Chapter 524

In the stands, xiaochenxi clenched her fists, and two blue flames flashed away in her eyes.

Obviously, if it wasn't for ye Xue, I'm afraid she couldn't help it!

On the stand, Han Shuting and Han Yan sigh a little, secretly scold these uninvited opponents how can they be so shameless!

From the beginning to the end, those foreign practitioners looked coldly at what was happening around them, as if they regarded those indignant disciples as barking monkeys

Does protest work?

For Count Dracula and Viscount Nicholas, victory is enough!

"It's really boring. In this case, we'll win again..."

Vicomte Nicholas's face was full of boredom, and the girl beside him was very arrogant and rude.

"Elder martial brother, why don't I go up?"

Mo Li walked out of the crowd, clenched his fist and whispered to Mo Duan.

"Your accomplishments are under me. If you know that Count Dracula chose to appear before him, this young man is more difficult to deal with

Don't stop pondering.

Hearing this, Mo Li's clenched fist was a little loose. Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that... Elder martial brother was right.

He is not the opponent of Count Dracula. How can he deal with this young man who comes out at the end?

Two people orthogonal flow, those foreign audience suddenly chirped discussion.

Obviously, the tone was full of disappointment.

"Is this the Chinese cultivator? It's really a pity. It seems that they exaggerated their strength too much before. "

A blonde turned off the camera as she shook her head.

"Yes, first a middle-aged man, then a bad old man. Is there no young man in the Chinese cultivation world who can beat him?"

"It's over, our handsome Viscount Nicholas. It seems that we have no chance to do it!"

And then there was the echo.

"It's really disappointing. This is the so-called great country. The poor Chinese are still in the state of seclusion a hundred years ago..."

"These people should have been eliminated by the times. Our noble blood master should not challenge them at all. "

"The victory without suspense really failed our expectation..."

A few foreign young people were full of disdain in their tone, and almost didn't raise their middle finger to show disdain.

"If there is no one to fight again, I think Mo Zhangjiao should judge our victory, and then openly admit the decline of the Chinese cultivation world!"

Count Dracula, who did not speak, came out of the crowd and said slowly.

This remark got the collective approval of his side.

"Huaxia is just a small point in our trip this time. I hope Mo Zhangjiao will not delay our noble Viscount Nicholas... Precious time!"

He continued.

From the beginning to the end, the Viscount Nicholas stood on the plum blossom pile with a good look.

High above, his face is full of undisguised contempt!

The disciples... Repressed their anger and looked forward to it.

As if as long as he waved, anyone would go up without hesitation... To die!

How can Mo Duan not know what they think?

But looking around, there is no one who can surpass himself!

Not to mention that these disciples can only be considered as suckling children, even younger martial brother Mo Li, who is an old man in the world, can't guarantee that he won't suffer from the conspiracy of these bastards!

Gai jiuxiao is the best proof!

Humiliation?

Hate!

All kinds of emotions are interwoven in the heart.

In the stands, even ye Xue and Han Shuting and others, although today's events have little to do with them, several girls still clench their fists and care about every move in the field.

Who would like to make a bunch of foreigners laugh?

"Too much deception!"

Su Bingyu spat hard.

Clay figurine still has three points of anger. Although she has not received orthodox cultivation, she is a native Chinese girl. In this situation of common hatred, she should share weal and woe!

In Ye Xue's arms, Chen Xi is most excited.

She waved her little fist and repeatedly cried to go down and blow up the two blood sucking monsters!

If it's not ye Xue holding her, I'm afraid this girl can pierce the sky!

It's noon with the breeze.

The whole square was silent, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Don't break your heart.

Clenched fists, nails directly into the flesh, oozing blood

In his dry throat, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "this game, we recognize..."

Before the word "lose" came out, the foreigners had already stretched their necks and put up their ears to listen.

However, at this moment, as if the heart has a soul in general!

Don't pause for a second. It's the deadliest moment in the audience

A Jiao drink into everyone's ears!

"Wait!"

People subconsciously follow the reputation, on the snow covered stone steps, there is a beautiful shadow, several jump, on the mountain square!

It's just... Moshe!

"Elder martial brother, we haven't come to the last step. We don't know the outcome yet!"

Mo she even playfully squeezed out a smile towards elder martial brother. In this tense atmosphere, her smile... Can be called embarrassing!

"Nonsense! You are not their opponent. Elder martial brother can't watch you go up and die... "

Don't stop and shout.

To tell you the truth, when he heard that voice just now, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe a miracle will happen?

But after seeing that the younger martial sister Mo she appeared, the only fluke in my heart was completely broken!

Although she came back in time

It's just one more witness to the failure of this competition!

"Elder martial brother, who said I was going to go up?"

Mo she suddenly funny smile, looking at Mo break a face surprised, fundus this just flashed a shrewd.

Quickly walk to the square fence, a pair of jade hands gathered, put on the lips.

Everyone looked at her with great interest. They didn't know what she could do

Until she gently opened her lips, summoned up her genuine Qi and yelled, "asshole, don't you hurry up?"

After a sound, as if in mid air birds fly, no response.

Vaguely, the atmosphere seemed to solidify, and everyone felt more and more embarrassed.

Who is she calling for?

Mo she's pretty face turned red. With so many eyes staring at her, didn't she want to get off the stage

"Will you come up? No matter how slow I am, I'm really angry! "

No one found that Mo she clenched her lips, and there was a little more of her daughter's anger in her eager tone.

It's like being coquettish!

Mo Duan was surprised that this kind of emotion would never appear on his younger martial sister before.

It's like a pretty nun with six clean roots, eating fast and worshiping Buddha. Suddenly one day, she began to sing eighteen songs in public