Qinghua stood up and shouted to the bottom of the ring in a delightful manner: "Ladies and gentlemen, although I am not good, I should be perfect! You will not let me have a good youth and a dog-faced soul for a lifetime!"

"Where to say, I'm not convinced!"

Qinghua couldn't cry or laugh, and when he saw this unhappy person, he said: "You might as well be this mountain wreck." The mountain of prison law, the water of the river flows out of the Yan, and the northeast flows into Taize, among which there are many stalkers, whose shape is like carp and chicken feet, and they are eaten with wart; there are beasts, which are like dogs and human faces, good at throwing, and laugh when they see people, and their names are like mountains, and their shape is like the wind, and when they see the world's wind! Finally, they have turned into one of the seven sorrows of being famous and famous! They are much stronger than you looking!" After a pause, he continued, "What about you? Located in the mountain of Thai opera, there is no grass or trees on the mountain, and there are many gold and jade. There is a beast, its shape is like a sheep, one horn and one eye, and the eyes are behind it!" Qinghua smacked his tongue, looking at it and quipping: "You better go down! I would rather choose the mountain scab!"

Under the ring, everyone laughed "haha"!

Dongdong's eyes on the back of his forehead slipped, his sheep body swayed, and he said with a backbone: "Princess Qinghua, our delicate realm is such a strange thing, a stunner like you is all our lifelong admiration and pursuit, you don't want to reject people thousands of miles away!"

"Hehe!" Qinghua's two white arms wrapped around each other's chest, the green silk on the sideburns, blown by the breeze from the north, leaned obliquely on the eyebrows, light and funny cross-eyed, puffed out half of his mouth, and the lower pink lips just wrapped around the upper lip and exhaled to the black hair that was itching in the center of the eyebrows "poof" arrogantly: "Stinky fat sheep, with your appearance, you will not have a chance in the next life!"

The mountain wreck laughed and didn't say anything, the dog's hips swung to the right, and said: "Dongdong! You and I are both seven people, so let's compare the high and low today, and see who can hold the beauty!"

Qinghua cried and mourned, and comforted herself in her heart: "Hold your head, even if you win, it will be difficult for you to get your wish again, Miss, my heart and body!"

Here, the body of the mountain locust tree did not move, and the surrounding qi was contrived, and the leaf stalks of the yellow locust trees scattered all over the ground were sucked upwards and suspended into the air, with the mountain locust as the center, the powerful air flow formed a tornado with a radius of more than five meters, protecting him like a barrier.

Seeing this, Dongdong half-squatted with his hind hooves, and as soon as his front hooves climbed, he quickly bypassed the sweeping range of the tornado; he roared, and the sheep's eyes on his neck showed a green light, and he swooped down and immediately rushed over. Dongdong is bound to get the way: "One of the soul talismans is a chrysanthemum sickle!"

When this chrysanthemum sickle was launched, it was blessed by the green light of the sheep on its back, and it suddenly expanded three or four times in the shape of a sickle. This green-tailed black light knife is three or four times faster than the impact speed of an ordinary chrysanthemum sickle, and it attacks the mountain stool like this!

The mountain pouted with a sneering look, confidently immovable, only focusing on Dongdong's strange steps.

This chrysanthemum sickle impacted the tornado, and the half inch of the entry slowed down, the mountain scythe showed a malicious look, the corner of the eye moved to the left, and the chrysanthemum sickle was thrown to the east by the tornado!

Dongdong didn't seem to be afraid, he didn't show panic, and the black spiritual veins covered his body, like black flames wrapping him.

Ju Yao hit the East and East impartially, and the East and East hooves were forced, deliberately following the direction of the Ju Sickle's attack and slowly relying on resistance to unload the strength.

"Sizzle", in the ring, Dongdong's four hooves pulled out four two-meter-long trajectories on the hard ring.

"Well done!" said the mountain in secret admiration. In this case, the mountain wrinkle deliberately narrowed the distance without waiting for Dongdong to straighten his posture, wanting to tear Dongdong by the edge of the whirlwind.

The mountain slashed into the position, the hind legs were supported, haha laughed, the front legs were arched in mid-air, and the whirlwind really adsorbed Dongdong inside.

This tornado was intercepted from the bottom to the top, and the meandering section sent Dongdong to the top, vowing to break Dongdong to pieces!

The mountain smiled mysteriously, the thirty ground ice picks of the soul rune, and immediately stood up at his feet a hard ice pick more than three meters long—the tip of the cone was pointing upwards, aimed at the east and east.

The mountain roars, die!

From a height of about ten meters, the tornado controlled its body and was about to be thrown at the icicle.

Dongdong saw that he was about to fall on the thirty ice picks of the soul talisman, and his body was still half an inch away from the ice pick, and the green light on his neck flickered again, only to see the ice pick "click" from half of the way to break.

