Zhou Fuyao quietly carried the delusional pupil in the audience, only to see that in the ring, in the center of the explosion, the winning goods shrank into a round ball of meat, supporting a layer of true yuan outside the body, desperately resisting the explosion of endless fiery red butterflies, each of these beautiful butterflies was transformed by a burst rune paper.

"It's really a shame to live and suffer a crime!" the winner was indescribably depressed in his heart. When those fiery red butterflies swarmed up, he did not dodge them immediately, but let them surround him. But he thought that this peony was so ruthless, each of these beautiful butterflies was a burst rune paper, so many bursting rune papers exploded together, even he could only support it. Fortunately, he has gluttonous blood, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Yudan period, but this true yuan content is much stronger than that of ordinary monks, and with the particularity of his fat body, he can unload some of the attacks and replace them with ordinary Jiedan monks, which is not strong at all.

In Zhou Fuyao's eyes, the winning goods forcibly urged Zhenyuan, and the natal fist gloves were instantly set on top of the fists, and two balls of light burst out from the fists of the fists, and at the same time, a reverse blood spurted out of his mouth. This forced urging force is really uncomfortable for Win, even the muscles and veins are injured, but his body is special and the injury is also fast, and the fiery red butterfly in the sky is also blasted out of a gap by him. Winning the goods control zhì shrunk into a round fleshy body, rolled out of the gap.

As soon as the winning body rolled out of this gap, a snow-white sword light stabbed obliquely from the red silk. Winning is a precautionary measure. The meat ball was like a spinning top, spinning rapidly. Deftly slid an arc across the ground, skimming the sword with ease.

Peony looked at the strange appearance of the winning meat ball. Not wanting to let go of this rare opportunity to attack, the long sword in his hand danced a piece of silver light towards the meat ball of winning.

"Peony, you want my life!" The ball of flesh that the winner turned into flicked on the ground, and then his body stretched out completely, and his fists burst out with the incomparable strength of steel casting.

The long sword in Peony's hand was blocked by the strength of the winning fist, and the long sword could not be handed over. After all, she is just an ordinary Yudan monk, and she is only in the middle stage of Yudan, which is a big difference compared to a special monk like Winshang. The situation of winning this vein is quite special, and it can be said that no monk with a spirit body would dare to underestimate them who have opened the gluttonous bloodline. Even if you win, you can't open the Gluttonous Battle Body yet. But the content of this true element is far from being comparable to that of peonies.

Seeing that the sword style was old, Peony decisively withdrew and retreated, twisting his slender waist, and his figure disappeared into the red silk in the sky. She also knows that there is a big gap between herself and Wins, if it weren't for Wins' intentions to let her, she wouldn't be serious at all, otherwise she would have been defeated. But she had to do her best for her future.

This time, Win didn't plan to be passive anymore, and decided to take the initiative. The body chased after it like an arrow, and pounced into the red silk like a tiger descending from a mountain. The red silk in the sky is like a cat that smells fishy, sweeping towards the winning goods. At this time, winning goods completely violates the law of action that a fat man should have, like a fish swimming in living water. His body was extremely nimble and flickering, interspersed between the gaps of the red aya, and none of the red aya could keep up with his speed. Anticipate his shape.

"Peony, I'm going to make a move!" However, this red silk can still isolate the divine sense, so these red silk must be removed first. The winning figure suddenly stood still. Pinching the law in his hand, another little spark came out of his fingertips, but this spark is obviously different from the beginning of the spark, the beginning of the spark is ordinary red, but this spark is purple, this is no longer ordinary fire, this is demon fire.

Demon fire is a special kind of flame, which originally only existed in the body of a fierce beast, and ordinary low-level fierce beasts did not have a demon fire at all. Ordinary fierce beasts generally break through to the cultivation of the Dan, and a wisp of demon fire will naturally be born in the body. The higher the beast, the earlier the demon fire was born, and the higher the level of the demon fire was born. Although it can't be like gluttony, a wisp of top-level demon fire can be born in the body like gluttony, but it can give birth to the first wisp of demon fire in the dantian after the knot, and this demon fire is born of a top-level purple demon fire because of the gluttonous bloodline.

The demon fire was born during the Dan period, which is also based on the strength of the human body, with the fragile physique of human beings, the demon fire is born at birth, which is definitely the rhythm of the explosion. After the subtle transformation of the gluttonous demon element, the body of the winning vein can only withstand the power of this demon fire when it reaches the knot stage. It is very costly for this top-level demon fire to be activated, but it is not a problem to deal with this red silk.

