Eternal Gate

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the third game of the wild card match, two disciples took the stage together.

A white-haired young man, a blood-haired young man.

These two are also sympathetic, there is no nonsense, the battle started on the spot, the swords and swords continued to show off, one is surging and the other is tyrannical, they are equal, and they have not seen a victory or defeat in a short time.

Ok?

Zhao Yun, who was counting money, opened his eyes for a moment and looked at the battlefield.

A white-haired teenager, a blood-haired youth, all hair is abnormal.

In other words, they are all special blood.

The white-haired boy knew that he had seen it during the Tianzong assessment that day.

What he sees at the moment is a blood-haired young man named Jiang Hong, who has seen a good opportunity.

"Jiang Hong's exercises."

Zhao Yun muttered, seeing his eyes squinted slightly, it was because he was familiar with the exercises Jiang Hong had cultivated. In other words, he had seen similar ones and had seen them more than once. This time Jiang Hong should have encountered a strong enemy. Even inadvertently, he was aware of the fact that he should not move.

"Blood-clothed door."

Zhao Yun groaned, 80% sure that the blood-haired youth is a blood-clothed person, even if the other party changes his breath, even if he improves his own practice, he can still catch some clues.

This is also a kind of gift that he has innate...not a gift.

Self-cultivation of martial arts, this perception becomes more accurate, and can recognize many special techniques.

"This is lively."

Zhao Yun sighed in his heart, the Tianzong of the Great Xia Dynasty, there are people from Rashomon, people in blood-clothed people, people from the demon clan, people from the corpse clan, and a Buddhist family whose identity has been revealed. Most of them have their own purposes. Since he also included him, can we not get together like this?

"Jiang Hong hides deep enough!"

"There is such a strong combat power."

Old Chen Xuan was holding the wine jug and was stunned. He hadn't seen it before.

"You haven't seen it, so many?" Zhao Yun said this sentence in his heart. If the identities of Fantasy Dream, Youlan, and Jin Xuanzhong are all shaken out, this old man doesn't know what his expression should be. There are so many talents in the clan, and crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and various spies have decided to make a lot of them. This is what he can see, and the ghost knows how many hostile people are hidden in the secret.

"it is good."

The battle on the stage was fierce, and the earth was howling below.

Since the battle between Ji Hen and Man Teng, these two battles have lasted for more than a hundred rounds. The two special bloodlines have their own reliance, and both have used the chance of resurrection, and this battle has not been left.

After all, Jiang Hong is still the best.

Or maybe it is the bloodline and the bloodline that know each other, and the gray-haired boy has fallen.

At the end of the third game, the fourth and final game kicked off.

Whoosh!

A young man in a silver robe has come on stage, carrying a golden sword.

No ink knife came to power.

Many people looked back again, looking at the ink knife, still like a statue, motionless, his master is still trying to heal his wounds, looking at this state, it seems that he is unable to stand on stage.

"The enchanting disciple who is not weak Yinbing true body, if we are eliminated in this way, that is nonsense."

"That said, luck is also a part of strength, it's a coincidence that his injury rushed."

"On luck, Mo Dao and Tang Hao are too far apart."

There are many discussions, and I regret that I have already abstained from voting. If he fails to take the stage, he will be completely eliminated. The talents who can compete in the top five are afraid that they will end in this game.

"I...Is it delayed?" Lin Xie coughed dryly.

If he abstained in the last game, Mo Dao would be promoted without a fight, and he would not be so embarrassed at this moment.

"Definitely fix the number."

Su Yu, who is not so reliable, said something quite irritating.

"Love whoever, I am out of play anyway."

Sikong Jiannan put his hand in his hand, and said, squinting without thinking.

One hundred and nine disciples, he bumped into this little bald head twice, what a fate!

In terms of strength and status, he is better than Lin Xie. When Lin Xie is promoted, he is completely eliminated. Luck is really a good thing. He is handsome and not fake, but it is useless!

Wu Xuantong is also looking at the ink knife.

The healing should be at a critical moment, and he dare not bother.

"Elder?" The Yinpao disciple whispered. Even if Modao did not come to power, even if he abstained from voting, he could be promoted as he wished, but this old man is obviously delaying time.

Wu Xuantong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just about to speak, he felt that his throat was a bit dry, so he took out the hip flask and took a sip to moisturize his throat.

"Senior Brother Wu, you have the meaning."

The master of the Yinpao disciple said in a deep voice, blatantly delaying time, this is cheating!

The disciples of my family are still waiting for promotion?

Hey!

