Murong Yu was covered in chicken blood.

At this moment, he stood in the ring, feeling that he was the protagonist of Destiny in the novels he had read in the past.

Today is the time for him to raise his eyebrows!

Facing the crowd of onlookers who were oppressed, he laughed and scolded in his mouth: "Dead fat pig." Okay, you're hard-mouthed. Then you're in for a treat. If I don't blow you into a roast suckling pig, I won't call Murong Yu!"

It turned out to be another explosion of essence, and the spiritual energy in the body accelerated.

The wind was loud and blew his shirt fluttering.

A fireball larger than a basin condensed in his chest.

Seeing this scene, the big guys gradually started to talk.

Only Han Lin was expressionless.

Zhu Kui's face changed. I secretly said in my heart: "Mom." Are you Murong Yu a monster? This has already erupted a few rounds, and there are even ...... Moreover, the power of this fireball technique, looking at this fluctuation, is comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of Qi training. ”

Everyone was also dumbfounded. Murong Yu's hand convinced many people.

This big fireball is really powerful. The fluctuations that emanated had indeed reached the late stage of Qi training!

But Murong Yu was obviously not proficient yet.

After the fireball hits out, it flies very slowly.

In the eyes of everyone, as long as Zhu Kui revokes the water curtain technique and relies on his body technique, he still has a great chance to dodge.

And Zhu Kui has this plan.

He was about to withdraw the spell, but he heard Murong Yu's stinky mouth laugh and said, "Dead fat pig." You just run—see if the piglets are running fast, or if the pig killer is chasing fast! If you don't run, I'll use the fireball technique to break your water curtain technique. Hahaha, wait. ”

There are people all around who don't dislike the excitement and don't dislike the big thing.

"Senior Brother Murong, come on. Roast suckling pig roast suckling pig!"

"Senior brother is so handsome. Look at that Zhu Kui, struggling there, is it really like a fat pig to be slaughtered? Haha......"

"Don't say it, it's really like...... This Zhu Kui, a water spirit root monk, was actually pressed and beaten by the fire spirit root monk. What a shame. If he loses, we'll just call him Fat Piggy in the future. ”

Murong Yu looked triumphant, and even made up for it loudly: "Fat piglet, are you afraid, if you're afraid, just run!"

Zhu Kui's face turned blue when he heard this.

Clay figurines have three points of fire.

He was angry and yelled, "Damn." Come on. Let's see if your fireball skills are strong, or my water curtain skills are strong! If I Zhu Kui loses, I will be called Fat Piglet in the future!

I saw that Zhu Kui did not dodge or dodge, concentrated his energy, cast the spell, continued to maintain the water curtain technique, and fought head-on.

Let the fireball slam down on the water curtain.

Han Lin shook his head, turned around, and stopped watching.

This fat man could have had a better choice. But for the sake of a momentary battle of will, he was guided by words by fools like Murong Yu, and chose the worst "hard fight" method. If it were a duel to the death, this waste would have died long ago.

Similarly, Senior Brother Murong's fighting style must not be necessary, if he does not save his aura, what should he do if there is a battle later.

Killing the other party with the least amount of aura is the most correct.

There was a cheer from the crowd behind them.

"Senior Brother Murong, this son is so terrifying!"

"Zhu Kui, you fat piglet, it's decided!"

"Hahaha. What a boy hero. In this batch of junior disciples, it is estimated that only he Murong Yu can compare to Wang Shi!"

The compliments and praises continued, and it seemed that Murong Yu had indeed won.

Han Lin was not in a hurry, took the drink, and walked back.

happened to see Murong Yu kick Zhu Kui, who was exhausted and fell to the ground, off the stage.

Zhu Kui's robe was tattered, his eyebrows and hair were burned, and he was naked, which caused everyone to laugh again.

Murong Yu listened to the boasting, although the spiritual power in his body was weak, he walked a little trembling.

But there was still a triumphant smile on his face.

He jumped off the stage, looked left and right, and saw Senior Brother Han in the crowd at a glance. A shot passed the drink and took a hard sip.

"Cool!"

He relieved himself, looked at Han Lin, and asked breathlessly, "Are you done fighting?"

Han Lin looked calm and nodded. said, "It's over." ”

Murong Yu stirred the ice cubes, took another sip, and asked, "Did you win or lose?"

Han Lin stretched out his hand to support Murong Yu, who had collapsed, and walked towards a place where there were few people. "Good luck." Won. ”

Murong Yu's body was very tired, but his spirit was still vibrant. He knew that his senior brother saw it, and how he made a big show on stage. Showing neat white teeth, he said with a smile: "Luck." But the strength is strong. Also won. ”

The two walked next to each other, with their heads buried in their heads. But invariably, they twisted their heads towards each other and looked at each other.

Blinking his eyes, he showed a meaningful expression.

Laugh.

I quickly found a seat and sat down to watch the others play.

Murong Yu finished drinking a bottle of water before he regained his strength.

On the stage, there are two girls named "Pang Qingqing" and "Li Ru" fighting.

There are very few female monks in the Qingxu Gate, so there are quite a few people who come to watch the game.

But the strength is too inferior, and it's not interesting.

The two of them don't seem to be here to fight, but they seem to be here to compare beauty. Casting spells on the stage, fighting with words, flowing beautiful eyes, twisting his body, and smiling with flowers, it is indeed quite fascinating.

That kind of style made many young male disciples look straight at it, and they almost left saliva.

Murong Yu was not interested, approached Han Lin, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Senior brother." You know no...... Huang Yueying wrote to me again. She said she missed me......"

Han Lin was shocked, this was beyond his expectations: "Wow! Have you all come this far?"

Murong Yu wiped his chin, with a light in his eyes, and said, "Hahaha, senior brother thinks too much." Where. What she said was that she missed the roast chicken at my house......... By the way, you can also write back to them. Especially my sister. ”

He didn't care about Han Lin and talked to himself. The light in my eyes is brighter. Said: "Hey. I miss her so much. She wants to come and play with us. It's a pity that her father won't let her come. ”

At the same time, in the knife dock, there is also a teenager reading his sweetheart's letter.

He'd read it hundreds of times.

But in addition to the first two "Little Brother Yunfei, hello" in this letter. The back is full of Murong Yu and Murong Qing, what's going on. Even what Han Lin has been doing recently has been writing in. It's just that there is no Yun Fei without him.

He had the letter in his hand, and his back looked so lonely and tired.

But if you walk up to it, you will find that the young man's face and eyes are full of cheering, keenness, and vigor.

But every woman is a little beautiful, but she has a bad temper.

Huang Yueying's temper is even more irritable, like a little pepper.

But Yunfei just thinks she is the best woman.

He was very happy to receive the letter. After all, this is Yueying's sister's letter.

In the blink of an eye, years have passed.

The last time I met her, it was like it happened yesterday, and I still remember it vividly.

He couldn't do his job well, he couldn't sleep well, and he couldn't calm down in his cultivation. Carefully fold the letter and put it in your breast pocket. I want to take it out and read it if I have nothing to do.

At this point, he pinched the letter and lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. As soon as the word was read, the fawn bumped and jumped.

It seems to hold Huang Yueying in her arms.

He wanted to think about it very much, and wanted to give Huang Yueying a gift, which could best express his heart.

"What would I like to give? It would be nice if there was another immortal ascension order. Give it to Sister Yueying, she must be very happy. "At present, he only has the fourth level of Qi training, and the only good thing he knows in this realm is the Immortal Ascension Order.