Chapter 363

Name:The Mad Cultivator Author:王小蛮
When someone Li pasted Cao MuQing's pink face on his big mouth when he spoke, everyone was sweating for a black man.

Everyone thinks, brother Li, you are too brave. You are playing with fire! Cao MuQing is much more dangerous than the tigress's ass.

However, unexpectedly, BT's terrible Cao MuQing didn't get angry, but pushed a black man away with a blush, revealing the look of his little daughter's house he had never seen before.

"Senior brother Li, master, it's really tall! I admire it!"

"If I can learn senior brother Li's skill, I can cross the Cangnan flower world."

"Yes, yes, elder martial brother Li is so black that he doesn't feel inferior. This repair is just goldfish eyes, nose in the sky, eyebrows with eight characters, and a little circled legs by the way. It seems that he can boldly pick up girls in the future."

Everyone was scared to step back and stay away from this brother.

Huang Zixuan, who could see clearly, hurriedly asked in a low voice, "martial arts sister, brother sunspot doesn't really have anything to do with Cao MuQing."

Jiang Wuyi smiled and pulled Huang Zixuan, saying, "I can't wait!"

Soon, neby began.

Ye Kong, dressed in white, stood proudly at the side of the challenge arena, with his hands behind his back, and looked faintly at an outer hall disciple opposite. To Ye Kong's surprise, the other party's cultivation is not too high, but too low. Only the level of the fourth level of Qi refining can he manipulate magic tools. In this way, come to the competition, and want to be in the top 100?

"Elder martial brother li... Elder martial brother Shi Yiyou is reasonable. Please show mercy." This monk Shi Yiyou came to join the fun. He didn't expect to meet the first person in the outer hall in the first scene, and he secretly complained.

"Don't worry, Li will never embarrass you." Ye Kong smiled. Shi Yiyou was very polite, but no matter what, ye would not let him win.

"Elder martial brother Li, please do it." Shi Yiyou swallowed a mouthful of spit and said.

Many people saw the competition of the first person in the outer hall. Seeing Shi Yiyou let Ye Kong take the lead, everyone below laughed. If you let others do it first like this, can you still do it if he does it?

Shi Yiyou felt uncomfortable himself, smiled shyly, patted the storage bag, offered a inferior flying sword, and shouted, "brother Li, be careful!"

Looking at Shi Yiyou's trembling flying sword, ye Kong didn't let him kick it too shamefully, but moved his body and caught the flying sword empty handed.

Ye Kong didn't pursue the victory, and caught feijiandao, "brother Shi, that's all."

I didn't expect Shi Yiyou to be honest and hold his head high, "elder martial brother Li taught us never to retreat!"

With that, he turned his hands and began to learn the magic formula of fireball. However, before Shi Yiyou finished his magic formula, he saw the white shadow in front of him, the back collar was pulled up vigorously, and then his body fell uncontrollably from the challenge arena.

Ye Kong threw him down, but he didn't make a fool of himself. Just a stumble, Shi Yiyou stood still.

"Elder martial brother Xie showed mercy." Shi Yiyou was thrown down without a move, his face flushed.

Ye Kong raised his hand, and the inferior flying sword, like a white rainbow, flew into Shi Yiyou's palm.

"Younger martial brother Shi, it's right to insist on not giving up, but you also have to talk about a strategy and distinguish between ourselves and the enemy..."

With this sentence of a black man, the next competition will be easier. Most of the people who come up are outside disciples. Those disciples also knew that they couldn't fight, so they simply hugged, "elder martial brother Li, if you don't fight your own people, younger martial brother conceded defeat. I wish elder martial brother a smooth advance to the top ten!"

Ye Kong also saluted and thanked such a fellow apprentice, although even if he fought, the other party had no hope of winning.

A total of more than 800 Qi refining disciples participated in Naypyidaw, and there were more than 100 disciples in each arena. Finally, thirteen disciples were left to pass the audition, that is, as long as they defeated four opponents.

Ye Kong fought tirelessly for three times. Of course, he was really not tired. He didn't work at all and didn't use his storage bag. All this made Cao Mu angry.

