The god turn of the main man on the stage really accepted the incompetence, and everyone's hearts eager to watch the play were all hit by 10,000 points, knowing that there was a person on the stage again.

It really "appeared", because no one saw how he got up, and when he saw it clearly, he was already on stage.

"Black-faced gods." It was originally a whisper, but ten thousand people were murmuring at the same time......

The moment the person on the other side entered, even Ye Lingyi unconsciously tensed up, not because there was any change, but because of an instinctive reaction.

If you really want to look closely, this man has a heavy sword behind his back, which is the most single-minded way of carrying a sword;

This person's heartbeat is more regular and gentle than breathing, which is the state of battle only the most calm martial artists;

This person's gaze is as calm as stagnant water, and this person's aura is deep and restrained, like a sword in the sheath......

These were the details that made up Yeling's instincts, and this man was an adversary worthy of her attention.

Regardless of whether she cultivates martial arts, it is just an imposing attitude that prompts her to suppress herself and come to fight.

Yeling Yiping stretched out her hand, and Biluo, who "sold the owner for glory", consciously fell into her palm and was obediently held by her.

Grabbing her left hand behind her, Twilight was thrown out of the field by her from behind her waist and smashed it on Feng Xiyuan.

The martial arts platform's own formation started too slowly, and Ye Ling simply waved his hand directly to send the referee who was too late to stare out of the field, and turned over and smashed a crystal formation disk.

The isolation formation from her hand landed in an instant, and when the four spiritual power walls were closed overhead, the two people in the field had already collided violently together!

This turn doesn't have to be as small as just now, the "black-faced god" stood up abruptly, and then the two began to compare without saying a word.

The flying sword qi, the splashing purple and black spiritual power, and the dazzling white clothes and black shadows, even Garfield slowly woke up from his false sleep.

It glanced in the direction of Feng Xiyuan, and found that the person was actually crooked and leisurely, unmoved at all, and couldn't help but be indignant.

Do you know that the person who fought with Ye Lingyi before this, in terms of visual effects, can achieve this achievement, he is the only one! Do you understand that men have to defend their uniqueness in women's hearts!

Spicy Chicken! Garfield quietly gestured to his middle finger, which would not be detected by any living being, and buried himself in his sleep.

In such a high-consumption battle, the two monsters in the field actually fought for more than a quarter of an hour, and when the eighth-order formation of Yibu couldn't bear the heavy pressure and shattered, the people who were attracted and shocked by the thrilling "you come and go" before had no intention of paying attention to who lost and who won, compared to the battle itself, it didn't matter.

"Cough, cough, cough......" The coughing man seemed to be about to cough out his lungs.

The smoke and dust stirred up by the spiritual power dissipated, and the situation in the field was clear.

"Yu Zhao."

"Ye Lingyi."

A person who is obviously less than twenty-five years old, a little unstable but walks down the competition platform with a straight back, looks like a middle-aged man of forty years old, too rigid and calm.

Only the names were exchanged, and there was no other communication, but Ye Lingyi was bound to remember the person who had the least conversation.

Yu Zhao, his day is unpredictable.

She had never met anyone who could do everything in one thing before, and this one, he had turned himself into a sword.

Ye Ling sighed in his heart and threw Biluo's backhand behind him.

With a soft sound of "bang", the divine sword, which was obviously sharper than Ye Lingyi's sweeping gaze, was thrown onto the back of the referee's seat, but only the tip of the sword was missing, and the strand of black hair wrapped around the sword body was not broken.

The warned, Qi Xian chuckled, slowly and methodically poured down the hair that had been wrapped around the sword several times, and said to Ye Lingyi: "What do you mean, Madame? ”

Since Feng Xiyuan came here, Ye Lingyi has never said a word to him, and this time it is the same.

If she hadn't thrown the sword in time, the spatial element around Yu Zhao would have already attacked. She only broke a strand of hair, not to mention that Yu Zhao also changed the heart-piercing wound on her shoulder because of this.

She knew the purpose of his actions against her wishes in front of her this time, but, if she didn't want to deal with her, she didn't want to take care of it, and she didn't bother to give her eyes, as for the reason...... She will have a headache when she thinks about it, and she can mention it again after a while!

Ye Lingyi jumped up on the spot, and at the top of the huge bluestone stele, the three brand-new big characters emitted more and more dazzling golden light as she approached, until Ye Lingyi touched the stone stele, and the golden light in the sky was submerged, and there was no more peerless elegance in the field.

"She's happy, even if you will be guilty, weigh it." This was said by Feng Xiyuan to his more than a dozen "pro" nephews.

He sat up lazily, and at the same time floated up, he sent Garfield, who was screaming and didn't dare to make a sound, into the bluestone tablet in the air, which was "thrown".

When Garfield didn't enter the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, Feng Xiyuan chuckled, and the figure dissipated at once, leaving only the sound of that heavenly laughter, with a long aftertaste.

This scene is really like a fairy passing by and stopping to watch a big show.

The "Big Buddha" walked the cleanest and neatest time, and the bear children, who had long been suffocated, began to make noise to their heart's content.

There are those who sigh before, and there are those who guess after that.

"Uncle must be afraid that he will lose face after a while." Wen Sixuan nodded as she spoke, hoping to add credibility. After the battle with the "black-faced god", I can't tell what rank the little aunt has?!

"That's not it, the little aunt is going to become a 'god', it's too easy to kill the uncle!" Wen Siyi was the first to express her full agreement.

"I'll you!" This "heartbreaking" exclamation, while everyone wanted to beat people violently, more and more people looked in the direction of Wen Siyi's finger, and then the martial arts arena fell into dead silence again.

From the moment Ye Lingyi entered the trial tower, the huge bluestone tablet became a "display screen"-like existence, and the spiritual power projected was naturally the scene inside the trial tower.

And behind the only remaining name of the bluestone stele, the blood-colored number represents the number of floors of the trial tower where Ye Lingyi is currently located.

At the moment, the number is: eight!