Chapter 3722

The disciples of emperor Wuchang's envoy also came here. They were all ashamed when they were defeated by Shi Yingyan. They couldn't lift their heads when they came to watch the war yesterday. However, after seeing the wonderful and tragic World War I of Shi Yingyan and monk kangran, they felt much more comfortable and didn't feel too ashamed to lose to such an opponent.

At this time, looking at Gu Fenghua and others, also showed a friendly smile.

Noticing their eyes, Gu Feng nodded to greet them, but he couldn't help but wonder: who did they hurt? Even the envoy of impermanence was helpless. He didn't even hear that he was avenging his disciples?

Xuanxinjun made those disciples much less. At first, Wei hoped to rely on the demon pet to break the enemy. After losing to Xiang Wushang and others, he was still unwilling. When he saw Gu Fenghua's demon pets, he realized that his proud silver winged spirit Python was not worth mentioning at all. Compared with other ancient demon pets, it was just dregs, so his heart was flat, I'm in good spirits.

He even secretly congratulated him. Fortunately, he was defeated by Xiang Wushang in the first game. Otherwise, he would lose to Gu Fenghua. I don't know how miserable and shameful he would be.

In a word, at this moment, their little hostility to Gu Fenghua completely disappeared, and they were also full of expectations for them. In any case, they are all the registered disciples of Qingqiu Junshi, and only they can keep Chengyun Valley for Xuanji!

"Today is the last scene of the ride. Gu Fenghua, Luo en'en, Jun Lansheng and ye colorless are the disciples of the Royal envoy of Qingqiu. They fight against Zhan Jiuzhou, Si Liqun, Luo Yuxuan and Han Qingxue, the disciples of the Royal envoy of luocang." Lu Wenfu stepped onto the competition platform and announced in a loud voice.

Under the stage, the crowd was full of passion and voices.

In everyone's expectant eyes, Gu Fenghua's four people hold their heads high and confidently step onto the competition platform. They come face to face with Zhan Jiuzhou and others.

At this time, Zhan Jiuzhou had already lost the frivolity and arrogance of the previous two days, and his face was extremely heavy. Han Qingxue also said nothing, with a faint pale on his face. It's not hard to find that Gu Fenghua's thoughts made them breathe unevenly, and their injuries were obviously not healed.

"Zhan Jiuzhou, do you still think I'm lucky?" Gu Fenghua said with a smile and sarcasm.

Zhan Jiuzhou didn't speak. Thinking of his previous rave, he felt like he had been slapped in the face. He felt a little depressed.

"You seem to have forgotten what you said, but I didn't forget what I said!" As soon as Gu Fenghua's smile is closed, he will be replaced by the fierce killing.

Zhan Jiuzhou's cheek twitched slightly. He didn't forget what Gu Fenghua had said“ Wash your neck and wait. " This is what Gu Fenghua said to him before the last competition.

Obviously, Gu Fenghua will not be lenient in this competition. If he loses, he will die.

"Well, let's see who lives to the end." Zhan Jiuzhou swept the old secret script in the storage bracelet and said with a fierce face.

Four eyes opposite, burst out fierce sparks. This is the spark of hatred.

"All ready, I declare, the contest begins!" Lu Wenfu gave a loud drink and retreated to the edge of the competition platform.

As soon as the words came down, the sound of dragon chanting came out of the sheath of the sword on the stage, and eight figures rushed towards each other at the same time.

The Holy Spirit is promoted to the extreme and condensed in the sword. Everyone's body exudes a strong sense of killing.