The blood-red long hair was not dyed by Li San, but naturally formed by Li San's Shura energy in his body, Li San felt that the blood-red long hair looked more fashionable in such a competition venue, so he turned his hair into this.

"Grandma, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to have so many fans!" Li San looked up at the crazy MMs around the square, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Li San remembered that when he was in the Mist Sect before, every time he played a game with others, it was the other party's fans who had an absolute advantage, and he himself had no fans at all, and some of them were Xuanba and Fat Ya shouting at the critical moment: "Senior brother, hold on~~"

Recalling the events of that year, Li San couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart.

Under the gaze of many cultivators, Li San made a stop gesture to those crazy fans.

Li San was just a gesture, and it directly made the square where some whispers had just sounded, and it became quiet in an instant. One by one, with a little surprise, his eyes fell on the young man with long, flowing red hair in the center of the square, for a while. The whole square was silent.

"Li San"

Ouyang Feifei looked at the burly figure on the square, and her delicate beauty suddenly revealed an elegant smile that made the male students around her covetous.

"Oh my God~~~ The iceberg beauty is smiling again~~"

When those people saw the iceberg beauty Ouyang Feifei laughing again, they immediately exclaimed, they couldn't imagine that Ouyang Feifei, who rarely smiled on weekdays, would laugh again and again today.

"What the hell is going on? The iceberg beauty doesn't seem to be cold anymore!"

"That's it, when I saw her smiling at that Li San, that smile could melt ice~~"

"Spooky!!"

"It's greasy~~"

......

The male students were all talking there.

"Hmph, what's the noise? Third Brother Li is so handsome, it's normal for Miss Ouyang Feifei to smile at Third Brother Li!"

"Yes, this proves that Brother Li's third brother is charming enough~oh yes~~~"

"In worship~~~"

......

Many of those female fans of Li San argued with those male students who couldn't get used to Li San.

"This guy just loves to show off!" stared at Li San with beautiful eyes. Ouyang Feifei breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. There is still some unrelenting Taoism on his lips. Thinking of the warm things that happened between herself and Li San, she couldn't help but have two blush on her beautiful face.

"Hee-hee, Feifei. Is that what you call Li San? I didn't expect to rush over at the last moment. Beside Ouyang Feifei, the women who were in the same martial arts arena as Ouyang Feifei stared at the back in the field with curiosity in their eyes, and asked with a smile.

The No. 13 martial arts arena, there are countless beauties, and the ratio of women to men is 8:2, which is a veritable yin and yang decline, in the temple of the god of war, many people want to join the No. 13 martial arts arena but can't do so.

"Yes, it seems that this guy is the strange man who melted our iceberg beauties!" Nalan Qingqing glanced at Ouyang Feifei, who pursed her lips and chuckled, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Liuyun Craftsman God, however, this is a combat department, and refining geniuses may not work here!" The girls said with a grin, these women are women of the combat department, and in their hearts, they still worship those boys with super combat talents, and they are not very interested in those geniuses who refine weapons or refining medicine.

In the combat department, which is an environment where combat power is respected. How people look is not the most important thing. That's in the game. Easy to defeat strong enemies. Then it spilled away. This kind of demeanor is the most perfect man of them.

"But even if he rushes over now. The situation is not very good, Iman has the strength of the peak of a one-star god emperor. And the exercises he has practiced, and he is also a cultivator of fighting spirit who cultivates both inside and outside, a set of no wind and waves marksmanship, but he has defeated many opponents" A beautiful girl suddenly said a little timidly.

Hearing this, Nalan Qingqing and the others frowned slightly, and then glanced at Ouyang Feifei, who was calm and composed, and said with some uncertainty: "This bastard boy, he can actually ask Mentor Lei Ming to give him a place, he should have some strength!"

Beautiful eyes stared at the red-haired young man in the field. Lei Ming, the god of wind and fire, was also quietly relieved in his heart, since Li San had already arrived, even if he lost the game, then Li San would be able to continue to cultivate in the King's Mansion.

The God of Wind and Fire knew Li San's combat talent, and when Li San was sent in, the combat talent test was conducted, and Li San's potential level reached the realm of eleven stars.

In the battle department of the King's Mansion, the highest level of combat talent potential is twelve stars, and the number of people who reach twelve stars is very few, Li San can reach eleven stars, in the eyes of the God of Wind and Fire, it is very potential, even if Li San does not achieve good results in this year's martial arts competition, then the next session, will definitely be able to achieve good results.

"Alright, alright, don't be a nymphomaniac. Since this kid has arrived, let's stay and cheer him on, no matter how long he can last. At least a member of our 13 good martial arts arenas. ”

Turning his head and glancing sideways at the girls. The god of wind and fire and war thundered helplessly, but listened to the meaning of his words. Obviously, there is also no Li San who can defeat Iman, and he has too many expectations. Because Lei Ming knew that Li San was now a god-king level powerhouse.

