"What's going on? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Crazy, crazy, is the Thirteenth Prince crazy? At the critical moment, he was beaten by standing still!"

"I understand, someone must have done something in that gourd, so the Thirteen Princes went crazy as soon as they took out the gourd. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Fuck you, that gourd is called Fire Crow Gourd, it is a five-grade spirit treasure, and the Thirteen Princes have practiced it with painstaking efforts, how could something happen? Obviously, that Sun Xiaohua will perform illusions. ”

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone didn't expect that for Tang Qingyun, the thirteenth prince, a battle that was nine out of ten would be lost.

Not only did he lose, but he also lost so miserably that he was knocked down by Sun Xiaohua in less than ten rounds.

Many people were stunned, especially those who spent a lot of money betting on Tang Qingyun to win, they were dumbfounded.

The odds of one to twenty-four, such exaggerated odds, they didn't expect to make much, and they even lost, and they lost so much that they didn't even have their wives.

"Dark horse, where is this dark horse, this is the prince of horses, he is going to kill people as soon as he opens his eyes, hey, I have been killed, my money has been lost. ”

The sons and daughters of some forces are heartbroken, beating their chests, and they are simply ruthless, do you want to do this? Do you want to kill them all like this? Can people love each other a little more? Can you give each other a way to live? Nima, you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and you want us all to go bankrupt.

"Sun Xiaohua won, scored one point, and currently has a total score of nine. ”

The little eunuch under the martial arts stage was also stunned for a long time, and after reacting, he hurriedly announced the result of the competition, and when he looked at Sun Xiaohua's gaze again, he didn't dare to look so careless anymore, but paid a little more attention.

He is only the strength of the middle stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, even if he is much stronger than Sun Xiaohua in the realm, but even if he makes a move, he thinks that he will not be able to defeat Tang Qingyun so easily.

The main thing is that Tang Qingyun's Lingbao Spirit Soldiers are too sharp.

As a Tianjiao, Tang Qingyun could defeat an ordinary early stage cultivator of the Ning Yuan Realm, and then with the edge of the Chengying Sword, it was enough to shock the monk in the middle stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, but he was still defeated in the hands of Sun Xiaohua......

What does this mean, what does this mean...... There is a shady scene in this competition!

Sun Xiaohua's face was a little pale, and he was a little hurt when he had just performed the immobilization technique, and he slowly walked off the competition platform.

Tang Qingyun also got up from the ground with a gray face, was seriously injured, several ribs were broken, and looked at Sun Xiaohua's gaze, with a thick incomprehension and anger, his eyes were almost murderous.

He was very angry, extremely angry, a grasshopper who had never been in his eyes, would jump up and bite him, and this bite made him very painful, and the pain was so painful that he was ashamed of himself.

But now that he has lost the fight, even if he is a prince, he can't change this fact, even if he wants to kill Sun Xiaohua, he doesn't have any chance now.

"You...... It's good, it's good. ”

Tang Qingyun gritted his teeth and trembled, his eyes red.

Sun Xiaohua glanced at him, had a terrible headache, didn't bother to pay attention to this guy, turned around and walked towards the contestant area.

Tang Qingyun stared at Sun Xiaohua's back fiercely, and only then did he take back the flying fire crow gourd, and when he wanted to take back the Chengying Sword, he couldn't help but be stunned......

The hand was pinched again, but he still didn't feel a trace of the breath of the Chengying Sword.

"What's going on?" Tang Qingyun had a bad premonition, endured his injuries and ran to stage the martial arts, looking left and right, but there was no trace of the Chengying Sword at all.

"Your Highness!" Below, the little eunuch looked at Tang Qingyun with some embarrassment, and reminded him, a little depressed, "Nima, you have lost everything, and you still make two mistakes?"

Now that the competition is over, the contestants have to leave, if it weren't for Tang Qingyun's special identity, this little eunuch would want to slap this guy down.

Sun Xiaohua glanced back, her eyes just met Tang Qingyun, who was also angry, and immediately turned her head a little embarrassed and walked faster.

"Sun Xiaohua, you stop at this seat!" Tang Qingyun understood when he saw Sun Xiaohua's eyes, he was so angry that he wanted to scream, he had never seen such a shameless one.

Riding a horse, killing people is not enough, winning the battle and taking away the Chengying Sword, is there such a foolish person?

Everyone fell, and they could also see that Tang Qingyun had obviously lost the Chengying Sword.

That good end of a spiritual soldier, which has a connection with Tang Qingyun's mind, how could it be lost, obviously by Sun Xiaohua's hands and feet.

Tang Qingyun chased after him, and Sun Xiaohua walked to the contestant's seat without changing his face.

At this moment, everyone's gaze at him was already obviously different.

It was a look of surprise.

It was a look of jealousy.

That's a faint admiration.

Is that...... There were several murderous glances.

The twelfth prince Tang Guyun and the thirteenth prince Tang Youyun had already stood up, looking at him with a cold expression and gradually coming over.

Fu Yuan and Nangong Drunk also looked unkind, and their eyes stared at Sun Xiaohua with hostility.

If it is said that the eyes can kill people, Sun Xiaohua has died many times, and if it is said that the skin is cast of fine iron, then Sun Xiaohua's face is so thick that it can already be called a steel fortress, and the siege cannon cannot be broken.

"Hi, hello! You're so beautiful. Sun Xiaohua greeted someone.

Everyone held back their laughter, because Nangong was already purple.

"Poof!"

Murong Xuan, who was sitting on the far left side of the outer seat, couldn't help but smile, looked at Sun Xiaohua's gaze, and couldn't help but feel a little more curious and admired.

If Sun Xiaohua has been provoking Nangong Zui and others before, it is arrogant and does not know whether to live or die.

So now, he defeated Tang Qingyun, and those previous moves can be regarded as having strength and courage, which is worthy of admiration.

"Hello, beauty!" Sun Xiaohua also noticed Murong Xuan, and immediately smiled like a flower, and said hello again, where is there any monk's appearance.

Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and withdrew her gaze in embarrassment.

A black line appeared on everyone's foreheads, and while they had to be depressed, they also admired this guy's shamelessness, which can be called the first in this year's Tianjiao event.

"Stop, hand over the Shadow Sword to me!"

Behind, Tang Qingyun strode over and shouted in an unquestionable tone.

Although he was seriously injured, with the perfect physique of the Vientiane Realm, although the injury was serious, it did not affect his movements, and even after taking the pill, he could recover after a little rest for an hour or two.

"Sun Xiaohua, hand over the Chengying Sword, I can ignore this matter. Tang Guyun also took a step forward, his whole body was full of qi, and his eyes were full of threats.

"Hand over the Shadow Sword. Tang Youyun also walked over, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Stupid people really don't know how to write dead characters, and the treasure of the Chengying Sword is also something you can touch?"

Fu Yuan sneered, his eyes forced to look at Sun Xiaohua.

The atmosphere was tense for a while