Si Yutian couldn't help but glance at Luo Yunhe more, he had already heard that there was a wise general and ghost talent beside the prince, and his brother Si Yitian was largely not defeated in the hands of Si Yitian, but in the hands of Luo Yunhe.

Luo Yunhe advocated that Xiao Luo continue to play, is it a disguised suppression of Xiao Luo? Want Xiao Luo to die of exhaustion on the field?

Si Yutian was not sure.

"Fourth brother, what do you think?" In the end, Si Jitian Baobao decided to consult the fourth brother's opinion.

"Ask her what she means." Si Yutian's phoenix eyes darkened, as deep as the sea, "I respect Xiao Luo's decision." ”

Soon, the inquiry from the supervisor side reached the No. 4 sub-field.

When Ye Luo heard this, he paused, lowered his golden eyes, and fell into deep thought.

She's thinking about it.

But the home team of the No. 4 sub-field was still cold, but they couldn't wait, and urged impatiently: "Ye Luo, have you decided whether to continue the next thirty consecutive win challenges, or come back tomorrow?"

Shui Yuhan was also a little nervous, and under the long sleeves, a pair of pink fists were clenched.

Shui Yuhan hopes that Ye Luo will continue. If Ye Luo is given a full night of rest, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents. In case Ye Luo wins eighty consecutive victories, or even ninety consecutive victories, the light will really overshadow herself, and her face as the home player will be gone.

After ten breaths.

Ye Luo raised his head, a touch of determination crossed the depths of his golden eyes, Sakura's lips moved slightly, and he spit out two words: "Continue."

The crowd was shocked.

"Is there something wrong with her?"

"She's killing herself!"

"Isn't it the same to continue the winning streak tomorrow? Ye Luo is also too big. ”

"No, I guess she wants to break the record of 100 consecutive wins 10 years ago, and Yinhe completed the streak in three days. Ye Luo is very ambitious, she wants to surpass Yinhe! ”

"Listening to you say that, it seems to have some truth."

……

Shui Yuhan was surprised and delighted, so surprised that Ye Luo couldn't think about it, and happy that Ye Luo could finally die: "That, then I announce, No. 4 will be divided into different arenas, and the winning streak challenge will continue!"

Ye Luo nodded, with no superfluous expression on his face.

She had just taken two pills and regained some strength, then she stood up again, staring fiercely at the enemy.

Seventy-first War.

The one who walked onto the arena was a monk in plain clothes.

Master Daoxin, the middle stage of the eighth-order mad martial artist, came from the Earth Buddha Temple. He is one of the top masters in the temple, and he looks like he is twenty years old.

"Amitabha."

Master Daoxin has a Zen staff in his hand, a horizontal eyebrow that flies obliquely into the temples, and eyes full of scrutiny, with a large number of Ye Luo up and down, "I heard that the female benefactor intends to marry into the Earth Buddhist Temple, and the poor monk is very curious, what kind of woman can get the favor of the host of Wushi." ”

Ye Luo was embarrassed.

"The master misunderstood, I don't have that kind of relationship with the trend, and I don't have the will to marry into the Earth Buddhist Temple." She folded her hands respectfully and returned the salute.

Master Daoxin was sensible, he looked at Ye Luo's eyes, and found that Ye Luo's golden eyes were clear, not lying at all, let alone hypocrisy, so he nodded and said, "So, very good." The female benefactor, you will definitely not be able to stand the hardships of the temple, and it is not very suitable for the host of Wushi. ”

Ye Luo==

It turned out to be a monk who could read faces.

But what the hell is the face of peach blossom? Are you saying that her peach blossom luck is very strong? Will you be tempted by all sorts of temptations?