Chapter 302: The Scumbag Watching the Play 2
"Fifth sister, are you really going to go to the gladiatorial arena to meet Feng Beiyue's waste?" Feng Qixue, the girl walking beside her, asked.
The girl who was asked smiled hehe, grabbed Feng Qixue beside her, raised her eyebrows, and said with a look of ambition: "I want to see how powerful Feng Beiyue's waste is now, and he actually wasted Feng Zhiruo's idiot's hands!" Oh, Fourth Sister, don't worry, don't you still believe in Fifth Sister's ability? ”
Feng Qixue, who was holding her hand, nodded helplessly, poked Feng Qiwu's head, and said, "I really can't help you!" ”
"Let's go, let's call all the people in the Feng family, today, I want Feng Beiyue's waste, take care of it!"
Having said this, Feng Beiyue and Yantai Chi have already faced each other, and there are more and more onlookers, all curious about who can win this game, and even the three people on the Fengyun list standing on the pillar can't help but be a little worried, Shulan, who was laughed at by Feng Beiyue in her heart, had a somewhat tangled expression, looked at the other two people and asked, "Wouldn't it be too much to let them compete in the gladiatorial arena?" What if this guy really killed that girl? After all, it's the dean......"
"Oh, hehe~ When will our Shulan start to worry about people?" The flower god Gu covered his red lips and looked at Shulan with a little playfulness, smiling so charmingly and evilly.
"But then again, if we let that guy from the inkstone come like this, will we be cleaned up by the dean? The slave family has a headache~" The flower god Gu leaned on Xiao Yunyin's body and said.
The latter was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "I'll pay attention to the end!" ”
Even if they enter the gladiatorial arena, but before Feng Beiyue's special identity is understood, I believe that Yan Tai Chi will not be a killer, but these worries, in the next game, the competition reversal will make them unable to return to their senses!
"Humph! Don't blame me for not being merciful for a while! Yan Tai Chi fiddled with the black feather fan in his hand, looked at the other side, his eyes seemed to be looking forward to it, and Feng Beiyue, who was full of interest, couldn't help frowning. Does this guy not know how scared he is, or does he not know how powerful they are at all? Hmph, I'll have to hit you and beg for mercy for a while!
"That's a lot of nonsense!" The short-tempered Feng Beiyue has long been impatient with his ink, and he only knows how to scare himself, so he doesn't really rely on his strength? Joke, is it really scared when she Feng Beiyue is scared? Saying that Feng Beiyue didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, she suddenly deceived herself, so let you try my new skills!
"Everything grows!"
Feng Beiyue's hands were together, and the wood element suddenly exploded, and rows of dark green writhing vines came out of the ground, and the vines seemed to be resurrected, and they quickly attacked towards the inkstone chisel one by one, this scene made the people present can't help but smack their tongues!
"I'll go! It turned out to be a wood elemental cultivator! ”
"Isn't it? It turned out to be one of the few elemental manipulators! No wonder, there's still a bit of ability! ”
Yan Taichi, who was suddenly attacked, was obviously a little stunned, playing cards did not expect that the other party was not only not afraid, but also so anxious to find death in his heart to be confused, but soon he reacted, the black feather fan in his hand suddenly swept, and the green vines that came from the attack broke together, fell to the ground and twisted a few times, and disappeared!
Feng Beiyue suddenly hooked her lips and smiled: "Do you think this is the end?" ”
As her voice landed, the place where the dark green vines that had disappeared suddenly and quickly grew into thicker and denser vines, head-on to the inkstone!
"There are two hits!" The attacked inkstone chisel, looking at the vines that attacked, sneered and stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and then the black feather fan in his hand suddenly became larger, and the original feather was actually blacker than the long sword in the blink of an eye, six or seven, pieced together, the sword body was pitch black, the blade was black and shiny, and the sharpness was self-evident.
"Look! The weapon of the inkstone chisel turned out to be a treasure weapon!! ”
"What's so strange about this, who can enter the top five on the list, who doesn't have a magic weapon! You're making too much fuss too! ”