When did he come?

And when did it play?

Is it the time to read the letter?

But there is no him on the roster, what kind of cultivator is he?

Ah Jiu's face was unpredictable, and everything was taken into his eyes: "Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ah Jiu stared straight at the winning Tuoba Yan with a battle armor and clenched his fists, and the thunder drum sounded, announcing that Tuoba Yan had won this game.

"Do you know this man?" Xiao Xiao looked at the center of the field again, only to find that it was the former and current Tuoba General Pingding Hou, and for a while, Xiao Xiao didn't know what to say, and muttered:

"Could it be that he was the one who won last night?"

"Last night?" Ah Jiu came back to his senses.

"Well, didn't you go away for a long time last night, there were five games in total, and one of them was wearing armor, and I didn't pay attention to who it was at the time, because he was wearing a face guard."

As soon as Ah Jiu said this, Ah Jiu came back to his senses, and saw that Tuoba Yan had returned to his seat, and the huge venue was so far away that Ah Jiu couldn't see his face clearly.

He muttered, "He has no sect." ”

Ah Jiu got up and left.

"What are you going to do, it's you later." Death called behind him.

"I'll be right back." Ah Jiu jumped out at once and landed outside the Dragon Gate, she carefully looked at the dense list.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, there is really the name of Tuoba Yan among the thousands of people, and the faction is the ghost faction.

How can there be such a sect?

Ah Jiu suddenly remembered that Zeng recently said that he was a ghost, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

She returned to the inside of the mountain gate again, and outside the court was the list of winners of the second game.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Tuoba Yan actually made the cut.

Thinking of this, there were bursts of thunder and drums from the venue, and Ah Jiu knew that he was going to face the shaman's Naxi.

Play a faster game.

Ah Jiu didn't want Tuoba Yan to recognize her for the time being, so she quickly ran to the venue and put on the veil on her face, seeing that the girl in purple had already come out of the ranks, and the soft whip in her hand was full of coldness.

The belt on his waist also has a play, hiding a soft sword, Ah Jiu's eyes are downward, there is also a play on his feet, and the back heel of the horn cloth boots hides a piece of blood jade.

"Meng Jiu'er is dead this time." Zi Ling successfully entered this round with a Tianshu Sword.

Sanjie smiled lightly: "There is a good show now, Meng Jiu'er, who is unexpected, the future head of Zixiao Hall will face the shaman's sect leader." ”

Zi Ling's expression instantly carried an atmosphere: "Senior Brother Sanjie, can she sit in charge of the house?" What if I die at the Seminar? ”

Sanjie did not speak.

The exempt on the right hand side held the long knife in his arms and said, "If she wins, the next game will be against me." ”

Zi Ling is only comfortable when she asks this, she has colluded with the exempt army, which is beneficial to both parties.

The exempt wanted to take this opportunity to regain the dragon soul, but Zi Ling wanted her to go and never return.

Otherwise, why shoot him, the youngest old man in the wordless generation? Is it difficult to put it out and see it?

At this moment, the shaman taught Naxi to take a figure-eight step with a sparkling pace, and the soft whip in his hand was windless.

Ah Jiu's heart moved, this game made Xiong Liang up, this idea had not been catalyzed, and a call came from the side.

"Jiu'er, that's it!"

I saw Tuoba Yan stand up and raise his hand to throw over a beautiful handle.

It landed at Meng Jiu'er's feet with a bang.

Ah Jiu frowned, and he was recognized with a veil, and he was thinking about it in his heart, when suddenly there was a strong wind all around, and as soon as Ah Jiu picked up the magic weapon supported by Tuoba Yan, he was surrounded by "people" with grimace masks.

They sang and danced, and if there was a flame in their mouths, Ah Jiu jumped out of the circle.

Take this opportunity to look at the things in your hand, what is this? How can there still be a tongue in the arc.

Meng Jiu'er cautiously touched it like this—a bang!.

Meng Jiu'er, who was unprepared, was shaken back by the recoil of the pistol, and her body smashed towards the audience like a broken line in the wind.

What the hell is this? Meng Jiu'er's mind was full of question marks, why was she still angry?

Looking at the venue again, the smell of sulfur suddenly permeated, although in the blink of an eye, those wearing ghost masks were all gone.

Poof!

Ah Jiu smashed down, and his body was soft.

When I looked closely, it was Tuoba Yan's face.