I saw that the winning goods urged the true yuan rolling in the body, and the spark suddenly expanded, turning into a fist-sized beautiful and demonic purple fire lotus flower and rising. The petals of the purple fire lotus flower peeled off one by one, turning into clusters of purple demon flames. These purple demon flames stuck to the red silk, and when the red silk came into contact with the purple demon fire, a puff of green smoke rose and burned up, turning into pieces of black ash and falling down.

Peony stood quietly in the red silk and did not rush to make a move. She's still waiting for her chance, and she thinks she still has a chance. Red Aya rushed towards the purple demon lotus like a moth to a fire, and in an instant, the entire ring burst into flames.

"What are you doing? Why did you start setting the fire again?" Ying Cheng said as he peeled off a peanut and threw the peanut into his mouth.

"Which one is this fat man going to play, is it romantic?" Ying Yu is also very strange, this ring was very quiet at the beginning, and then suddenly there was a series of explosions, and now it actually started to set fire.

In the ring, the red silk was almost burned out, and the winner glanced around, and finally saw the pretty figure exposed behind the red silk.

"I've been caught now!"

There was a smile on the winner's face. The winner just wanted to exert his strength, but his body shook in place and half knelt down.

"Third brother, I guess I'm in trouble. Zhou Fu frowned, looked at the ring and said.

"What's the matter, although the fat man's cultivation is not the top in the Yudan, it is more than a step stronger than that peony!" Ying Cheng looked at Ying Xiang's sudden figure and said in a shocked tone.

"Third brother, don't overdo it, if the boat capsizes in the gutter, then it's ......" Zhou Fu stared at the ring intently and said softly.

"That dead fat man is too clever and cherishes jade. Ying Yu clenched his fists tightly and stared at the ring.

"It should be fine, the third brother will be more than capable of protecting himself!, and Peony should not hurt him. Ying Cheng said this, but he clapped his hands and didn't peel peanuts anymore. He was also a little worried in his heart.

"What's going on! how could I not lift my strength!" said the winner with a panicked look on his face, looking down at his body, and exclaimed in a voice of astonishment.

Ying Zichen in the audience showed a hint of joy on his face at this time, this win was finally on the way, and he could see that there was definitely something wrong with the green smoke coming out of the red silk just now.

"Dead fatty, tell you to rob me of a woman. Ying Zichen looked at the half-kneeling winner with a smile on his face, and said hatefully in his mouth.

In the ring, Peony's face also showed a smile of victory at this time, moving like a rabbit, and his body flashed out from behind the red silk with great speed, and a sword stabbed towards the winning goods like lightning.

Peony, who was full of confidence, did not notice that there was a sly smile on the face of the winner who was bowing his head at this time.

"Peony, now look where you run!" Win waited for Peony's sword to arrive in front of him, his body shook slightly, and he quickly let go of the long sword stabbed by Peony, and then Win pounced like a hungry wolf.

Peony expected that the winning goods would be able to move at this time, and in her understanding, the winning goods had already hit her seven emotions at this time, and she should not be able to raise her strength, so the winning goods pounced, she was not expected at all, and did not make the slightest reaction and action.

The winner opened his arms, and in this way, in front of everyone's eyes, he hugged the peony tightly, like a fat octagonal fish wrapped around the kitten, and pressed the peony on the ring. Peony is a weak woman, and her cultivation is also lower than that of the winning goods, where she can break free from the winning goods' arms.

Win directly opened his mouth and kissed the lips of the peony who looked panicked, and the peony in his arms suddenly stopped struggling and quieted down.

When did Peony be forcibly kissed, and in the case of so many people, at this time she was angry and shy, but when she smelled the strong manly breath that poured into her nose, she was so soft that she couldn't raise the slightest strength to resist, and she didn't even have the strength to shake her head, so she could only bear it passively.

"Third brother, mighty and domineering!" Zhou Fuyao shouted loudly when he saw this situation.

Ying Zichen has also been paying attention to Zhou Fuyao and the others, his face has already turned purple, and when he heard Zhou Fuyao's shout, he glared at Zhou Fuyao viciously, and his expression was eager to cut Zhou Fuyao off with a thousand knives.

Zhou Fuyao's facial features were extremely sharp, and he naturally felt this special gaze. Zhou Fuyao didn't care, glanced at Ying Zichen lightly, the corners of his mouth curved into an arc, revealing a happy smile, and then turned his head.

"Haha, the third child is good. Ying Cheng was also surprised, and cheered in a low voice, he had never seen Ying Xiang so bold.

"This fat man didn't expect to be so bold. Ying Yu also said with a smile. (To be continued......)