The color of bloodthirsty fundus is more obvious.
Just in time, the more people he likes, the more dynamic he is, the more excited he is!
Originally, he planned to destroy the thundergate and let all the people in the upper circles know the news, but now he has changed his mind. He is more interested in the strength selection ten days later.
The man who took the lead walked up to Liao Zongtian and carried him to a tree to have a rest. He said quietly, "master, are you ok?"
Liao Zongtian shakes his head slightly, coagulates the dragon's evil spirit that looks like a smile, and his killing intention rises all around in an instant.
"Kill him for me!"
Tu Mo stood up and glanced at long Qingxie, a pair of treacherous eyes extremely complex, some light, some helpless.
"Ah…" Scream again, Liao Zongtian's only healthy arm, an extra Ming Huo's dagger.
Tu Mo's eyes revolve. He squats down to help Liao Zongtian seal the meridians and pull out the dagger on his limbs.
"Since you dare to make trouble at the Peihong gate, how dare you show your true face?" In the cold morning, Tu Mo, dressed in black robes, was out of place.
Long Qingxie's mouth was full of smile, but his pale face was not soft, and he said: "you don't deserve to see me."
As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen people in black came to Tu Mo's side in an instant. The strange and charming feeling impacted the atmosphere around him.
Tu Mo's eyes slightly pick, more than a dozen people in black jump in the air, but in the next second disappeared in mid air.
The breath became a little strange, and the air around it was a little oppressive.
In the blink of an eye, the man in black appeared again and had already come to dragon Qingxie's surroundings. In addition to being cold, they didn't have the intention of killing at the moment.
The dragon's eyes are full of evil, the waves are dark and the evil is cold.
On that day, a large number of people came, and they just made the funerary objects for his subordinates. There was blood in the gate, and it was bloody everywhere.
The news spread in a day.
They are all talking about a mysterious man who washed the door of the thundergate with blood, but he could leave unharmed.
When the news came out, plus the posting of the golden list of the peihongmen, and the gathering of heroes, people from all walks of life were more curious, so they came quickly.
Of course, they include cangyunbao and Jia's residence in Qingcheng town.
Seven days later, most of the people who can participate in the strength selection have come, and Liao Zongtian's injury has been cured, but now he needs to sit in a wheelchair.
A mess of the thundergate to restore the scene of the past, but still vaguely showing the smell of killing that day.
For convenience, the border has been removed from the sky, and the feeling of strangeness and gloom is gone. The competition arena is set at the gold, silver and copper table outside the door of the Peihong gate.
Ten days later.
Today, cangyun, Baojin, Yuyan and Jia Qingchun are here. There are also some people who dress up strangely. Some things are dark and some things are pure.
By noon, people from all walks of life had gathered together, and they were all sitting in the house of peihongmen. The old friends from all walks of life, who had not seen each other for a long time, gathered together, and they were all asking for help.
In the crowd, a man wearing white gauze was sitting in a remote corner. Although his position was inconspicuous, it always attracted the gaze of others.
He gently raised his cup and sipped it. His manner revealed elegance. He was dressed in white and sometimes curled up, with a kind of pure and indifferent.
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
A touch of Yingqi clear voice came, Nangong Yiwei raised his eyes, glanced at the man, slightly nodded.
"How can you be alone?" Jinyu Yan looks at Nangong Yi with some doubts, especially more curious about his appearance under the white yarn.
Nangong Yi put down his tea cup and said in a cool voice, "it's not time for my friends to show up."
"So it is." Jin Yu said with a smile, but with a trace of loss in the words, "I don't know if we can be friends?"
Nangong Yi under the white gauze, hearing her words, raised a smile on her lips, a strange and sarcastic smile.
Although Jin Yu Yan can't see his smile obviously, she can feel that he is smiling. The feeling of that smile makes her feel uncomfortable.
"What are you laughing at?" Jin Yu's slender eyebrows twisted and said with a trace of anger.
"Does the girl say that to every stranger?" Nangong Yi's voice is cool and indifferent. He picks up the teacup and looks down at it.
"What do you mean?" Jin Yu's voice was sharp and angry.
"Pa…" The sound of China breaking.
Jinyu's face was stiff, and her hand holding the teacup was suddenly shocked. The crisp cracking sound came from her hand, and her hand was in hot pain at the moment.
"I don't know what that means. Are you satisfied?" Nangong Yisheng is warm and pure, but it is cold and indifferent.
With the rhythm of white clothes, he left lightly.
At that moment, the teacup in Jinyu's hand suddenly collapsed, and the residue continued to slide. Three tiny cracks appeared in her hand. The wound had been for a long time, but the blood began to overflow after he left.Jin Yu Yan looks at Nangong Yi's back and his eyes are stiff for a moment.
A man who is so warm and pure is very abrupt in his decision, as if there is any hatred between them.
Have they met? Is there any gap?
Obviously they didn't, but where did his attitude come from?
Is it consistent?
Jinyu sneers. She wants him to do things for her, but she gets the bloody lesson. But when will she be taught by others? This account should be recorded first.
In the crowd, a pair of evil eyes have been smiling, looking at two people, posture lazy wanton, but in nanmiyi left with.
After Liao Zongtian received all the people, all the people gathered around the challenge arena except for the thundergate.
In the inn not far from the challenge arena, nangongyi's figure appeared and went straight to the hall on the second floor.
In the hall, only a woman in black dress and black gauze was sitting in front of the window, and that position was just right to see clearly around the challenge arena.
"All the people who should have come are here, a lot of them." Nangong Yi sits opposite the woman, warming the cool road.
The woman smelled the speech and drooped her eyes, but she didn't answer. The cool air around her became sharper with his words.
"What are you going to do?" Nangong Yi picks up the tea cup on the table and looks at it in a rotating way, but his eyes are full of solemn meditation.
The woman sneered and snorted, as if the voice of sandpaper friction was hoarse: "a nest of end!"
Nangong Yi smiles, "do you still use it?"
"Think about it and do a good deed for the dog." The woman's lips swept open a bloody and enchanting smile.
The woman glanced around the challenge arena, but her eyes were on a man in a white robe.
A moment later, she took back her eyes blandly, but the bottom of her eyes was no longer calm.
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