"Come on, come on, who is willing to come up and fight, hurry up, aunt and grandma, I still have lunch!"

On the high platform, a twenty-eight girl stood with a gun, shaking the spear cherry blossoms, majestic, but I saw him dressed in a bright red suit, wearing a neon coat, his hair was flying, and he looked at all sides, and he was also a female scarf male.

Offstage, the young disciples of various families were swept by her gaze, and they didn't even dare to make contact with them, so how could they go on stage?

Until the agreement between the families and the overlord, another nine years passed.

Nine years, nine big competitions, a total of eighty-one battles, but Jiuliu has never won, not even one.

On the contrary, every year in the competition, eighteen cities have to be won by the overlord, and so far, Shengsheng has ceded seven states and contributed to the overlord.

Of course, one increase and one decrease, profit and loss are sometimes the rules of heaven, the overlord power is gradually growing, and the strength of the nine families is inevitably compressed, until now, the lower third-rate forces such as ink, demons, and demons have to unite in order to protect themselves under the oppression of each family.

Speaking of which, you may have understood that the girl on the stage is Yu Qiao.

It's just that today's Yu Qiaoqiao is no longer the quiet, slanderous, but somewhat stubborn personality of the past, but more and more domineering, sassy and arrogant, not like his daughter's house, but like ...... Overlord!

Or, this is the so-called red and black who is close to Zhu, and has been with the overlord for a long time, and Yu Qiao's temper is close to that of the overlord.

It's just that I don't know, if Su Yu knew, the overlord would raise his disciple like this, would he be angry!

However, he has been gone for nine years, and even his disciples were raised by the overlord, so what do you say about his disciples, you have to ask him if he blushes first?

"This girl will not deceive you, and the story of two cities will be counted, and she will not ask you for the city. Is it true that no one has come up even like this?"

Yu Qi's brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth pursed into a sneer, and he only saw that the people in the audience became more and more silent.

"Girl, even if you don't want the city, but we still want us to beat you?"

The conditions proposed by Yu Qiao are not rich, and everyone is very excited and willing to go up and give it a try.

However, even if they come to power, they are not Yu Qiao's opponents, and they will inevitably be beaten down by others, it is better not to go up!

This loss of the city is a small matter, and the loss of people is the real big thing!

As heroes from all over the family, one of the people present is counted as one, and they all have made a big wish, to be a family member of the nine families, and one or two to be a city, but Erer, anyway, the nine schools have not been lost, and they are not a dime, anyway, they will not throw their reputation here and the woman on the stage.

"Brother Crepe, I heard that you have made progress in the theory of yin and yang, why don't you go on stage and give it a try, so that I can know your Taoist supernatural powers?"

"Brother Fan is joking, junior brother has also heard that you have rerefined the Mo family's non-attack volume, and you can see the true chapter of the wonderful law, do you really want to demonstrate it to us?"

The Taoist disciple who was called by name was not to be outdone, showing the news he had heard, and said that the disciple of the Mo family surnamed Fan was speechless, and the two glanced at each other, sparks burst out in their eyes, but they all snorted secretly, brushed their sleeves and skimmed their heads, and they didn't do anything.

Like them, there are not a few, between the heroes of each family, between their own brothers and brothers, they all sneered, uncovering each other's old bottoms, and then being exposed by the other party's own old bottoms, making them shameless and staring dryly.

In the end, they all pretended to look at their noses and noses, and their noses looked at their hearts, confronting with "silence", pretending not to hear it, the field became quieter and quieter, a few needles could be heard, and the contempt between Yu Qiao's eyes was even heavier, and the ninth-rate elders who were on the high platform and acted as referees had an ugly face.

"How about I wait to ask for advice on the girl's tricks?"

But at this moment, there were three young people in the audience who broke through the crowd and walked onto the stage.

It is not accurate to say that it is a teenager, it is better to say that it is three boys, the three of them have immature faces, and they have not taken off their childishness, but they are dressed up to look older, one is in a green shirt and a simple robe, one is in ink clothes and feet, and one is in yellow clothes and shoes, and they are dressed as disciples of Confucianism, Mojia, and peasants, and they are obviously young disciples of the three families.

But, it's too young!

"What a shameless Confucian, Mo, and peasant family, they actually came up with the idea of sending young disciples out of the station, winning and glorious, and defeating without damage, it is really a good plan!"

Everyone on and off the stage scolded secretly, looking at the three disciples of Confucianism, Mo, and Nong, who were still "pretending" to be wooden, and they were almost about to burst into flames, but they didn't know that at this time, Confucianism, Mo, and Nong's were also in a daze!

"This person is really my junior brother, why don't I know, which uncle accepted this disciple?" This is the mind of the disciples in the audience.

"It's weird, which senior brother brought such a disciple here, isn't it nonsense, even my disciple is not an opponent, what can this little disciple do?" This is the idea of the three elders on the stage.

Although everyone had a lot of thoughts, but under the watchful eyes of the other six families, they did not want to lose their prestige, and they all remained silent and watched the changes in that scene.

"Little brothers, you can't sneak out, do you!"

On the stage, Yu Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a bit of playful eyes, and made the three little boys in a row turn red.