On the Yunmeng Continent, there are many people who can challenge beyond the level, but those who challenge beyond the level are just small levels, for example, a strong person of the God Emperor One Heavy Heaven can defeat the strong man of the Second Heaven or even the Third Heaven, but a strong person at the peak of the Nine Heavens of the God King cannot challenge a strong person of the God Emperor One Heavy Heaven, because the gap between the God King and the God Emperor is too big, it is like the difference between the abyss, and there is a huge gap in the middle, which is not something that anyone can cross.

The more you get to the end, the more difficult it is to fight at the next level.

"Is he that Li San?" In the stands, he was dressed in white. Tall figure. Murong Qingfeng, who was in the wind, looked at the red-haired young man in the square with a little surprise. He didn't expect that at this last moment, this guy would really catch up.

"The breath is quite calm. Maybe there are some skills, but there are some skills. And that's all. Looking at Li San's expression, he was not moved by the crowd around him. Murong Qingfeng raised his eyebrows. Faint words. For this potential rival, he did not give too high a score with a very high vision.

Murong Qingfeng is the top seed player in the Blood Moon Battlefield, and his strength is said to have reached the realm of the God Emperor 5 Heavens. He was the genius of the Murong family, the descendant of the Seven Supremes of the Tianmeng Universe, and he had admired Ouyang Feifei in his heart for a long time. This time, as a suitor valued by Ouyang Feifei, he also knew about the warm bet between Ouyang Feifei and Li San, and even Li San entered Ouyang Feifei's private residence in the King City, he knew it clearly.

"This is the guy who made a bet with Sister Fei Fei? Finally, he appeared, Liuyun Craftsman God, the origin is not small, but he seems to have forgotten that this is the combat department, not the iron platform!" The girl in black swept over Li San with interest, but even pouted.

"Hehe, the person who can be favored by that guy Lei Ming shouldn't be as simple as it seems, Xiao Xiao, you look at people, you have to look at various situations, how many times have I taught you this?" Next to the girl in black, the old man with a white beard rolled his eyes. A pair of cloudy eyes like ordinary old men stopped at Li San, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled faintly: "A very interesting little guy"

"I hope I don't lose at the hands of Iman as soon as I play. Otherwise, the face of our No. 13 martial arts arena. But it's really lost. The girl in black held a strand of black hair hanging down, and said with some schadenfreude.

"Look!" the old man smiled. He made contact with the referee's table not far away. Now there are also some surprises in the eyes of several old friends there. I think I should have seen some of Li San's strangeness.

This old man, named Baili Lang, is the descendant of the Spiritual Illusion Supreme among the Seven Supremes, and at the same time, this Baili Lang is one of the three deputies of the King's Mansion, and the girl in black is named Baili Xiao Xiao, who is the granddaughter of this Baili Lang.

"You are Li San?" Iman's face was cold, and the spear in his hand stomped heavily on the hard board. Li San, who was staring directly at him, said coldly.

Li San smiled and nodded.

"You don't deserve to pursue Fei Fei at all!" saw Li San nod. Iman's words, direct and dismissive.

"Perhaps!" Li San was a little helpless for a moment, it was another Ouyang Feifei's pursuit, it seemed that many people wanted to conquer the iceberg beauty.

"There are countless people waiting for your appearance in the Temple of the War God of the King's Palace. From today onwards, your troubles will be endless. I'm the first to challenge you, and I'll be the last. Iman sneered. Immediately, the spear in his hand swung up. The tip of the gun pointed directly at Li San: "I will defeat you in front of her, a person like you is definitely not qualified to stay in the No. 13 martial arts arena!"

"Ridiculous!"

Looking at Iman, who declared war on himself as soon as he met. Li San was a little speechless and sighed.

"Li San, I will let you know clearly that this is the combat department, not the place where you strike iron!" Iman said to Li San with a disdainful expression.

"Hmph, I hope you can do it!, however, I'll also let you know that I, Li San, am not a soft persimmon!" Li San chuckled at Iman.

"Oh, don't you iron-strikers just wield a hammer?" Li San, who listened, said so. understood his intentions, and at the moment a flash of anger flashed in his eyes and he sneered. said: "Bragging, it also depends on the occasion!." ”

"Can we start?" Li San deviated. Gazing at the seven or eight old referees seated in the rather old referee's seat, he asked.

The old fellows glanced at each other. Nodding slightly.

"Arrogant fellow, suffer death!"

Look at the referee's point. Na Iman's face was slightly cold. The palm of his hand clenched the handle of the gun, and the soles of his feet stepped on the face suddenly, and his body turned into an afterimage and shot towards Li San. The spear in his hand shook, and the air around him was immediately stirred.

The place where Li San and the others fought was a circular battle field with a diameter of one kilometer, and in it, the divine power in the cultivator's body was completely unlimited.

At this moment, the chaotic divine power in Li San's body is also operating to the extreme, looking at Iman who is galloping towards him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, this battle, he wants to stand up for power, improve morale, and by the way, open the eyes of those who despise him!!

(One more arrives, the wonderful battle begins, ask for flowers~~~~)