Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 317 You finally showed up
"Here, who wins?" Looking at the ruined arena, Jiang Han couldn't help but wonder.

No one spoke, because they couldn't calm down the excitement they had just seen when they saw the shocking confrontation.

"Let's, who wins?" Ying Miaomiao suppressed the surging blood in her body, and looked at Yan Wuhen who was opposite.

Yan Wuhen laughed wildly three times suddenly, "It doesn't matter who wins or not, now you and I are both seriously injured, and we can't make it to the end, so it's better to make room for others to watch the exciting duel that follows. "

"That's right, Yan Wuhen, I can't see that after so many years, your arrogant and unrestrained temperament hasn't changed at all. Okay, let's go down to heal your wounds first, and then go to the theater."

After saying that, Ying Miaomiao left in a flash, and Yan Wuhen's figure also disappeared from the range of the ring in the next moment.

Everyone was shocked by the two people's words, and also frightened by their behavior of leaving as soon as they said, this, this...

"The two seniors are right. They are no longer able to fight against the next master, so let's ask the Funo royal family to send someone to guard the pass." After Jiang Han finished speaking, he glanced at Xuan Luo proudly, his eyes clearly Tell her: I did it on purpose.

Fuyelan has always kept his hand hidden, but this time he wants to see if those old men from the Funo royal family are dead or not.

Everyone thought that they would be able to see Fu Yelan on the stage in person, if not him, at least he would be one of the top experts in the Kingdom of Jin, but they never thought that in their expectant eyes, Fu Yelan's words brought everyone's excitement to the bottom.

He said: "I, the Kingdom of Jin, gave up competing for Foguang Porcelain."

boom--

The scene exploded as if struck by lightning, while Jun Chen and Xuan Luo looked at each other with doubts and incomprehension in their eyes.

Fu Yelan gave up competing for Foguang Porcelain?impossible.

He is not without ambition, if he gave up under such circumstances, he must have other plans.

So what is his plan?

Xuan Luo took a deep look at Feng Yelan, and found that he didn't look back at him, but just looked at the pool of water disturbed by him calmly, his back was as light as a breeze and as heavy as black iron.

"Since the Kingdom of Jin has decided to give up the qualification to compete for Foguang Porcelain, then Lord Jiang, shouldn't you announce the next round of gatekeepers?" Xuan Luo said coldly, with complicated eyes.

Feng Yelan slowly sat back in his seat, with a half-smile on his handsome face, as if everything was in his calculations.

"Then the next gatekeeper is the Spirit Race, please come forward with the strong Spirit Race."

As soon as he said the word "Lingzu", everyone's expressions changed. If the Lingzu wanted to obtain Buddha Guangci, then the ones they would send must be the best of the best. It's not that the eight masters on the mainland can casually defeated.

Thinking about it, the boiling feeling in everyone's hearts became stronger and stronger.

"Feng Lao, you go." Jun Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he lightly ordered the gray-clothed old man behind him, who was the one who stopped Xuan Luo yesterday, no, it should be the one who wanted to kill Xuan Luo .

Feng Lao nodded, but he didn't see how he moved, and he had already appeared on the ruins of the previous ring.

"Please enlighten me."

Looking at the familiar figure, Xuan Luo felt a little uneasy. The person he killed with the Feng Ling Sword should be this Feng Lao's brother. The eyes and movements of the two are too similar, but the spirit clan's Why do people kill themselves?

"Palace Master, shall we go up?" Lie Yan asked softly when no one dared to go up to the stage to fight against the people from the Spirit Race.

Xuan Luo glanced at the fiery red dumpling beside him, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Brother, go meet that old man named Feng."

Xuan Ling was startled, and quickly shook his head. "Not to go, not to die."

"Why? Are you afraid of that old man, brother?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, I, Xuan Ling, will be afraid of him? It's just that I don't have a handy weapon now, so..." Xuan Ling found an excuse, looked at Xuan Luo suddenly, and made a very embarrassed look , "Junior Sister, you broke Brother's rigid wooden sword, when will you pay Senior Brother a new one? Well, the material for this rigid wooden sword is not difficult to find, but it is a bit expensive and not very good Forge it. Or you can replace it with something else and return it to the senior brother, junior sister."

Shameless, hypocritical.Xuan Luo secretly said.

"Brother, what do you mean, if you have a weapon that is convenient for you, you will go up and teach that old man?" Xuan Luo picked out the "point" in Xuan Ling's words.

"Of course, it's not that there are no weapons. Of course you won't be able to fight, but junior sister, you have so many capable people under your command, you can send any one to clean up that old guy."

The old guy above, Feng Lao, heard that Xuan Luo and Xuan Ling insulted him in this way and that way in public, and said angrily in his heart: You better not fall into my hands, otherwise I will not only avenge my elder brother, And cut off your tongues with my own hands.

