Libei took the tattered book, didn't rush to read it, first put the human bone rules back into the pit, and buried it back.

Patting the soil on her body, she took out a porcelain bottle from her arms: "This is rain and dew elixir, which is conducive to the growth of plants, thank you for the reminder." ”

The human face smiled and took it, disappeared from the trace, and only threw down the next sentence - "I like you very much, girl." ”

"Don't be like those people."

The ruthlessness in Banyan Tree's words is not very clear because of the ethereal words.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman who woke up above the couch was flattered and took the water handed by Libei.

"My ......"

"I didn't see anything."

Libei was about to explain, but he heard the woman's voice like a mosquito.

Convenient.

Libei raised his eyebrows: "Then you have a good rest." ”

"Wait......"

She turned around and saw the woman's face like a peach blossom, looking at her shyly and timidly:

"You're going to have to do it tomorrow."

Libei was quite surprised, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You too." ”

Lian Xin nodded again and again, and her eyes brightened.

This is called, contrast cute?

Libei returned to the house, and just wanted to check the classics, a blue light flashed in front of him.

It was Xie Xuanhui's letter.

[How?] 】

It's his style, concise and ruthless.

Libei thinks that he is cold-hearted, and he is even more accustomed to such an attitude towards him.

[Acceptable, tomorrow will compete for the top five]

She replied.

[If you meet someone who is in the same spirit root tomorrow, you can try it within two orders of the gap, and if you are two levels higher, give up]

Libei was shocked, even if he didn't like to fail, he still calmly replied.

【Good】

She wanted to ask when he would return, but her fingertips paused in the void for a long time before putting them down.

The blue wave-like barrier of spiritual breath dissipated.

He didn't hear from him again.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Libei had to catch up on sleep first.

Just halfway through her sleep, she was awakened by a nightmare and sat up violently!

Her back was sticky, and she couldn't close her eyes at all if she didn't find out who was behind the scenes.

The window made a strange noise, and in the blink of an eye, Libei had run to the window, and she probed, but only the rain fell on her face.

A white lightning streaked across the sky, graceful as a swimming dragon, thunder rolling, and wind and rain howling through the forest.

It turned out to be the sound of rain.

Li Bei was breathing a sigh of relief, but saw a white shadow by the door.

Her pupils constricted.

She ran back to the bed, felt the short blade under the pillow, and was about to throw it at the white shadow!

"Libei! It's me! ”

The man seemed to be frightened and cried out urgently.

The thunder of the explosion reflected her face, pale with fear.

The girl wearing a shirt and a pillow in her arms is Lian Xin.

Libei put down the dagger and called hesitantly: "Lian Xin? ”

"Uh-huh, it's me!" Lian Xin immediately said, and then said apologetically, "Didn't it scare you." ”

Libei's tense nerves relaxed, she breathed a sigh of relief and put away the short blade: "It's okay, what's wrong?" ”

"I ......," Lian Xin squirmed, "That thunder, I'm afraid to sleep alone......"

"Libei, you're so nice."

Lian Xin, who was huddled in her quilt, blinked at her with a pair of sparkling eyes.

Libei raised his forehead: "Don't do this in the future, I'm scared to death." ”

Lian Xin pointed finger to finger, tears in her eyes: "But are people really scared?" ”

"Go to sleep."

Libei sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the thunderstorm to pass.

The next day, Mo Nianqing looked at Libei who was staring at the panda's eyes.

"In the second round, Libei vs. Meng Jie."

The man in front of him looked like a sick seedling, so thin that he was broken by the wind, and his spiritual power was no more than that of a second-order fire cultivator.

Looks like it's easy to deal with.

But as soon as they fought, Libei felt his hairs stand on end.

Wrong!

Meng Jie's aura was dark red, enveloped in ominous black.

is like quicksand, wrapped around her arm layer by layer, Libei has a big alarm bell in her heart, but her left arm is accidentally grazed by spiritual breath, and she is instantly weak.

This breath is corrosive!

