"Nothing to do! Okay, okay! She is the most innocent! "Fairy Yubi was furious.

"Second Senior Sister, what do you mean by that?" The jade ghost real person confronted each other and said, "Don't forget, when the ghost fetus and ghost mother were raging, Luo'er saved many of your disciples." ”

"That's what kind of salvation is that." Fairy Yubi snorted coldly, "She just gave birth to a few ghost mothers, but didn't those ghost mothers still be killed by the people of the Nine Palace Temple in the end." ”

"Oh? Listening to the tone of the second senior sister, it seems that she is quite dissatisfied with the Nine Palace Temple, junior brother, I can reflect it to the above. "The jade ghost is really narrow.

Fairy Yubi was deflated, and her lips almost bit blood: "You don't talk nonsense, I am not dissatisfied with the Nine Palace Temple, don't harm me!"

The jade ghost real person smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

Ye Luo's game is a one-trick victory.

At the end of the competition on Arena 8, the competition was still in full swing in the other eleven arenas.

Ye Luo cared more about his younger brother, and walked to the No. 12 arena to watch the game.

Ye Gucheng's opponent, surnamed An, is a twenty-year-old young man from the Qianyuan. Cultivated as a second-order mad martial artist, a water system cultivator.

Lonely City and the man surnamed An had a fierce battle.

The man surnamed An is very fast, and Gucheng has never had a chance to perform the pupil technique.

After fighting for half an hour, Gucheng finally found a gap at the cost of being stabbed with a sword, looked at the man surnamed An, and performed the pupil technique of the Purple Shadow Veil, defeating the man surnamed An in one fell swoop.

"Oh my God, I'm tired of my master."

Ye Gucheng covered the penetrated sword wound on his shoulder, complained, and walked down from the No. 12 arena, "I didn't expect that the first round of the competition would be so difficult to win." After three rounds, what can I do? ”

"Don't be discouraged, if you win the first round, you will still have a chance in the second round."

Ye Luo pressed his younger brother's body, and then helped him bandage his wounds, "With the cultivation of a ninth-order mad warrior, you defeated the disciple of the second-order mad martial artist, which is already very powerful." ”

Ye Gucheng's children couldn't help but get proud, cocked their tails, and said, "Disciple of the Qianyuan, it's just like that."

As the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth.

This is the venue of the Qianyuan, and the surrounding audience is also mostly disciples of the Qianyuan.

"Boy, I don't know what to do!"

"Senior Brother An will lose to you, that's your trick! Good luck! ”

"That is, Senior Brother An is just the weakest one among the nine people participating in the Qianyuan competition, and you really think you are a green onion!"

"When it comes to the rematch, if you meet other contestants in my dry courtyard, you will definitely not be able to eat and walk around!"

"A little hairy head in the Yin Yuan is so arrogant!"

"That's it, the people in the underworld are disgusting!"

"This year, I will shave my head in the Yin Courtyard, and we will account for four of the top six, oh no, six of them!"

"Hahahaha!"

……

The surrounding disciples of the Qianyuan first spoke ill of each other, and then burst into laughter.

Ye Luo and Ye Gucheng have become the target of everyone.

Ye Gucheng's purple eyes flashed a gloomy color, he couldn't hold it back, and he was about to stand up immediately.

"Don't."

Ye Luo pressed his younger brother's shoulder and said, "They are the host, if we win, let's keep a low profile and don't cause unnecessary trouble to the Yin Courtyard." ”

"Hmph."

Ye Gucheng snorted coldly, and in his demon-like purple eyes, his anger did not decrease by half a point.