A big push.

Another big push.

Double a big forced pocket.

Wang He couldn't remember how many big pockets he had eaten in just a few tens of seconds.

So much so that countless layers of huge palm shadows even appeared in front of his eyes.

He couldn't help but want to hide.

But no matter what, I can't avoid it.

As one of Ye Yan's many flag demons, although Lu Dashan himself has no special strengths, he is the one with the strongest melee ability among all the demon spirits, and he is also the one with the most rough skin and thick flesh.

And Wang He, as an acquired alien, is not weak in his own fighting ability. But against a humanoid tank like Lu Dashan, it is too inferior.

Fighting hand-to-hand, the two are not on the same strength level at all.

"Bang!"

was slapped away by Lu Dashan again, and Wang He staggered up from the ground.

At this moment, his face was swollen like a roasted pig's head, covered with big red marks.

Although he has been beaten into this batch, Wang He is still unconvinced.

He was a user of a spirit detainee, and he was beaten like this by a demon spirit.

"You are enough, Lao Tzu is the user of the spirit detention, the god of all demons, you are just a lowly spirit, you dare to ...... to God"

Before Wang He finished speaking, Lu Dashan on the opposite side had already rushed over with an arrow step, grabbed Wang Ai's ankle, and poured a set of rapid combos, up and down, left and right......

Pinched by the ankle of fate, Wang He seemed to turn into a wielding windmill, and he was seen grabbing the ground with his face, constantly renovating the soil.

The scene was bloody at one point.

As the last fowl threw the end, the huge arena was enveloped by a roar.

Looking at Wang He, who was shaped like a dead dog at his feet and his eyes were scattered, Lu Dashan sneered disdainfully,

"God?"

"That's really a weak god."

……

……

Wang Ai's nails pierced into the flesh, but the expression on his face was as gloomy as ever.

He watched his grandson being ravaged by the Banner Demon, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Thinking of this, Wang Ai only felt that his heart was dripping blood.

If it weren't for the situation, Wang Ai really wanted to jump off the stage and rescue his grandson.

But he knew very well that he could never do that.

Although Lu Jin and the Heavenly Master have agreed, let him go down and come forward appropriately.

But Wang Ai himself knew that at this time, he must not come forward.

Once he jumps from here, it means that Ye Yan on the other side will definitely follow in.

At that time, not only will he not be able to save his grandson, but he will also put himself in it.

Therefore, he must not be impulsive, the best response is to behave indifferently, the more indifferent and indifferent, the better.

In that way, he would not fall into the trap set by Ye Yan. is also the only way to save his own grandchildren.

This is the reason why he is obviously dripping blood in his heart, but he still pretends to be calm.

After all

Luo Tian Dajiao has a clear rule that he cannot fight to the death, and anyone who breaks the rules means that he will declare war with the entire Heavenly Master Mansion.

He believed that Ye Yan would be a smart person and would not do such unwise things.

His grandson's life will not be in danger, but the pain of flesh and skin is certainly inevitable.

"Damn Ye Yan......"

Wang Ai held the railing with both hands and looked at Ye Yan from afar.

And Ye Yan, who was standing on the opposite side, was holding a cigarette and wearing a half-faced fox mask, smiling playfully.

After the two eyes met for a few seconds, Wang Ai snorted coldly and took the lead in looking away.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "This old dog, he can really bear it, his grandson has been beaten like this, and he is indifferent, he is worthy of being an old king who is good at shrinking his head." ”

Wang Ai's performance greatly surprised Ye Yan.

Before he came, he deliberately investigated, and he also knew that Wang Ai, the old ghost, loved him the most, and he was the only grandson Wang He.

That's why he let Feng Xingtong carry the demon flag when he came on the stage, in order to set up an old thing like Wang Ai and play such a play.

As a result, now, the stage is set up, and the actors have all entered the venue, but the protagonist Wang Ai is just standing on the audience and watching the excitement, and he has no intention of entering at all.

It's a bit of a disappointment.

However, disappointment is disappointment, and Ye Yan can actually understand it...... After all, Wang Ai, an old thing, has always been known for his viciousness, and what he likes to do most is to stumble people behind his back.

I really want to fish out such an old Wang Ba who likes to shrink his head, but with Wang He's one bargaining chip, it is obviously not enough, it seems that he still underestimates him.

Just as Ye Yan was thinking, Lu Dashan from the audience used the "Psychic Communication" to send a voice,

"Brother Yan, this kid has been beaten and fainted by me...... What's next? ”

"Let's come back first."

Ye Yan took a puff of cigarette and said silently.

Wang Ai's old dog doesn't end up, and it doesn't mean much to just beat a king.

After all, this thing is just a bait, a bait used for fishing, and it has already brought its value into play, but the fish are still very smart and don't end up.

Coupled with the rules of Luo Tiandajiao, it is not easy for Ye Yan to kill people in front of everyone.

Moreover, he has a deep grudge with the Wang family, and sooner or later it will have to be resolved, just one king is merged, so it is better to leave him to live for a while for the time being.

"Gotcha!"

After receiving Ye Yan's order, Lu Dashan turned into a dark green light, flew back into the demon flag on Feng Xingtong's body, and returned to hiding, as unpredictable as when he came.

The king and the dead dog were lying in a pool of blood, already in a deep coma.

Looking at his miserable appearance, it is estimated that there may not be a few good bones on his body, even if Ye Yan does not kill him this time, it will be difficult for this goods to recover if he does not recuperate for a year and a half.

Feng Xingtong in the distance looked very weak, this is the sequelae left after the end of the tonic method, and it is estimated that he will have to cultivate for a while.

But fortunately, although the body is weak, there are no fatal injuries. But even so, Feng Xingtong at the moment is still inevitably afraid.

When Liu Kunsheng was let go, Wang He's eyes full of murderous intent were still fresh in Feng Xingtong's memory.

He could feel that the king at that time really wanted to kill him. If it weren't for the fact that before entering, Ye Yansai gave him a demon flag of his own.

So who will be the person lying in the pool of blood now, or a matter of two things.

Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong couldn't help but give Ye Yan a grateful look, and Ye Yan also gave him a faint smile and encouragement.

With the king completely falling, there is no longer the ability to fight, and the referee also announced at the right time,

"Winner, Feng Xingtong."