Meng Jie saw the opportunity and raised his hand suddenly, and the flames burst from under his feet to Libei's feet.

Libei jumped into the air, but there was already a sea of fire under him. There is simply nowhere to stay.

She conjured a rattan whip and "crackled" to extinguish the flames.

Under the stage, I saw a long whip dozens of meters long, and when it intersected with the flames, it shone brightly and bloomed softly.

As soon as Libei landed, he saw a faint smile on the corner of Meng Jie's mouth.

Not good! Her sixth sense subconsciously bent over, and in the next second, the poisonous flame that exposed the traces, with the smell of death, passed past the tip of her nose.

The audience saw Libei like a marionette shuttling in that dense spiritual breath, and they didn't dare to neglect it at all.

And Meng Jie looked weird and calm.

The audience didn't dare to breathe.

It won't go on like this.

Libei thought about it, she secretly poured her spiritual breath into the sword, shouted, cut off countless poisonous flames, and exploded into a tooth-wrenching "creaking" sound.

After the poisonous flame exploded, it emitted black smoke in the sky, and Libei flew out two or three feet.

Seeing that everyone in the audience suddenly receded like a tide, for fear of sticking to the poisonous smoke.

Li Beifang only accidentally inhaled it, and half of his body was already numb, realizing that the smoke was extremely strange.

I wanted to move again, but my hands and feet were numb, and I almost knelt on the platform.

"I throw in the towel!"

As soon as Li Bei finished speaking, a large mouthful of black blood spat out of his mouth.

She raised her eyes to look, and in an instant, Meng Jie's eyes turned completely black, like a deep night, hearing that she admits defeat, and quickly returns to normal.

He raised his eyes and smiled at himself.

Libei pounded the ground depressedly, how could this once-in-10,000-year-old poison master call himself a collision!!

If the wood system is rare, the spirit poison is even more unique.

No matter what kind of spiritual root the poisoner is, his attacks are corrosive and his power is doubled.

The strong in the Qi refining period did not dare to provoke the poison master in the body training period.

Because the class gap that seems difficult for others to cross is a fart in the eyes of the poisoner.

Seeing Libei admit defeat, Meng Jie pulled her up and handed her the red pill: "Antidote." ”

His face was indifferent, he took a step back, clenched his fists, and said humbly: "Accept." ”

"Concession." Libei hugged his fist.

Libei lost the game, sullen, and panicked Mo Nianqing and Lian Xin thought of a way to make up for her body and comfort her that she would definitely win tomorrow.

"How many wins did you win?" Libei asked the two.

Mo Nianqing: "Two games." ”

Lian Xin: "We won." ”

Libei's heart is heavy, and in three games, if he loses twice.

I'm afraid that there is little hope of staying.

Tomorrow's game must be won.

"Ah Li, don't be too stressed." Lian Xin held her hand, her eyes were wet, "Trust me, you will be able to get by." ”

Libei smiled: "How do you know? ”

Ben was just joking.

Lian Xin: "I just know." ”

The way she wanted to say something, she endured it again.

Before playing the next day, Libei was so flustered that his palms were wet from sweating.

As soon as I stepped into the ring, I only heard a boo from the audience.

Libei was surprised, thinking that it was to himself, but he listened to the audience talking about his opponent.

"Dressed like Hanako, I don't know how to come to the top five."

"Look at his eyes, they are very fierce, speechless."

"Hey, fool, look here, your dad is here!"

There are people in the audience who speak presumptuously, Libei looks at the opponent, seven or eight feet tall, thin and tall, with deep sunken cheeks, messy hair, hanging on the side of the ear, and he knows that he has not washed it for a long time at a glance.

But his eyes are like ancient wells, even if the Taiwanese people maliciously ridiculed the sky, he didn't even blink his eyelids.

Libei's heart slowly shrouded in shadows, and she tentatively released her spiritual power to check, but encountered an invisible obstacle and was suddenly rebounded.

It's a familiar atmosphere.

She's hairstand all over her body, it's him!