Wu Xuantong sighed, "Since the ink sword cannot participate in the war, then..."

war!

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Dao opened his eyes, and two ray of light came out of his deep eyes.

"Suppressed."

Zhao Yun took a look, and finally contained that mysterious and terrifying force.

Whoosh!

Mo Dao got up, stepped onto the battle platform, and landed with a bang.

The enchanting disciple's blood is full of blood, just like a knife's domineering aura, it makes the silver-robed disciple's heart tremble, and the evil spirit of the ink knife is scary enough to be sharpened on the battlefield.

"Come."

The silver-robed disciple shouted violently and came with a sword. He had already used the chance of resurrection. If he surrendered, he was eliminated. How many tricks would he have to do? Is the master still watching? For him, the younger sister also struggled to buy time.

Hum!

The ink knife shot, slashing out five zhang blades.

Against the Yinpao disciple, this blow was enough, and he swept out of the battlefield.

"Strong."

Man Teng, who just came back, happened to see this scene and he couldn't stop talking.

"Today, that's it."

Wu Xuantong looked at the sky, it was too early, and he couldn't afford the next round.

Moreover, the state of some disciples, such as Tang Hao and Lin Xie, seemed to be unable to hold up.

Whoosh!

When Wu Xuan talked, she saw a beautiful figure leaving her seat.

It was Chu Wushuang who looked indifferent and cold, with a touch of impatience on her cheeks, which was hard to conceal. In her opinion, Xinzong Dabi is just a small fight. Since coming, she hasn't played a game. It's really boring to advance all the way, and it's a waste of time. It won't work if you don't come.

If so, she would like to say: Let's go together! I picked it alone.

"To be honest, I don't like her look." Sikong Jiannan curled his lips.

"If I had her strength, I would walk like this." Su Yu straightened his collar.

"Inheritance! People have arrogant capital." Zi Yan said, putting a pill into his mouth.

"It's over." The spectators all got up and will come back tomorrow.

In general, today's battle is still very exciting, there are so few games, such as Ji Hen and Man Teng, they played very badly, although the ending is a bit nonsense, but the process is eye-catching!

"Today, are there any special programs."

Su Yu stretched out and got up, his voice was particularly high.

The spectators looked more sideways, looking at Wei Chuan's servant. When he came in earlier, he was aggressive, and he came to Ji Hen to settle the account. At this moment, he looked like a docile little sheep.

Wei Chuan's face was pale, but he wanted to come, not dare!

"I come."

Wei Chuan didn't dare, but the big man jumped onto the battlefield.

The militant master is also a quick-witted person, and can't wait for the name Blast Hammer Jihen.

"There is a play."

Many people's eyes brightened, and they sat back.

Of course, when I went to see Ji Hen, the goods were gone.

"Your grandma's."

Man Teng cursed and chased him out with a mace.

Distressed!

When many elders left, they basically covered their chests. They were all those who played the ball on the stage before. I wanted to ask God, can I kick back that little ball? I regret it.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine.

The drama ended, and the spectators filed on stage.

When night fell, the rice on Zizhu Peak was fragrant, not only Zhao Yun, Mu Qinghan, and Yun Yan, but also two people who were eating rice, um...that is, Fairy Tao and Linglong, sitting there and not eating, just watch Zhao Yun eat. Eating is a blessing! Have enough strength to eat! This product is a good example.

"You won a lot!" Linglong smiled.

When they left the meeting, the elders all came out cursing.

Because of a Ji Hen, the one who lost is called a bloodshed, not the worst, only worse.

"Not bad." Zhao Yun laughed.

"Chu Lan is back, I have to ask her carefully."

Linglong finally brought up the chopsticks and asked Ji Hen, but Ji Hen refused to say that she could only ask the female coach.

This layer of mystery was unraveled too early, but there was no sense of expectation.

"You accepted a good disciple." Tao Fairy smiled and took his chopsticks.

"Senior brothers and sisters give face." The words Yunyan said are knowledgeable and free time. If you don't practice, you can kick the ball and kick it. A talent will be kicked!

Mu Qinghan covered his mouth and snickered. The old guys didn't know how much they regretted.

After the meal, Fairy Tao and Linglong both stayed, and they will run back and forth in a province tomorrow.

The night is quiet.

Zhao Yun meditated cross-legged in the room, trying his best to restore his peak state.

The door opened and Yunyan walked in like a ghost, with a charming fragrance of women. After entering, he first glanced at Zhao Yun, then glanced around, there were many restrictions engraved on the wall.

It's no wonder that I was dazzled that day, it's no wonder that one through the wall hit his head.

