Chapter 381

looking at him with bloodshot eyes, he was surprised to see that his expression was still so calm.

He was able to fight himself to this point, but he was not affected at all. He did not show any fear or excitement. Did he have no emotion?

Yi Heng meets his eyes with blood, as if to see the sea of blood, listening to his roar "out." Three blood lights appear in front of the body.

Hidden in the shadow of blood, we can't see what kind of magic weapon it is. There is a faint smell of blood coming from it.

At this time, he felt his breath surging in the disordered sky. It seemed that he had already operated the skill, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.

"Jie Jie." With a sound, the disorderly sky in front of the body suddenly turned into a group of blood shadows, and rushed over with the sea of blood.

"Xun, for the wind." A soft drink in the mouth, a Xun character appears in the left hand, instantly into the body, Bagua plate is not able to use.

At this time, I don't know what the other side's skill is. I'll take a look at it first.

"Whoosh", without the power of Bagua pan, he felt that he was moving very slowly, but in fact, in the eyes of the public, his body disappeared in place like the breeze.

There are many kinds of skills in the whole continent, and there are many weird ones. Naturally, no one thinks that there is any problem with his Xun formula.

The random sky saw him move away, and without any hesitation, the attack, speed and defense of this blood demon Dharma were all increased by a section.

However, since he was No. 4, he was not surprised to be able to avoid nature. At this time, he still gave a sound of "Jie Jie", and his mind moved. Three blood lights were chased by Yi Heng.

If "blood devil Dafa" can rely on escape, then how can it be so famous? It's just that after a while, he will lose his mind and become a madman in front of all practitioners. This is the biggest drawback of this skill.

Confused day dark thought, and then settled down, mouth chanting words, eyes more and more red, the whole body skin red, as if to turn into blood general, the breath more burst.

"Whoosh" Yi Heng easily turns around with the three blood lights that come after him. He doesn't care about these three blood lights, and his mind is all concentrated on the chaotic sky.

At this time, from his body, already felt more and more dangerous, heart also slowly cautious.

"Gen, the mountain." Roar a sound, the body no longer evades, a gen word appears in front of the body, instantly become a hill.

On the stands, many people shake their heads secretly. Does this person have no magic weapon? The Hu lunatic devil is about to attack with all his strength. He doesn't even offer his magic weapon at this time. Isn't it waiting for him to admit defeat?

The fat man even hated the fat, and said vaguely, "it's over, my spirit stone." He had no idea that Yi Heng was so poor that he could not afford to buy defensive magic weapons. He could only rely on magic to defend.

At the top of the "falian building", more than a dozen Yuanying friars also stare at the jade on the wall.

"That's the strength of number four?" Said the Lord.

"Oh, nonsense, is this a powerful skill?" Gou Youwei saw that the two men were fighting hand to hand, but the city Lord didn't speak. I think the difference between them is not big.

Now, the master of the city said this because the skill is powerful.

"For the minor repair of the foundation, it's extremely powerful. I'm afraid that the No. 4 will not be able to move for a while, and will fall into the blood fog. If he still wants to rely on evasion, he won't have to look at it any more."

The city Lord said calmly, his eyes focused on the chaotic sky. This son should be able to have that kind of strength after two years' cultivation.

Yi Heng was a little puzzled at this time. When the three blood lights came, he would greet the hill. Unexpectedly, the blood light returned immediately. It seemed that he was afraid of the hill.

The disordered sky in the opposite direction rushed forward with a blood shadow, and the speed was even faster. However, he could not do anything about it. He added Xun to his body, touched the ground, and then dodged away.

In his eyes, where the blood shadow of the disordered sky passed by, there was a bloodstain which did not disperse in the air.

The three blood lights were suddenly taken back by him, and disappeared after entering the blood shadow. I don't know whether they were recovered or how, but they are very strange. What's the effect of the three blood lights.

In the blood shadow, three blood light suddenly stabbed into the disordered sky forehead, but strangely, there is no trace on the forehead.

