"Boom, boom. ”

Countless sharp clods of earth smashed down on Murong Li's body, and after they were stacked continuously, Murong Li's figure disappeared completely.

Where he had been standing, clods of earth had formed a small hill.

Murong Li's whole body was buried.

"Grandpa, is the Seventh Prince going to die?" The little boy of five or six years old, his big eyes were full of tears, and his voice was full of tears.

"The Seventh Prince will not die. The old man touched the little boy's head and sighed.

With the strength of the old man, it was easy to eavesdrop on Murong Li's conversation just now.

"Really? Ah Tong didn't want the Seven Princes to die, the Seventh Prince was a good person and saved Ah Tong. ”

"Don't worry, good people will be rewarded. ”

"Click, click, click......"

A strange sound rang out.

Suddenly, on the small hill on the playing field, countless sharp branches protruded from it.

A moment later, a gram of tree the size of an adult's waist sprouted.

Countless sharp branches stretched out wantonly, attacking Murong Fu in a dense manner.

It's lightning fast.

"Ahh

Murong Fu, who was almost exhausted, couldn't hide at all, his hands and feet were pierced by tree branches, and he broke the shape of a large character and hung it on the wall.

Murong Li jumped down from the trunk of the tree and shook off the dirt.

The lips are peeled due to lack of water, and they also look a little embarrassed.

He approached Murong Fu, "Brother Huang agreed." ”

Murong Fu spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, glared angrily, and fainted not long after.

The person in charge of the arena walked up, picked up a pen and wrote a horizontal line behind Murong Li's name, and said loudly: "The winner is the seventh prince, accumulate one point." ”

"Win, it's amazing, that prince probably won't be able to participate in the next game. The little phoenix said proudly.

Jing Ge touched Da Bai in his arms, and his fingers were pulled over by Da Bai and licked *.

"It's ok. ”

Jing Ge laughed.

I'm in a good mood.

Jing Ge walked around the stands, and unexpectedly saw Lan Ruozhen, as well as the bald and red-haired man.

It seems that these three people will not leave the capital until her final finals.

However, this notebook obtained from Lan Ruozhen is very useful.

Lan Ruozhen noticed Jing Ge's gaze, turned his head to look at him, nodded and smiled slightly to say hello.

Bai Ye, who was sitting next to him, wrinkled his eyebrows.

When did the little guy meet the people of the Wuling Sect?

Jing Ge retracted his gaze and was about to get up to leave, when he suddenly saw a familiar back out of the corner of his eye.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in green, with two identical short knives pinned to her waist, wearing bells on her hands and feet, and ringing silver bells when she walked.

A head of black curly hair was draped behind his back.

Jing Ge stared for a moment.

The girl in green suddenly turned her head, her immature face was painted with bewitching red makeup, and her eyebrows and eyes were dyed with peach blossom makeup.

It's finally here.

Jing Ge's fist on her thigh tightened, and the surging hatred in her body began to churn, churning and rolling, abusing her heart.

The pain was almost suffocating.

This is the memory of being instructed by Xi Huayao to slaughter the women of the Jing family!

A woman whose name is not known yet!

"Who is that person?" Jing Ge reached out and pulled Ye Hachi, who was standing beside her.

Inevitably, his fingers touched the back of Yahachi's hand.

Yahachi's heart tightened, and his head turned mechanically, just in time to bump into the gloomy face of his own lord.

It's over.

The Lord is jealous again!

But he's innocent?

I knew I should have let Shadow be on this side.

The night is full of cows.