The young man of the peasant family had the thinnest skin and the tallest body, and he was barely strong, he took a step forward and shouted: "The girl is not going to be murderous, you are only better than some unsuccessful disciples of my peasant family, and it is my mulberry sheep farmer who has never made a move, so that you don't know the heroes of the world?"

"Bastard, do you talk like that?"

"It's time to fight!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and everyone talked about it, pointing at the three little boys, among which the peasant disciple scolded the most fiercely.

However, when the young man spoke just now, he not only classified them as unsuccessful, but also brought the name of the farmer's head of the mulberry sheep farmer in his words.

What, you are also called a mulberry farmer? How dare you?

As a disciple of a peasant family, daring to have the same name as the head of the family is tantamount to betraying the ancestors, even if he is the illegitimate son of the head of the peasant family, he does not dare to call himself a mulberry sheep farmer.

Because, the name of the mulberry sheep farmer is not a name, but a inheritance, and the farmers of the past generations are called mulberry sheep farmers.

The same is true for the names of the other nine schools.

"The little brother is called Mulberry Sheep Farmer, so these two can't be Mo Di and Wen Hao, right?"

Yu Qiao's eyes turned, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, but asked with a smile, and the disciples who were shouting in the audience suddenly quieted down, and they all turned their eyes to look at the three little teenagers on the stage coldly, or maybe two of the three little teenagers.

"The girl is really amazing!"

The little boy in the green mountain robe raised his chest shyly, walked out with high strides, and with the posture of the wind and the moon, he bowed lightly to the surroundings and said, "Wen Hao has seen you!"

"Damn it!"

"Bastard, he really dares!"

"Stinky boy, come down for me!"

This young man in Tsing Yi is not very old, but his bearing is extraordinary, and he is obviously well versed in the principle of moving qi and cultivating the body, and cultivating a heroic spirit.

If it weren't for him, he would have called himself Wen Hao, and the Confucian disciples present would definitely praise themselves as "really my people".

It's just that he has now brushed up the tiger's whiskers, and the angry Confucian disciples, no matter what the young man's background is, he will pull the young man off the stage.

Even the three elders on the stage also frowned, twisting their beards on their hands, and unconsciously pulled them down, making them grin in pain.

"Presumptuous!"

On the stage, Yu Qiao frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he slammed the spear hard, but when he heard a bang, an invisible wave of qi swept away, and the Confucian disciples who rushed to the edge of the high platform were immediately shocked out again.

"Kill!"

There were even thousands of Xuanjia iron horsemen rushing out, the horizontal spear shook the rod, the blade burst up, and the eyes were hideous, which frightened the disciples of each family and did not dare to move.

Overlord, Overlord!

With the means of the overlord, naturally not only cultivated such a bold girl as Yu Qiao, but also had a hegemon army in his hands who swept thousands of armies.

All the kings of the world, only the anti-hegemonic army led by the old Qin Huben, and the current military general Lu Wuxing, and a few armies can confront the hegemon.

The rest of the forces are not worth mentioning!

Otherwise, what did the overlord rely on to think that if he took the territory of each family, each family would not retaliate back?

Is it true that every family is a wealth boy?

Without him, only the hegemonic army is strong enough to resist the troops of the kings of the world.

The world has been in turmoil for nearly ten years, ten years, but it has been ten years of big waves and sands, and now, there are only seven or eight forces left in the nineteenth road of the year, and they are still fighting each other.

"I didn't speak, you dare to make trouble?"

Yu Qian stared sideways, and scolded loudly, as if reprimanding his subordinates, with unlimited prestige, making the disciples of each family red-faced, and daring to be angry but not to speak.

"What a domineering woman, she turned out to be Si Chen, it's really the opposite!"

"Sure enough, the strange woman is also, the overlord has no queen, if I have to marry this woman......"

Some people are not convinced, some people have different thoughts, and I don't know where the confidence comes from, on the stage, Yu Qiao pointed a gun at the little boy in ink clothes and said: "In this way, you are Mo Di!"

The ink-clothed young man nodded helplessly, Yu Qi took the gun a little, suddenly took on a bit of naughtyness, and said with a smile: "Okay, good, good, this girl is the three of you in charge of the family today!"

Before the laughter fell, Yu Qiao shook the edge of the gun, and rushed to kill, but he didn't give the three little teenagers a reaction, obviously, he made up his mind to take the three little teenagers as a reason, so as to lose the face of Confucianism, Mo, and the farmer.

"Bastard, how dare you run rampant like this!"

The elders on the stage were secretly angry, but the three little teenagers looked at each other in unison, pounced out, and laughed to themselves: "Girl, you are going to make a move, it's not that we bully more and less, and turn around and fall into your teacher's face, your teacher is ashamed, you can't blame us!"

As he spoke, the farmer Sang Yang Hong strode forward, striking with a horizontal fist, striking out the Xuanhuang brilliance, as thick as yellow sand; as soon as the Mo family Mo Di turned his hand, a black and white mirror rose, and the spear blade was reversed; Confucian Wen Hao remained unswerving, like a mountain, and the spear fell in front of him, but it was annihilated.

A little boy is also a big husband!()

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