There are always some people in the world, born or acquired to experience some major changes, so that the values are distorted, this kind of people do not exist from the public any morality and ethics, themselves alone from the turbid red dust, maverick, have their own unique code of conduct, but often can not control their emotions and desires, so as to behave capricious, after a long time the whole person will become crazy, which is also the so-called "good and evil" often said on the rivers and lakes.

"But that little guy is different. ”

The shopkeeper's squinting eyes seemed to be leaning on the chair and napping, but in fact, his eyes never left the ring.

As soon as the old head of the Tibetan Soldier Gate heard the shopkeeper's opening, he immediately wanted to stand up and be taught, which was the sequelae of the high-pressure education policy of the old head of the previous generation, but he had served as a senior member of the Tibetan Soldier Gate for many years, forcibly controlled himself and did not leave his seat, pressed himself on the chair, and arched his hand: "I don't know what you think?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Hearing the old boss shout that a man who looked to be in his thirties but less than forty was called "you", Du Wusheng was so frightened that a fig slipped into his trachea and choked, and the shopkeeper glanced at Du Wusheng, who was holding his throat and coughing vigorously, and his backhand was a little above Du Wusheng's lower abdomen.

"Huh?" The shopkeeper pointed over and found that Du Wusheng's qi and blood were running a little strangely: "Interesting, there is actually a qi and blood path." ”

However, the shopkeeper has not broken it, everyone has their own little secrets, and there is no need to be more serious about everything.

Du Wusheng only felt a stream of hot air rising down his lower abdomen, pushing out the fig kernels that had choked into the trachea, and immediately ...... Chew it, chew it, swallow it back, and arch his hand at the shopkeeper as a sign of gratitude.

"Shame on you. The old boss only felt that his face was gloomy: "Anyway, you are also a high-level figure in the Tibetan Soldier Sect, a little master in the realm breaking stage, a mere fig, and you will die if you push it out with qi and blood?"

Du Wusheng's face was full of innocence: "Didn't you say that you want to use every bit of qi and blood power where you really need it? A fig cough will come out, why waste that bit of qi and blood power?"

The old boss rolled his eyes, and sighed that Du Wusheng was worthy of being born in the Academy of Literature, and he had a sour and stubborn temper of reading dead books.

The shopkeeper looked at the ring and frowned: "I'm afraid this kid is not going to suffer." ”

The brocade mouse was in a happy mood at the moment, and he couldn't wait to start jumping in the ring on the spot.

"You say, if I kill you in front of so many people, what kind of situation will it cause?"

The brocade mouse stared at the little fat man Guo Ye, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, Guo Ye keenly noticed that there was actually a trace of scarlet on his tongue.

In order to suppress his excitement, the brocade rat forcibly gritted his teeth and actually pressed his gums to the point of bleeding.

"This pervert. ”

Guo Ye felt a little hairy in his heart, one-on-one he Guo Ye had never been afraid of anyone, although he had been lying in bed for many years, but every time he had the heaviest yang qi at noon, he had not exercised his kung fu, and his skills had not degenerated to the point of being beaten by others, although the power of qi and blood had been left in the body for many years after the onset of cold poison, but in order to resist the cold poison, the power of qi and blood that had been piled up by heaven and earth treasures over the years was repeatedly compressed and tempered by Guo Ye, and the quality was not comparable to ordinary people.

But after all, when facing an enemy like the brocade mouse, Guo Ye couldn't help but feel a little furious in his heart, watching the eyes of the brocade rat gradually become ferocious and even hungry, Guo Ye couldn't help but take a step back.

God knows if this pervert will pounce and bite herself!

It's not a shame to be beaten and beaten, but Guo Ye is not happy to be bitten all over the field, it's too embarrassing

I, Guo Erfat Ye, want face.

Everyone knows that when facing a beast, you must not retreat, otherwise it will trigger the opponent's attack, and this set of principles is the same for the brocade rat whose breath is becoming increasingly fierce now.

At the moment when Guo Ye took a step back, Guo Ye secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and sure enough, the brocade rat rushed towards Guo Ye with a strange posture of stepping on the whole person, as if his face was on the ground, and with his golden clothes shining in the sun, it was like a lightning bolt on the ground, approaching Guo Eaves on the third road!

A bolt of lightning suddenly raised Guo Ye's face, and with a dull sound, Guo Ye's whole person was blown out, flying ten steps away before landing, and then a mouthful of blood mist spurted out of his mouth.

"What's going on!"

"What just happened!"

"Why did the brocade mouse appear in the position of the fat man before in the blink of an eye?!"

The ring was a thousand steps long, but approaching Guo Ye at the speed of the brocade rat was just an eye-catching thing, not to mention the gray and white disciples, and even the many blue and white disciples who were watching didn't see what was going on.

On the side of the ring, a group of blue and white disciples surrounded a male disciple who was also blue and white, and a baby-faced blue and white junior sister spoke: "Senior Brother Xiao Hu, what happened just now?"

Since Xiao Hu was accepted as a disciple by Du Wusheng, he also stepped into the ranks of candidates for the high-level of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, although he is still blue and white, but his identity has also risen with the tide, and there are even many old blue and white brothers in the door, and when they see Xiao Hu and Xiao Long, the two brothers have to hug their fists and shout senior brother.

And the qualifications of the two brothers Xiao Long and Xiao Hu are also quite good, if the two of them are really two waste wood, the original shopkeeper will not guide the two on a whim, after all, even if it is a wood carver, he will not carve a piece of rotten wood on a whim, Xiao Long and Xiao Hu were accepted by Du Wusheng and Sha Qianqi after the rapid progress, and were rated as the most promising blue and white disciple in red and white robes in the past ten years.

Xiao Hu's face was ugly: "Senior Brother Guo Ye is afraid that this time it is not more than lucky." ”

Just now, Xiao Hu could see it clearly, the brocade mouse's face close to the ground rushed to Guo Ye, slapped the ground with one hand, and the ebony folding fan poked straight into Guo Ye's heart.

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Guo Ye's temporary jump to avoid the vital point, then it would definitely kill Senior Brother Guo Ye!" Xiao Hu clenched his fists, his face sank like water, and he threw out a soft energy with a swing of sleeves, and separated a road for one person to pass through from the blue and white crowd around him: "I want to ask the master to stop it, the other party's killing intent is revealed, and he is not afraid of the rules at all, and if this continues, Senior Brother Guo Ye will definitely die in the ring." ”

But who knew that he had just taken two steps, and a cheer came from the subjective seat-

"Well played!

All the disciples present were not blind, no matter whether they could see the scene just now or not, they could know from the results that it was their own red and white senior brothers who suffered the loss, and the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect, who had been instilled with collective honor and the humanistic spirit of the sect since childhood, glared angrily in the direction of cheering.

The shopkeeper was exposed to the eyes of all the blue, white, gray and white disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect, laughing unscrupulously, and even applauding.