Ye Kong wanted to fight again and complete the promotion task, but it was stipulated that a monk could play up to three times. Ye Kong had no choice but to go down the challenge arena.

Seeing that the first person in the outer hall didn't compete today, all the disciples assigned to this stage breathed a sigh of relief and secretly called luck. Then several disciples went up to compete.

Ye Kong didn't care too much. After getting off the challenge arena, he went straight ahead to watch Jiang Wuyi's competition.

As a friar who is full of Qi refining, he is still very dominant in the competition of Qi refining disciples. A female friar on the ninth floor of Qi refining opposite is also called unlucky. If he meets other friars, he can be promoted, but he meets Jiang Wuyi.

But there is also a reason for such a coincidence. Because the first ones to sign up are all for Zhu Jidan, these people have similar serial numbers and are also on the previous challenge arena.

Ye was flattered. Later, those who signed up were all taking chances after hearing the news of the big battle. Their cultivation was very poor, and ye Kong naturally won easily.

"How many games have you played?" Huang Zixuan, who was watching the battle off the stage, didn't expect this boy to come so soon. He had an appointment with Jiang Wuyi. He would fight today and go to see a black man after playing.

"Three games." Ye Kong didn't hide it, let alone boast.

However, cucumber Meimei didn't believe it. You played three games before the martial arts game was over? You are too fast!

"Didn't you get kicked down?" Huang Zixuan stared at her eyes.

Looking at those big black and white eyes, ye Kong hehe smiled, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "in fact, I didn't do anything. The key is that the name of the first person in the outer hall is too scary. They saw me standing there and admitted defeat when they came up."

"So it is." Huang Zixuan believed it. Those disciples of the outer hall were frightened by the name and took the initiative to admit defeat. It is really possible.

"Then you didn't use that new magic tool?" Huang Zixuan asked again.

"Of course, good things should be taken out at the critical moment."

Ye Kong leaned in her ear to speak, and the corners of her mouth vaguely touched some scattered hair roots on the back of Huang Zixuan's neck. With the hot air in someone's mouth spraying behind her ears, you can clearly see that Huang Zixuan's refined little earlobes are red and lovely

"Brother sunspot, don't talk to me like this..." Huang Zixuan lowered her head and whispered angrily.

"Why? Who has a problem? I'll beat him!" Someone put on a rogue appearance.

Huang Zixuan covered her mouth and snickered. Brother sunspot must be a real scoundrel in his hometown. He looks like a scoundrel.

"Don't look... It's not someone else's opinion, it's the itch on my neck..." Huang Zixuan pulled a hooligan.

"Itch? I'll scratch it for you." Hooligans will not miss this good opportunity and immediately follow the shot.

"Don't..." Huang Zixuan's neck is red. From the perspective of a hooligan, she just looks into the back neck of cucumber Meimei's collar. Wow, straight neck like snow, with pink pink pink floating on it

Everyone around was watching the stage, and no one saw the little movements of these two people. But Jiang Wuyi on the stage can see clearly that although everyone has adapted to polygamy, little pepper is still a little jealous in his heart.

She was not easy to get angry, but the female nun opposite was unlucky. She saw that the other party's flying sword was getting faster and faster. Seeing that she was about to lose her grip and die, the other party also threw a talisman.

"Martial sister, I have a grudge against you..." the female monk opposite had an impulse to cry.

The female monk immediately conceded defeat and surrendered. Ye Kong and Huang Zixuan also paused to speak and shouted loudly at the stage.

Ye's cohesion is still very high. When he applauds, naturally someone will follow. Not only applauded, he also made up a doggerel, "martial arts, martial arts, earth shaking; pepper pepper, easy to win."

Jiang Wuyi was happy when he heard this. The little knot in his heart instantly disappeared, and he threw a water Lingling's coquettish white eyes from a distance, which made all the disciples around feel distressed. Alas, the black bear ate the good cabbage.

Jiang Wuyi was going to see the black people once, but she didn't expect him to come so soon, so she decided to take advantage of the situation to pursue and fight again.

This time, the one who comes up is not as good as the previous one. Naturally, the odds of winning are very low. Of course, someone ye can also continue to chat with cucumber Meimei.