However, he was impatient to do these things and asked someone wearing a mask named Wang Tianfu to take care of it.

Some people say that it was Wang Yiwu.

However, Wang Yiwu and Lao Quan didn't recognize him, only knew that he was a very powerful general in Qi State... it was too far away.

"Hey~hey, Mr. Chen won."

He couldn't understand the battle, but only knew that the people of Song won, and he was very happy.

"Oh!" There was a man next to him who looked very conscious and slapped his thighs: "Song State is finished now."

"What do you mean?" someone asked immediately.

The person who came over had a slightly dark skin and white teeth. There was a flaming tattoo on his forehead. He was wearing a rather strange dress, as if he was a sacrificial robe. I don’t know where it was, and he didn’t match any sect in Lao Quan’s memory.

But it's not conspicuous here.

There were so many strange costumes on the Guanhetai platform, where did he go?

The person who patted his thighs explained: "The one who lost is Zhenhe Zhenjun's sister. Zhenhe Zhenjun is the referee of this conference and has one hand covered the sky. The contestants of Song State beat his sister so badly. Can he give Song State good fruits?"

"Jiang Zhenjun is not such a person." Lao Quan subconsciously retorted: "The competition on the ring is arbitrary and you will be proud of your victory or loss. Jiang Zhenjun will benefit the world, how could he be so stingy?"

"What do you know!" The man glanced at Lao Quan and said disdainfully: "Another poor man who was sold and helped people count money. What are these noble and powerful people doing with purpose? Do you really think they are good to you? They will also benefit the world... I'll make me laugh to death. Just wait and see, Song State will soon be given this lesson."

Lao Quan is not a person who can argue with others, so he shuts up after being refuted.

But the one with a flame tattoo on his forehead smiled and greeted him: "Brother, I know so much. I have always felt that that person is not simple, everyone is blinded by appearance... I wonder if there is any evil thing he did to share?"

"I can only say that you can't get up early without profit." The person who patted his thighs pinched his beard again: "Many things can only be understood, not expressed in words. I don't want to be set up as a model - looking at those aquariums? Now they are all surnamed Jiang. If you dare to say a bad word, you can fight you desperately."

The man with flame tattoo looked around and agreed.

"Let's find a place to sit down and chat." He bowed: "I have long been unable to stand the pretentious style of the present world! I am just trying to make friends with such a singular person as my brother."

When Lao Quan saw them leaving with his arms around, he curled his lips. He accused others of being very knowledgeable and doing things in every way. He had seen many such people in brothels.

At this time, he found that Ni'er and the old yellow dog were a little depressed.

I can't help but worry, could it be that I had heatstroke?

Although the Changhe Aquarius deliberately cast spells to drive away the heat and the area within the Guanhetai is not so hot, but Ni'er and Dahuang are all prone to illness...

"Ni'er, Ni'er, Ni'er, drink some water."

"Rhubarb, rhubarb, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Quan was so anxious that he shouted this and that.

Both of them were shocked.

Oh my ancestor, don’t call people back!

In desperation, the old yellow dog rubbed his head against his hand, looking obedient, gentle and sticky to his master.

Lao Quan was flattered and rubbed happily twice, and the old yellow dog started to hum in a groan.

Ni'er was not stunned for a moment. She held the bamboo tube in her little hand and drank water in a gurgling manner.

Too scary...

Why did the Supreme God Lord of Fulu World also come to the scene?

Although the combat power in this world is suppressed, it is not something that ordinary masters can touch.

In order to ensure the order of this Yellow River meeting, how many people surnamed Jiang have shaken? There are already a bunch of people on the surface, and there are still many people in the secret.

Lao Quanhun didn't know something thrilling was happening, but he just tried Ni'er's forehead temperature. He found that it was not hot, so he put down his worries. He looked forward inadvertently and found that the competition had changed in the spiritual mirror sky curtain.

The one standing on the court now was a young man with a plain appearance and a little yellow-skinned complexion. He was still carrying the stick-shaped sword wrapped in cloth strips on his back, and he had just changed his body into neat martial arts uniforms, and immediately showed an extraordinary temperament-

His body is so good that even the end of his hair seems to have been disciplined by integrity.

Standing there with his head held high, he was bowing and saying... "Take it."

What fell in front of him was Duan Qifeng, the personal disciple of Fan Wushu, of Liguo.

There are no unknown people who can reach Guanhetai. They are also the most famous geniuses in their respective countries or sects. However, when geniuses geniuses, only one of them can continue to move forward.

Jiang Anan, the pearl of the star and moon, lost to Song Guochen Yanxun, who was born in a flash. Although it was a bit regretful, but who stopped here...who doesn't regret it?

The chanting sound of the bird of Zhijian pierced the sky: "The winner of this game is Xingyueyuan... Chu Yao!"

Lao Quan was shocked for a long time, and was shocked again!

The young man who broke into the Sanfen Xiangqi Building in Shangqiu last year turned out to be a disciple of the Heavenly Lord of Baocai!

He subconsciously clenched the dog hair in his hand, clenched the wild yellow eyes. He then let go of it in a panic and kept stroking: "It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt..."

The old yellow dog grinned his teeth and finally endured it.

...

Fan Wushu inserted the folding fan that witnessed the "Phoenix Nine Class" on his waist, and hugged the boy in his arms helplessly.

Duan Qifeng, who lost the game, cried loudly. He had used all his strength, exerting the exquisiteness of Taoism, but his opponent was too stable and too dense, and his attack was like mercury, which made him unable to breathe out in one breath, and finally he was held back into blood.

Being defeated head-on in the field of Taoism will have a huge blow to him. This genius from the paranormal veins of the Liguo royal family was just a sixteen-year-old boy.

"It's okay, it's okay." Fan Wushu has no experience in raising children, but he feels that it should be similar to coaxing Zhongliyan: "You didn't lose. It's because the inheritance of Liguo is not as good as the inheritance of Zhenhe Zhenjun. You are younger than him. In addition, you're careless just now and are not familiar with the venue..."

Duan Qifeng cried even more sadly: "I came to touch the venue yesterday-"

Fan Wuzhu was angry and funny. He was about to make a few more random words when he heard a more tragic cry.

He looked up—

I saw a middle-aged woman dressed in neat clothes rushing to the stage, hugging the winning boy, and crying loudly.

I cried heartbrokenly, cried so hard that I felt aggrieved, and cried... I felt a little awkward.

The boy who won the battle was squatting on the ground, feeling helpless. He just used his Taoist technique to use extremely precise hands, clumsyly stroking the woman's hair.

He won, but seemed to have done something wrong, just kept saying: "Mom, I was not injured... I didn't hurt... I didn't feel tired... I didn't suffer..."
Chapter completed!