Sensing the killing intent from Feng Lao, Xuan Luo smiled faintly, and continued to fool Xuan Ling, "Brother, you are so powerful, if you had the steely wooden sword in your hand, you would definitely beat that old guy to the ground, right? "

"Of course." Xuan Ling, who was lifted up to the sky by his junior sister, didn't notice the slightest danger, only Jun Chen, who was watching this scene over there, curled his mouth in a clear arc.

"Lie Yan, why don't you hurry up and take out my senior brother's rigid wooden sword?"

Xuan Ling was dumbfounded.

"Junior sister, you just... what did you just say?"

"Oh, I found a lot of rigid wood again, and asked the master swordsmith to recast the rigid wooden sword for you, and you have already brought it back. Look, isn't the rigid wooden sword in Lie Yan's hands?"

Xuan Ling really looked back, and saw the exact same thing as his original Gangxin wooden sword, and it fell upside down at Xuan Luo's feet.

Xuan Luo frowned, amused in his heart, and kicked him lightly: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? If you don't get up, you will be a hero in my mouth, and that's all. If the old master knows that you lost His face, what do you think will happen to him?"

Xuan Ling continued to lie in the corpse.

"Nalanyan seems to be over there. If I tell him that you are talking about her breasts behind her back again, do you think she will chase you down?" Xuan Luo said in a cold tone.

Xuan Ling continued to lie in the corpse.

"Ahem, who did you call an old witch earlier? Huh?" These words were extremely threatening.

Xuan Ling didn't lay his body down this time, but he stood up sadly, looked at Xuan Luo sadly, and complained sadly: "Junior Sister, you are getting more and more unlovable, Master will definitely not favor you any more. "

"Ah."

"Junior Sister, don't you think it's too much for you to plot against Senior Brother?"

"Ah."

"Junior sister, do you want senior brother to be tortured to death by that old guy?"

This time Xuan Luo didn't say "hmm", she raised her eyebrows slightly, and reminded: "Brother said before, as long as you have the Gangxin wooden sword in your hand, you won't be afraid of that old guy, now the Gangxin wooden sword is brought to you Now, you'd better keep your promise."

Xuan Ling gritted his teeth, he was really lifting a rock to hit himself in the foot!

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of that old guy. Junior sister, you should remember that if senior brother really slips, you must collect the corpse for senior brother." After finishing speaking, Xuan Ling flew onto the stage with a feeling of death. Of course, when he left, he didn't forget to snatch the rigid heart wooden sword from Lie Yan.

That old guy is a member of the Spirit Race, he must have been tortured to death when he went up, if it was a master, it would be easy to say, but I...
Forget it, who told him to talk big, the master should be watching in the dark, even if he loses, he can't lose face, otherwise what if the master doesn't come out to save him?
I have to say that Xuan Ling really thought too much.

Xuan Luo coughed twice, as if sensing something, she looked towards an attic on her right. After a while, she suddenly smiled and began to watch the battle with a relaxed mind.

After waiting for a long time for Xuan Ling to go up, although that Feng Lao is an expert, he has revenge for killing Xuan Luo's brother, so of course he couldn't wait, so when he saw Xuan Ling coming up, he did not even say a word .

His weapon is a moon sickle.

The moon sickle shone with a strange light, and it kept waving towards Xuan Ling's body, but Xuan Ling's steely wooden sword narrowly avoided it every time, and then started the next round of defense.

"Junior Sister, I can't beat him." Xuan Ling shouted while hiding.

Xuan Luo stroked his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched, senior brother, can you stop being so ashamed?
"Just work hard, call again." She said calmly, expressing her helplessness to Xuan Ling's plea for help.

Seeing that Xuan Ling was still distracted and talking to Xuan Luo, Feng Lao felt ruthless, and shot the moon sickle at Xuan Ling's neck, while his palm was gathering a powerful force. He wanted to give Xuan Ling a fatal blow when he dodged the moon scythe.

Xuan Ling was not Feng Lao's opponent, so naturally he only cared about dodging the deadly scythe in front of him, how could he have thought that his foot was about to step into the next pit?
Xuan Luo noticed Feng Lao's intention with sharp eyes, stood up directly, and flew up on his toes, Jun Chen also stood up, but he just stood there without any movement.

When Xuan Luo was about to enter the range of the ring, a soft gust of wind gently blocked her body, and then an immortal figure appeared in front of her, she looked happy, and obediently retreated.

The person who appeared was Xuan Hong, just when Feng Lao's fatal palm was about to hit Xuan Ling's back, he gently sent his hand forward, and the hands of the two masters stuck together like this, and There was a powerful turbulent current around the bodies of the two of them.

Xuan Ling was dumbfounded, but he only came back to his senses after being dumbfounded for a while, "Master, you are here, Master."

"Xuanhong, you really appeared." Feng Lao looked at the person in front of him coldly, and increased the input of internal energy.

Xuan Hong smiled, his white beard fluttering in the wind, and his whole body carried a sense of immortality, but the little red figure beside him kept chattering: "Master, this old guy just now If you want to kill me, you must not let him go easily."

These words completely angered Feng Lao.

(End of this chapter)