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The more Li Yaoyuan thought about it, the happier he became, and finally left drunk and drunk.

"Su Luo, are you still cultivating hard?" The corners of Li Aochen's mouth hooked up with an evil sneer, "It's a pity, what's the use of cramming Buddha feet temporarily?" Gee. ”

Li Aochen shook his head disdainfully, and then leaned on the rattan chair comfortably and raised his eyes to look at the sky.

Will he lose? How is this possible? Even if you kill him, you won't believe it.

Thinking like this, Li Aochen took out a money bag from the side of his waist and tossed it high and low in his hand.

Looks like he can also earn some pocket money to spend.

Tomorrow, the battle is about to begin, Su Luo, are you ready? Li Aochen hooked the corners of his eyes wickedly.

At this time, Su Luo was still fighting.

Over and over.

The later it was, the longer the battle went, and the two men were in a stalemate, and neither could help the other.

At this time, Su Luo's head and arms, all the exposed skin was drenched in blood.

Su Luo gasped violently, letting the sweat flow down like rain, and his brows did not wrinkle.

However, waves of intense pain came from the wound, and Su Luo took a deep breath, barely suppressing his somewhat vague consciousness.

Su Luo knew that she couldn't move.

Li Aochen, who was opposite her, was not much better.

At this time, Li Aochen's right arm had been split by Su Luo, and blood rushed out.

He almost jumped to his feet in anger, but he didn't dare to move half a step.

Because there will be flaws in movement, and flaws are to give the enemy a chance to attack themselves.

The two men stood facing each other, their eyes narrowed dangerously, and they both stared at each other.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After reality.

The translucent morning light breaks the darkness of dawn, and the sky is clouded with an orange-red morning glow.

Nanshan.

Outside Su Luo's room.

Beichen Ying and Ziyan stood opposite each other, and there were all kinds of entanglements between their expressions.

"Why don't you knock on the door?" Ziyan thought about it, put down her hand again, and gave up her position to Beichen Ying.

Beichen Ying raised his hand, and just as the back of his finger was about to buckle the door panel, he stopped stupidly, turned his head and asked Ziyan: "Is this really no problem?" What if Luoluo is at a critical moment of cultivation? Will it be disturbed to the point of going mad? ”

Ziyan looked at the sky outside tangledly: "If you don't go, it's too late, and Luoluo will be automatically disqualified from the competition at that time." ”

"Why don't you come?" Beichen Shadow weakly relinquished his position.

"You-" Zi Yan stomped on him angrily and glared at him fiercely, "I'll come, I'll come!" ”

Ziyan stood to the place where Beichen Ying had given way, struggled to do her mental construction, and then raised her hand gracefully.

Just as the back of her hand was only an inch away from the door panel, suddenly, she found that she couldn't move at all!

Ziyan suddenly panicked.

But before she could complain, a cold voice sounded silently in her ears: "Don't disturb her. ”

"Third Senior Brother!" Ziyan found that her body could move, and turned back in surprise.

Nangong Liuyun wore a light blue brocade robe, standing in the direction of the backlight, the orange-red morning light came from behind him, lining his whole person like a god falling from the nine heavens, handsome and incomprehensible, and the beauty was suffocating.

The all-round style and noble elegance make people feel that it is blasphemy to look at it more.

"So what now?" Zi Yan shook her head and drove the beautiful image of Nangong Liuyun out of her mind.