The little disciple of her family still passes the side door. Is this anti-thief? Or is it the master of defense?

"It's mainly anti-thief."

"By the way... guard against the master."

If Zhao Yun was asked to say, he would answer like this, Master sleepwalking is not a good habit.

"Jin Xuanzhong...related to the corpse clan?"

Yun Yan sat down, without any opening remarks, and went straight to the topic.

Coming here is for this. Because of the border battle, the corpse clan and the Great Yuan Alliance are enemies of Da Xia. If you catch one, you will destroy the other. You can cut it first and play it later. This is the order of the emperor himself.

"It's 80% possible." Zhao Yun's words were not too full.

In fact, he doesn’t care much about whether Jin Xuanzhong is a member of the corpse clan. It’s mainly because today, Jin Xuanzhong showed some murderous intent. Then he has to think about the future. He has been staring at him, and he may not decide which day. It is destroyed, it is better to start first, so as not to have many dreams at night.

"Have you noticed something?" Yunyan didn't squint, and would not listen to Zhao Yun's words. After all, Jin Xuanzhong's qualifications are there. If you want to kill an elder, you have to have evidence.

"Intuition." Zhao Yun took a deep breath before breaking out.

"Respite early." Yunyan got up, walked two steps, then turned back, kicked Zhao Yun, intuition, I let you intuition, in the middle of the night, are you walking with me?

"My intuition has always been very accurate." Zhao Yun said awe-inspiringly.

When it was over, he was kicked again, and his unlighted force was kicked back again.

After Yunyan left, he sat down with humility.

evidence? Is there any evidence for this? I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Therefore, you have to investigate in secret, anyway, he has reminded, the rest depends on Tianzong.

Indeed, it has to be investigated secretly.

Yun Yan planned in this way. He would look for people from the Information Pavilion. For a long time, he would monitor Jin Xuanzong. Not only Tianzong and Daxia, but also Tianzong disciples, in case Jin Xuanzong is really a corpse clan. , In case someone goes crazy, I don't know how many disciples will suffer.

"What the **** is this..."

After Yunyan left, Zhao Yun took out the purple brick again.

According to his many years of experience, this is by no means an ordinary object. He can't even see through the eyes of the sky. There must be hidden secrets. The hidden treasure must be a treasure. Jin Xuanzhong is staring at him like this, maybe it is for this. A brick, I want to open it forcibly, for fear of hurting the treasure.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

"Tomorrow, who will you face?"

Zhao Yun whispered in his heart, the disciples who were promoted were all elites.

As she had thought before, he was extremely unwilling to face Chu Wushuang until the last level.

"That girl, it's really not easy."

The Moon God stretched out and sat alone on the moon looking at nothingness.

Zhao Yun didn't know that she was awake, or that the Moon God didn't want him to know that the hazy clouds had isolated Zhao Yun's consciousness. As a master, he still wanted the disciple to develop on his own.

As for Chu Wushuang, the gods said that she was a talent, and she must be an individual talent.

There are some things that Zhao Yun can't see through, but Moon God sees clearly, and indeed has arrogant capital.

I just don't know if I can win Zhao Yun.

In the same way, Zhao Yun may not win Chu Wushuang.

The next day, Zhao Yun left the room early.

Meditating cross-legged overnight, full of energy.

Upon entering the eyes, I saw two beautiful shadows in front of the stove, preparing breakfast, one of them was his senior sister, and the other was not Yunyan, but a fantasy, the magic dream of the magic family, and came to cook here.

"Come here, pick vegetables." Mu Qinghan called.

Zhao Yun did not refuse. What he saw was a dream, and most of them brought news of the devil.

Mu Qinghan was also sensible. As soon as Zhao Yun arrived at the stove, she walked away, not making light bulbs.

"I can go to the hall, and I can go to the kitchen. I am so much a daughter-in-law." Huan Meng's eyes flickered, "Senior brother, I will not leave today. At night...talk about your ideals."

"I'd better talk to the devil." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

"If you talk like this, you won't be able to marry a wife in the future." Huan Meng curled her lips.

"I'm afraid you will choke me to death at night."

"Dying under the peony flower, you can be a good ghost!"

"I... like men." Zhao Yun said, with 10,000 critical strikes.

"It seems that you and my holy son are true love." Huan Meng was amused.

"When will he come."

"Still healing, you beat me so badly."

"Regret not killing him."

"I am scouring so much rice, are you finished?" Huan Meng glanced at Zhao Yun.

"I have a big appetite." Zhao Yun said, and poured several kilograms.