But the whole blood shadow "bang" once again more than doubled, and the speed of the attack became a few minutes faster.

At this time, Yi Heng couldn't avoid the blood shadow only with Xun's blessing. With a wave of his left hand, a shaking character appeared, "boom", and a thunder with thick arm shocked the blood shadow. The blood shadow seemed to be lighter.

At the same time, Yi Heng's character changed into thunder and lightning attack at the same time, and he wound around in the fighting field.

"Let's do it. What can we do to get it out?" On the grandstand, the fat man growled anxiously, his body fat shaking up and down with his voice, which was obviously extremely anxious.

If you look down from the stage, you can see that the chaotic sky seems to be deliberately circling in circles. On the fighting field, there will be a circle of bloody shadows, lasting for a long time.This circle is getting smaller and smaller, and Yiheng's mobile space is getting smaller and smaller. However, he seems to know nothing about it. There are still lightning strikes on the blood shadow.

I saw that he was covered with blood mist. His moving body became slower and slower, but he seemed to have no way out. He was more and more restricted.

Finally, the blood shadow changed from four Zhangs to two Zhangs and one Zhang.

"Ouch." The fat man uttered a painful cry. In his eyes, the blood mist of four Zhangs covered his eyes and spiritual consciousness, and let his heart sink into the abyss.

I saw a blood shadow rolling up and down in the fighting field, and there was a laughter of "Jie Jie". Everyone at the scene knew that it must be Hu crazy devil who had the upper hand.

But most of them showed a natural smile and rubbed their hands, obviously ready to exchange gambling to win the spirit stone.

"The Lord of the city?"

"I can't see clearly at all here, but it seems that Hu crazy devil has the upper hand. Moreover, this skill can improve all his attributes. In this blood mist, it's like a fish in water, and let him do it."

"Well, isn't it that the fourth is doomed?" Asked Vice Mayor Zhang.

Gou Youwei's right hand suddenly stops in front of his chest, and his feather fan also stops in front of his chest.

In his mind, the nun in Yi Heng's arms had a peerless face, but he was afraid that from now on he would be unconscious until he died.

If you don't enter the primary, you won't be eligible for any reward, not even poor.

The plume fan in the right hand stirred up slowly again, and his gentle and calm face remained unchanged.

On the jade, you can see the blood mist rolling, but you can't hear the sound. But in addition to gou Youwei, all of them are Yuanying friars. Can't they imagine what happened in the blood mist?

At this time, Hu must have red eyes, full of blood and power, occupying the absolute upper hand. He used the blood fog power to continuously pursue No. 4.

And No. 4 is like a big fish covered by a fishing net. It may have countless strength, but it has no strength.

The more struggling, the tighter the net was, and gradually lost the air and let the fisherman kill him.

Suddenly, the blood mist gradually slowed down, and the people took back their eyes and leaned toward the chair, thinking in their hearts, this is the end?

"The second brother is really good. He can definitely be trained well, but you say that the first three are more than that?" It is known to all that the city Lord is not talking about number four in this speech.

People focus on Gou Youwei. Fortunately, they didn't bet this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid they will lose heartache.

"Today, we can see that there is no big difference between the first three

Gou Youwei slowly moved his right hand, and the feather fan was slowly agitated.

"Then we will focus on training. Once selected, the pills and skills will be..." Before the city Lord finished speaking, he saw Gou Youwei's right hand in the air. It seemed that he was surprised, which made his elegant face stiff.

He turned his head along Gou Youwei's eyes and saw a figure walking out of the blood mist.

The figure seemed to be stained with blood mist. People didn't see it clearly, but they saw the man holding a broken hand in his left hand and dragging a man slowly away from the blood mist with his right hand.

The dragged man lay on the ground, motionless, as if in a coma.

From the blood fog more and more far away, the shadow of the blood mist more and more light, gradually dissipated, until Gou Youwei roared "beautiful." It was then clear to all.

That man was number four.

Since the standing is No. 4, it means that the earth must be chaotic.

