It's only a little bit.

And not a lot.

After all, there are only eight people in a pavilion, and four of them are borrowed, which is too miserable, no matter how you look at it, it is not what it looks like.

"Master!"

The first to rush onto the arena was Mu Ziyan, the second disciple of Hongyan Pavilion.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ruge, the senior sister of the Hongyan Pavilion, also rushed up immediately, and the two women, one left and one right, helped up and knelt on the ground, their knees were scorched and motionless, they were covered in cold sweat in pain, and their faces were as pale as a dead man's Hongyan Pavilion Lord Jun Yanxin.

"Master, hurry up and take a painkiller." Seeing Jun Yanxin's fragile appearance, Ye Ruge didn't mention how distressed she was, so she hurriedly took out a pill bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to Jun Yanxin's mouth.

But Jun Yan's heart was too painful, and his lips trembled.

When the pain-relieving pill reached his lips, his lips couldn't hold it, and he didn't have the strength to swallow it, and the pill rolled directly from his lips to the ground.

Jun Yan's heart was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even speak.

There was only a pair of eyes, and he was still staring at the painkiller pill on the ground very unwillingly, and there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes, which might be his own incompetence.

Ye Ruge and Mu Ziyan sisters have never seen the master show this appearance, and their eyes were red at that time, and the tears of the two girls fell straight down: "Woo woo, master, why are you ...... How can you ...... Woohoo......"

After feeding Jun Yanxin a painkiller again.

The two girls hugged Jun Yan and cried bitterly.

After crying for a while, they may feel a little ashamed, so they helped their master and walked off the arena. It was sent to the grandstand area of Hongyan Pavilion.

On the bench of the high judges.

The Treasure Pavilion's Smoke Pavilion Lord frowned: "It's said that it's a viewing competition, just point it to the end." Will the Lord of the Ink Pavilion be too heavy? ”

After the Mo Yan competition, he has returned to the judges' seat.

In the face of doubts, his face did not change: "Is it heavy?" I only made half a move. ”

The face of the master of the Smoke Pavilion was blue, red, and white for a while, like a palette, which can be said to be very exciting.

His cultivation is not much higher than that of the Hongyan Pavilion Lord.

They have not reached the Purple Mansion Stage, and they have been struggling for a long time in the Great Perfection Realm of the Innate Stage, and they have not been able to advance an inch for several years or more than ten years.

Mo Yan only used half a move to severely damage the Hongyan Pavilion Master, which means that Mo Yan only needs to use one move at most to severely damage himself.

A ragged colt may make a good horse!

Is...... It's so jealous of this old fellow!

It's very unpleasant.

I feel like I'm a dwarf.

The old face is hot.

"What's the weight, the legs are not broken, it's just that the knee is broken, it's not a big deal." Zi Mucheng, the master of the Immortal Pavilion, spoke, with a casual look, "Competition, it is inevitable that there will be casualties." The Mo Pavilion Lord has already given in enough, otherwise, with his true strength, the Hongyan Pavilion Lord is afraid that his life will be gone. ”

My own family must be towards my own family.

If Xiao Qianmo is engaged to Mo Yan in the future, or even married, it will definitely be a family.

He categorically has no reason to gang up with outsiders to scare his own family.

The Yan Pavilion Lord's face was even more ugly, and he swept in the direction of Zi Mucheng in disbelief, and said, "Pavilion Master, what's wrong with you, isn't the Hongyan Pavilion Lord your best friend?" ”

The corners of Zi Mucheng's eyes twitched.

Heart, who is the best friend of the conceited old woman who likes to do things.