura on Guan Gong's knife.

The evil qi in her body was also about to stir at this time.

Overcome the shak?

Lan Wujiang's eyes were playful.

A whistle blows.

That Nan Luwen wheeled up Guan Gong's knife and slashed towards Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang volleyed into the air, his toes spinning and kicking counterclockwise.

In the middle of the back of Nan Luowen's head, the red blood halberd was directly hit behind Nan Luowen.

His knees went limp, and he staggered to his knees and slid three meters away.

It's a shame.

A layer of dense sweat appeared on Nan Luwen's forehead.

"Lan Wujiang, I see that you are a woman, I won't do anything with you! Don't push me. ”

Lan Wujiang sneered and kicked on Nan Luwen's backbone.

"Click."

The sound is crisp.

Nan Luwen's face darkened, he never thought that Lan Wujiang would really dare to fight with him.

Don't you know he's a royal kid?

It's crazy!

"Less nonsense, fight or not?"

Lan Wujiang saw that Nan Luwen Guan Gong's knife couldn't be lifted, so he walked in front of Nan Luwen, hooked Guan Gong's knife with the tip of his soft boot, and kicked it into Nan Luwen's arms.

Nan Luwen was sweating profusely.

Who told him that this evil spirit can be Crane without borders? Where did Lan Wujiang look like he was half affected.

"If you force yourself not to fight, I will have to kill you."

Lan Wujiang suddenly leaned down and whispered in Nan Luwen's ear.

Nan Luwen's pupils shrank sharply, and he said angrily, "You dare!"

He raised his hand and used his spiritual power to smash Lan Wujiang into the stomach.

Lan Wujiang took a punch from him, and he didn't react at all.

The next moment, Lan Wujiang wheeled Nan Luwen's entire arm, and his strength made Nan Luwen doubt his life.

Building a foundation and repairing it is considered a piece of scrap iron here in Lan Wujiang.

There is not the slightest point of being able to fight.

She smiled and threw him into the air.

Then he flipped and dived, slamming into Nan Luwen's belly like an iron fist.

"Poof."

The blood that burst out of Nan Luwen's mouth threw a beautiful arc in mid-air.

His eyes were out of focus, and his soul was almost knocked out of his body.