Even though the icicle cracked from the halfway, there was still a few feet long ice cone aimed at Dongdong, and the whole body of Dongdong sheep hit it, and Dongdong's eyes were full of gold stars, dizziness, and a loud "ah" sound!

The back half of the ice pick was smashed by Dongdong falling from above, and the broken ice that had been scattered all over the ground rolled down everywhere.

Dongdong was on fire in the corners of his eyes, staring at the mountain scar viciously, and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his tongue: "It's at this time, the seven blood flowers of the soul talisman are three or two," the mountain stool was beaming proudly, and when Dongdong's front hooves touched the front limbs of the mountain scar, his pupils dilated, and he silently said, "Oh no!"

This mountain wall is really unexpected, Dongdong knew that he could not break the whirlwind barrier of the mountain wall, so he had to deliberately let the mountain wall attack him, so that the mountain wall sent himself into this barrier!

In the whirlwind, the mountain scab no longer has a protective barrier, and the blood saffron flowers work immediately.

Under the ring, there was silence for a moment, and the audience boiled, "Woo" I don't know who shouted, "What stupid!"

"Yama lost!"

The green light on Dongdong's neck flashed, and the blood red flower suddenly tore the muscles of the mountain scab, and several blood-drenched red petals grew from the inside out, and the flower neck was still sucking the blood of the mountain wreckage.

"You've lost!" Dongdong stood up weakly and continued, "Serve?"

The mountain scab showed regret in his eyes, and he couldn't laugh anymore, so he let the east and the east stare at him, "Yama, the strength of your soul is already one level lower than mine, if it weren't for this barrier, you would have lost a long time ago!"

Shan Qi sighed and said dying: "I still hope that Brother Dongdong will spare my life!"

The corners of Dongdong's mouth rose, "That's nature, after all, we are all the Seven Senses of the Realm! One less of them will weaken our strength!" The green light flashed on his back, and he used his last strength to kick the mountain slash fiercely!

The uninformed person blindly shouted, "Bastard, shameless, how can you whip your companions! It's so hateful! Get off the stage! Get off the stage!"

It's really a layman to see the excitement, and an insider to see the doorway!

The harder you kick it, the greater the probability of surviving it!

Dongdong saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of the mouth of the mountain fist, and spit out the seed body of the blood saffron host, and the mountain fistula "exhaled"!

Qinghua was dumbfounded, so he had to announce: "First game, Dongdong wins!" His eyes didn't even have the strength to look at Dongdong, and his voice was muffled by the audience under the ring!

Dongdong closed his eyes tightly, and with great difficulty, he took out the aconitum root, baiji, banxia, northern bean root, and loose knot from the sheep's horn and calcined them into brown balls with black fire, and took them for a while, only to see the crunching sound of the muscles and bones, and he looked refreshed after a while.

Dongdong saw that the mountain scar was still seriously injured, so he kindly re-calcined the aconitum root, baiji, banxia, northern bean root, and pine knot, and waited for the pill to be completed, and picked up the mountain scar in time and gave it to him.

The spirit below the ring only slightly understood Dongdong's intentions, and the noise immediately fell silent.

Qinghua raised his eyebrows, even so, he didn't want to look up at Dongdong.

Luo Yifeng watched this flesh-and-blood match, and sighed at the fierceness of the battle, "Yes! Victory is just like this, and if you don't pay the price, you can't see the light of day! I really hope that one day, I can unload my burden and wander the world with the softness of Bao Xi and Mo Ying! Will you come Qinghua?"

It can really be said that Long Wangshu and thought about moving, but the color heart is the most merciful!

Bao Xi will, take a sip of Luo Yifeng, "I really hope that this monster with the body of a sheep will keep Qinghua, so as to break your thoughts, but after seeing the true color of Qinghua's women, I feel very sad, and the taste of a cabbage being arched by a pig is really uncomfortable! Think about what happened to me, hey! Beacon Opera princes, are you men really animals who only think with their lower bodies?"

Luo Yifeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that Bao Xi at this moment could know his little caution, "Damn!

Bao Xi is very pretty, the white clothes are angry, standing in the dark sea of Luo Yifeng, pinching his waist, and said with a domineering majesty: "Luo Yifeng, I am not in these days, do you often forget my existence!

"What are the words, Bao Xi, I am not such a forgetful person, but when Qinghua jumped into the ring, the determination of the eyes looked at me cold to the spine, there are thousands of love in the world, but women are the most difficult to guess!"

"Hehe! You know this too! We women, you'd better not let it down, otherwise you will be able to bear it! Look at this Qinghua's every move, you know that she is not an ordinary person, and she can easily leave a mark on your chest, she has long known the day of the marriage election in the ring, and she is clearly warning you, don't forget her!

"I'm going to the ring! I'm going to get into the ring! I'm not going to let her fall in front of me!"