Of course, it's Ahururu, or Lord Vishnu.

Brother Huba Cilen has become a demon, and there is only one way to save him, to wake him up.

If one person can't do it, how about ten thousand?

"Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!" Fang Yin shouted, Fang Yin shouted, Fang Yin signaled-

"Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!" Several people realized and shouted: "Huba Cilen!

The monks of Nanshan and the Shangqing Dynasty gradually joined in, and then shouted in unison: "Huba Cilen!"

One and ten, ten and hundred, hundreds and thousands, thousands and thousands: "Huba Cileng! Huba Cilen!

10,000 people shouted!

One person's strength is limited after all, Fang Yin's method is to ask for help from everyone, gather the strength of 10,000 people, and save a glimmer of life! Everyone's heart is red, everyone's blood is hot, the Buddha said that saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, and everyone has seen the situation of Huba Cileng. This is not hell, this is not heaven, there are no immortals, saints and Buddhas here, there are no demons and monsters, there are only people here, and human life is greater than heaven.

One thought is good, one thought is evil.

The wind is still cold, the rain has fallen, and tens of thousands of people are shouting, shaking the sky and the earth!

Whew!

"Huh-" Who is shouting: "Ba-" Who is calling me: "Times-" Who am I: "Leng-"

This time, Huba Cileng heard it.

A trace of clarity returned to the heart, and the dark red heaven and earth in the eyes turned into a warm color.

Halo yellow, like egg white, chaotic beginnings.

The day is at the head.

Suddenly, the heavy exhaustion of the mountains hit, or rather, Huba Cileng was tired.

Huba Cilen couldn't bear it, Huba Cilen slowly closed his eyes, and let the never-ending darkness and silence swallow his heart.

Huba Cileng fell down with a bang!

But there was no sound, no pain, Huba Cilen was unconscious, it was the warm embrace of Mother Earth: "Brother, brother, ancestor!" Impotent rushed over, hugged his Huba Cilen brother and ancestor, and rushed in front of everyone: "You can't die!"

"Boom-"

"Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!Huba Cilen!" The crowd cheered loudly!

"No Zen no Zen no Zen no Zen no Zen no Zen no Zen no Zen!"

The sun has set in the west, and the clouds are gradually rising.

Huba Cilen lay upright on the ground, wrapping people like a large zongzi, and Huba Cileng was seriously injured.

Huba Cileng fell into a deep sleep.

The monk Wuzen sighed and waited aside, his face full of apologies, but he couldn't come closer.

It is the Incompetent Great Immortal, and the Incompetent Great Immortal will no longer allow anyone to approach Huba Cileng, including Wuchan, including Fang Yin.

In this world, there is not a good person! The words of the incompetent immortal have been verified again.

It's unfair!

The results of the competition have come out, and they have long come out: no Zen wins, and Huba Cileng is defeated.

Although Wuzen admits defeat, despite his inability to have opinions, almost all of them have the same opinion.

No Zen victory, it is justified.

Of course, this is only the third round of the competition, one of them.

Huba Cilen was defeated, but he was defeated, but Huba Cilen has already gained his own glory.

It doesn't matter if it's a success or a failure

And Wu Zen finally won the admiration and praise of everyone with his amazing performance, and it can even be said that he was respected.

The same with a kind-hearted heart.

The brave are fearless, the benevolent are invincible, this is what a warrior pursues all his life, morality.

The third round of the competition has passed the halfway point, and only three of the Quartet are fighting, and the northern ring is seriously damaged and is being repaired. The great battle between Huba Cileng and Wuzen attracted everyone's attention, and its tragic and bloody places also shocked everyone's hearts, including those who were fighting and those who were watching. This made the ensuing martial arts battles boring and lackluster. Calling the number, shouting again, is also weak, victorious, defeated, generally listless-

Isn't it, the finals that are played in advance.

Of course, the eldest prince of Long didn't think so, and the eldest prince said in his heart that it was just right for the big fool to die, and it was best for the two fools to fight to the death with him! The big fool was of course Huba Cileng, and the second fool was naturally a monk without Zen, and in the eyes of the eldest prince of Long, there was nothing great about Zen, but it was hard enough, and it was not worth one ten-thousandth of his own fairy sword. The eldest prince of Long was a little sleepy, and the eldest prince of Long was so numb that his legs were numb, and the eldest prince of Long couldn't help but glance at it again-

But when I see the tears wet, I pity the beauty!

Lin Dai cried.

It is for Huba Cileng, in Lin Dai's opinion, Huba Cilen is a poor person, pitiful and pathetic.

Just like Lin Dai.

Give him a little care, give him a little love, and Huba Cilen will be happy like a child. From the various manifestations of incompetence when getting along with him, Lin Dai can see it. And the anger of Huba Cilen The hatred of Huba Cilen is not because of no Zen, Huba Cilen must have had an unfortunate experience, Lin Dai understands Huba Cilen. Yes, Lin Dai has seen a lot, and Lin Dai has thought of a lot, which is for all the previous competitions in the battle between Huba Cilen and Wuzen. Of course, those are all about him. Lin Dai has been watching everything about him, everything about him, so Lin Dai knows that Wuzen knows Huba Cilen and even knows that the incompetent Daxian is called Aiwu and Wu.

Lin Dai cried, and Lin Dai was also very happy, because there were so many good brothers around him.

Fang Yin has it, Lin Dai doesn't.

Speaking of Fang Yin, it can be seen that he is a capable person, just like his brother Wuzen, just like his brother Huba Cileng.

It can be seen that love always makes people blind, just like Lin Dailin Fairy.

"Shangqing, Yue Ling, right-" "En, help, Fang Yin, right-"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, Yue Ling Fang Yin was taken aback almost at the same time, and glanced at each other at the moment.

But it's not: "Tianshan, car chopping." ”

This party is: "Xingluo Island, Shang Bafang." ”

But Fang Yin Yueling appeared at the same time, one in the east and the other in the south.

Everyone's spirits are lifted!

There are many people in the world, there are more than one or two masters, the big waves have washed away the mud and sand, and it looks like the fake is true!

said Yue Ling.

At this point, the monk Wuzen has been the first favorite to win the championship in the competition, but after three rounds of competition, Wuzen is expected to return.

But there is Yue Ling.

Yue Ling Feng is handsome, Yue Ling is introverted, Yue Ling is from Shangqing, and he has become famous with a sword!

Daoist Fang was ignored again.

En, Bang, Fang Gang, Fang Yin, Fang Daoist, this is a contradiction in itself, or ridiculous: "Hey!"

Fang Yin sighed: "Senior Brother Yue, it scared me!"

Yue Ling smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Fang, fortunately, it's not you. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they both stepped into the ring.

Relatively far away, shaped like a wing.