At this time, he saw his left hand holding a broken hand, and his right hand threw the sky disorderly to the ground. Then he ran the spirit liquid, and finally all the blood fog dispersed.

He seems to be disgusted with the blood mist. He washes and washes his body continuously with his magic. When he hears it, his face still shows disgust.

Until there was no smell, he was satisfied and flew to the grandstand.

"This..." The vice city of the surname Zhang insists that he can't speak. Even the city Lord, everyone is staring at Gou Youwei again, as if to ask him to explain.

The city Lord also felt a little hot on his face. As a monk who was about to be promoted to the stage of transforming God, he even misread the strength of building a perfect foundation.

Immediately thought of here can not feel the breath, can only see the image, judgment error is normal, comfort himself, but also secretly blame the two younger brothers.

Gou Youwei spread out his hands with a wry smile. He obviously didn't know about it. But if he didn't say anything, it would be difficult for him to pass the test in public eyes.

"Well, this person's surname is Zeng, and he should be a disciple of the gate sect. I met him a year ago. He should be short of spirit stones and be in urgent need."

"What did you mean when you yelled" beautiful " The city Lord still thought he was hiding.

"Well, well, I sympathize with him and hope that he can enter the primary election." In Gou Youwei's mind, the nun in Yi Heng's arms has a unique appearance, which can be described as "beautiful"?

Naturally, such a nun couldn't bear to lose her fragrance. He tried to excuse himself in his heart. Naturally, he would not let anyone here know that there was such a nun."Well, you brother Gou, what should be the disciples of the gate school? Now it seems that there must be a chance to win again." The city Lord roared.

Although the language seems to be dissatisfied with hook, but the look is very gratifying.

More gratified than he was, no, more ecstatic, there was another one.

On the stands, losing the spirit stone is like a fat man who cuts off his body's flesh. Losing so many spirit stones is like a fat man who cuts off all his fat. When he sees that Yi Heng is walking out of the blood mist, he almost instantly passes out of his breath and faints on the ground.

Fortunately, although he is fat, he has a quick reaction. He jumps up from the ground immediately, not to meet Yi Heng who flies to the grandstand, but to exchange the spirit stone he has won.

There is only one thought in my heart, "hair, hair, developed." As for greeting number four, who is number four?

Yi Heng gets up from the fighting field and flies to the stands. Seeing the fat man jumping up from the ground, he thinks he wants to embrace himself.

When I think of the fat man's fat body, I'm afraid that he can wrap himself in the fat meat. I feel a chill and want to vomit. I was about to scold him, but I saw that he was flying in the wrong direction.

If you look at it again, you can see that he is shaking his fat and going to exchange for the spirit stone. He doesn't look at himself at all.

I couldn't help but feel a burst of joy and loss. How could this fat man be so?

At this time, there was a big crash on the stand, and countless spiritual senses focused on him again.

Originally, I wanted to leave, but I didn't think the spirit stone had yet to be reached. In addition, I didn't seem to control the transmission array. I had no choice but to sit in the stands with a cold look.

Among them, he felt that four or five spiritual senses were printed on his body, which made him feel nervous. He knew that the strength of these people was not inferior to him, and he could not help regretting it secretly.

When those spiritual senses came with a sense of war, he even thought of his body and left. When he was in distress, the fat man just came back. Presumably, there were not many people who exchanged spirit stones, because there were too many losers. How to exchange them?

Grab the fat man's right arm. No, it's just a lump of fat on his right arm. He turns around and walks towards the array.

It seems that the fat man is also a little frightened, just want to leave here quickly, and follow the trend to the array.

"No, your share, even capital and interest, a total of 12 million spirit stone, you sent." As he walked, the fat man handed him a storage bag with a trembling voice.

His right hand loosened the fat on his right arm, took the storage bag, and did not speak. At this time, the left hand was still holding the broken hand.

"No, it's not that I don't want to meet you?" At this time, the fat man remembered the reason why he didn't look right. Now he is also remorseful. His left hand makes a "Pa Pa Pa" sound on his fat face.

