Lao Tzu had just fought desperately for him, and when it was over, he immediately withdrew the vitality that had been crossed to Lao Tzu!

I scolded him several times in my heart, and gave up giving birth to a son without hair or something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info can't help it, people are butchers, I'm a fish, I can't jump out and scold him, this is an act of looking for death.

As long as I am careful not to be secretly killed by him on the way to the Thousand Medicine Garden, I should be able to keep my peace for the time being.

Anyway, I don't have any grudges with him, so why do I think he will kill me?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at his indifferent face again. Still apathetic.

The next competition was the only female disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang to play.

As soon as I got on the field, I was besieged by the Blue Cloud Gate and the Ferris faction.

They all gave their names. The only female disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang is named Huang Hanmeng. What a name! If only I could pounce on it.

Huang Hanmeng's opponent is a beautiful woman with a slightly chubby face and an indifferent expression. Another opponent was a man of medium stature with a square head. There was a slight smile on the man's face. I know where the smile comes from. Fighting with two beauties, you have to laugh just thinking about it!

But I don't envy him, it's not a good thing to fight with beautiful women.

Huang Hanmeng soared into the sky, and countless sand and gravel appeared between the flips of his hands. Yes, it's the gravel! My eyes are spent! The sand and gravel are dense and cover the sky and the sun, and rush down!

The two of them were defeated in an instant, and the wooden shield and water shield they conjured up could block 10,000 grains of sand, but could they block 100,000 grains? No, so they were defeated in an instant.

That's amazing!

If I meet this woman, I will definitely die.

No wonder the bastard surnamed Huang looks like he doesn't care about the two factions joining forces, it turns out that his disciple is so powerful!

The third round of the competition begins.

Draw. The disciples of the bastard surnamed Huang and the disciples of the other two factions were seriously injured. You can't fight anymore, so it's a draw.

It's really an eye-opener, they are all disciples of the sect, and all kinds of moves emerge in an endless stream, and the power is amazing. If you are not careful, you will die!

The fourth round of the competition begins.

The disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang was finally defeated. However, although he was defeated, he was still honored, because he was almost able to seriously injure the other party, but his last "Heaven and Earth Breaking Cloud Palm" almost hit the last standing beauty of the Blue Cloud Gate. If it weren't for the fact that the beauty's boobs were a little bigger, it might have hit her breasts, and it might have been a draw again.

Final round!

I'll do the math first. I threw in the first round. In the second round, the bastard surnamed Huang won in seconds. Third round draw. Lost in the fourth round. Two defeats, one draw and one win?

If the disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang doesn't win the last game, he will lose!

I hope that the bastard surnamed Huang will win, because if they win, I think that the bastard surnamed Huang will be happy in his heart, and maybe he will let me go, and it doesn't matter if he lets me work in the Thousand Medicine Garden.

I was nervous. I hope that the last disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang will be angry!

The last disciple of the bastard surnamed Huang is so handsome. The eyes are bright, and the eyebrows are dark and thick, like a sword. The face is white, the nose is straight, and the expression is full of confidence. What a stinky skin!

I hope he likes it in this stinky skin!

The sun is shining brightly in the sky. It's uncomfortable to get hotter and hotter. The ice under my feet was even harder, and I couldn't break a single chip of ice with any effort. Three or four hours ago, it was still a soft snow, and it turned into such hard ice, which I really couldn't understand. If you don't understand it, you don't want to think about it, the facts are right in front of you, and there is no way to do it if you don't understand it. The top priority now is to hope that this bastard with good skin can win the other party's beautiful and strong men.

It's on.

The good-skinned bastard ran to the sky to be someone's target in the first place. The beauty of the Blue Cloud Gate snorted, turned over several times, and suddenly had a wooden bow in her hand, bending the bow and shooting wooden arrows. Seven or eight wooden arrows were fired in a row.

The strong man of the Ferris faction was born with wind under his feet, and he also rose to the sky, clenched his fists in his hands, sprayed water in his mouth, and the water turned into ice in the air, and the ice turned into a sharp sword, and flew towards the target of the good skin in the air.

It's painful to look up at the sky. Because the scorching sun is so presumptuous in the sky, we will be dazzled when we look up. At the first glance, it is impossible to see the state of the battle clearly.

Could it be that the good-skinned bastard learned from my previous battle and rose to the sky, allowing their eyes to be affected by the scorching sun and thus gaining the initiative?

It's really smart.

The good skinned bastard doesn't know what to do in the sky, and he doesn't know if he's been killed. Anyway, I don't want to look up and let the sun hurt my eyes anymore. I don't watch them fight, I look at the faces of the onlookers. I saw that most of them were looking up, with vitality in their eyes, and they were watching the battle in the sky intently, but the three bastards in the foundation building period did not look up, and there was that Huang Hanmeng beauty.

Instead of looking at the sky, their eyes looked down at the ice.

What are they doing? Suddenly the brain is caught in the door? Unlikely. That must be greasy. I also looked down at the ice beneath my feet. Nothing, a blank slate. There is grass under the ice, the ice is transparent, and the transparent ice should be a green grassland.

Why is it so white under the ice? Maybe it's normal for the fog between the ice to hide the color of the green grass. Is this grassland still normal?!

The wind blew so hard for no reason that I was almost crushed to death by an animal carcass. Then it snowed wildly, and in a little bit of time it was more than a person's height. Is this normal!?

Not only that, but it was snowing, and there were two great masters in the sky fighting, and they were fighting, and suddenly a huge fireball came down, almost burning me to death.

That's all. I wasn't burned to death by the fireball, but I was kidnapped by this bastard surnamed Huang!

So what's going on now? Why do they look so seriously at the ice under their feet? Is there something strange in the ice under their feet? Are there monsters, are there robots, or are there zombies hiding in the ice?

I'm not surprised if anything happens now, anyway. But I was scared. I don't use the vitality of an eighth-level warlock anymore, and my current vitality is only at the level of a sixth-level warlock. If there was any danger, I would definitely be the first to die.

The thought that there might be a monster or something under my feet made my feet tremble.

Stunned, he looked up, and the battle in the sky became more and more fierce. Because I heard the sound of a fierce battle, I also attached several wisps of vitality to my eyes, and finally saw their battle clearly.

I saw the long hair of the good-skinned bastard scattered, fluttering in the wind! With an unstoppable look, he laughed and grabbed a person's neck with one hand. They want to struggle, but they can't. It should be that the bastards with good skins don't know what to do, restricting their physical freedom.

It's amazing.