"Before that, our Lord allowed you to go to the bottom of tongxuan treasure land! Please give you a drop of holy water! " The LORD looked at these talented little disciples and said with a smile.
As soon as the patriarch's words fell, all the disciples' faces were overjoyed.
The sisters of Sanfeng all look at each other one after another, and can see a little spreading smile from each other's eyes.
Only a small face stood expressionless in the team of the first peak, standing behind Xu Shanshan and Xue Xiao, looking coldly at the front, with no joy in their eyes.
Sanfeng disciples stand in three rows. Xiaomian paralysis stands in the first row and the third row.
Standing in the same row with xiaomiantan is Chang Yuxi, the second peak disciple, and one of Yang jumpong's own disciples.
This often girl stealthily glanced at the small face and collapsed, and suddenly cleared her throat, "master! I heard that this time, people from the five sects will join us! Jubi is extremely fierce! The disciples sent by our clan to participate in the competition are all Xuanshi above level 10! But in this way, the eight level Xuanshi, junior sister, seems to have replaced the number of senior sister Yifeng. This, it seems a little out of line! "
In the second row of the third row, in the position of the third peak disciple, a 15-year-old girl in red hurriedly turned her head to look at the cold and still expressionless girl Qiao.
The patriarch "Er", just about to make a round sound, heard a clear and cold voice slightly raised, "this elder martial sister, do you want to compete with me for one or two?"
Murong nettle sniffed at the words and slightly drew the corner of his mouth.
Chang Yu Xi took a copy of his hands, held them in his chest, turned his head to look at arbor and said with a chuckle, "is it not because my junior sister has lost and can take the initiative to quit the team?"
"If you lose, elder martial sister?" The little girl turned her cold face and looked at Chang Yu and Xi in front of her without expression.
Chang Yuxi felt cold for some reason.
"If you lose, elder martial sister, of course, you are willing to lose. You will be your follower all the way! How is it? " After speaking, his eyes flashed cunningly, and his fist wrapped Xuanli, which had quickly waved to the tree.
The tree does not hide or flash, and directly stretches out a white, pink and tender fist to bump against it.
All of a sudden, Xuanli's concussion caused a strong wind, which blew all the people's clothes and hair high.
Yang Guorong looked up and saw his second-class disciple, like a ball with only air leaking. "PIU" flew out of the sky, drew a perfect arc and crashed into the bamboo forest of the owner's house.
The patriarch's face changed at that time. He rushed to the bamboo forest anxiously with a clap of his thigh. "Oh, my bamboo!"
Sanfeng's disciple Mu Leng stared at the little girl, but for a long time there was no voice.
Until the patriarch came back with a ragged changyuxi in a huff of anger, all the disciples came back from their surprise and looked at changyuxi who was forced by misfortune.
"Oh, my waist." Chang Yuxi put his hands on his waist, pulled his face into a group and shouted, "little martial sister, you are too cruel! Come on, come on, elder martial sister lost, elder martial sister would like to lose the bet, and then I will be your attendant! "
Yang Guorong raised her hand to cover her face and said in her heart, "how can I spread out such a second class apprentice like you?"?
"No!" The cold words immediately petrified all the people present.