What's the matter with you? Can the spirit stone fly?

In fact, at that time, he was really afraid of flying. Hundreds of people at the scene thought that Hu would win, but unexpectedly he lost. What's so fishy about it?

I don't know what it would look like if the whole audience started to make a lot of noise. After all, this kind of thing has hardly happened.

Seeing that he still had a cold face, the fat man did not dare to speak any more, so he walked to the transmission array honestly. This time, he was generous. He put eight spirit stones into the small hole, kneaded the finger, and the two disappeared.

When Yi Heng opens his eyes, he finds that he has returned to the small attic. He raises his feet and goes out of the array and goes outside.

The fat man naturally followed behind him, and he was puzzled by the broken hand he had been holding. "Taoist friend, why didn't you kill the madman?"

"Why kill him?"

"After killing him, everything in the storage bag belongs to you. What's more, if you don't kill him, I'm afraid he..."

Yi Heng stops suddenly, and the fat man almost bumps into it. Fortunately, he stops in time. He looks puzzled in his small eyes. What's wrong?

"He will die, too?"

"So many people lost the spirit stone, and now the strength of the broken hand is weakened. If there is no big man to stand up and speak, do you think you will die?"

Yi Heng hesitated a little in his heart, but he still raised his feet and walked forward. If he could not keep his life, he had nothing to do with himself.

This is the cruelty of the immortal world.

"If you die, you will die. Who can guarantee you will not die?"

The fat man no longer answered, followed him out of the "falianlou" and walked into the courtyard wall, but there was a glimmer of light in his small eye. His left hand sometimes touched the storage bag to confirm its existence, and even more to confirm the existence of the spirit stone in the bag.

After entering the wall, Yi Heng paid attention to the signs on the vine outside the courtyard.

I saw the first courtyard wooden sign really said: "hook you Gu, No. 1." The second room says, "gouyougu, number two." I think there are such marks on every courtyard.

This is only the initial estimate of the strength of each person to find friars. However, as the city master and other highly skilled monks, this judgment is rarely unexpected.

After crossing the courtyard of the city master and the two Vice City lords, you will arrive at Gou Youwei.

I can't imagine that Gou Youwei's status is still above all the big families. Although he is the younger brother of the city Lord, his accomplishments are only full of building foundation.In Yi Heng's mind, Gou you's face is elegant but not slow. Why can he be above all the big families by building the foundation?

It is absolutely impossible for the city master to raise his status to the top of the big families even if he takes refuge.

So there are only two points. One is that his profits in running Goujia pills shop are huge, and his contribution to the family to the whole city is incomparable.

The other is the intelligence and emotional quotient of making sure that everything is arranged without any omission.

What's more, there are both of them. Otherwise, in the world of friars, if there is no cultivation, how can you be in a high position?

Thinking, has arrived at his own courtyard, only to see the courtyard inside and outside originally a mess, at this time has been cleaned up.

Not only cleaned up, but also the destroyed waiteng was born again.

This must not be a new birth, it must be replanted.

In this case, it must not be the work of Hua Yueru and Li Yuerong. They have not been able to do so.

Stop at the courtyard door, looking at the wooden card on the vine: "hook you Wei, No. 4" is still hanging well.

If it had not been for my personal experience, I'm afraid I would have thought that this was the case and never changed.

Only Gou Youwei can do this and has the ability to do so.

How does he know he won the contest? From winning the contest to now, there is only a stick of incense, which has been restored.

It must be that as soon as he got out of the blood mist, the man began to straighten out here.

There are two possibilities. One is that he can see his own duel with his own eyes. Second, someone must tell him immediately that he should be the second one. But why is he so concerned about himself?

Now that I'm here, I can't see myself? I think he must be sitting in the living room at this time, and his mind is relaxed.

"Please forgive me for not welcoming you." Let one side fat man is very surprised, he not only does not enter his courtyard, still shout at the door.

Is this a guest? Or welcome?