Eternal Gate

"Ji Hen won."

Wu Xuantong's words were extremely loud.

He has to shout loudly, otherwise, I'm sorry for someone's pressure.

"Go down and rest."

Zhao Yun was kind, helped Man Teng up, and returned to fighting. We are better brothers.

Man Teng staggered one step at a time, and he could not walk steadily, still tearful and grinning.

When he stepped down, he pulled his pants apart and took a look inside.

Fortunately, the younger brother is still there, and the two round **** are still there.

"I'm going to step... still very measured." Zhao Yun said earnestly.

With this sentence, Man Teng couldn't step on his foot firmly, and planted his head from the stone steps. The old blood from his suffocated mouth finally spurted out, and he did not know whether it was too serious or because of the kidney pain.

"Ouch, my dear."

Su Yu and Sikong Jiannan's talents hurriedly stepped forward to help.

By the way, I also extend my most cordial condolences, and I really want to ask Man Teng: how do you feel.

Zhao Yun clutched his old waist and left.

Fighting with Manteng, it is fake that he was not injured, and his whole body hurts from being hammered.

"If you fight with him, it's better to put the younger brother at home."

Looking at the back of Zhao Yun's departure, all the talents collectively came to such a truth.

Keep it at home, it’s safe to put it at home!

Such as this big guy, I am afraid that there will be shadows throughout his life.

"Using three indiscriminate methods, the victory is not martial."

Zhao Yun had heard too many such words along the way, such as Wei Teng and the proof, but they were not honest. They said it was awe-inspiring, and they were already standing on the moral high ground, accusing Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, only glanced at Wei Teng.

With so many people, it's the happiest of that stuff.

I remember you, I can’t make your stomach hurt next time, I have to make you feel painful.

"Whether it's the next three or not... he won."

The elders took a deep breath, and the facts also proved that the one who came through the back door was not a little girl, nor did he know that the paper tiger would be the most handsome dark horse among the disciples of this new sect.

It's just bitter and pretty.

Such a wicked disciple, it hurts to lose!

Here, Zhao Yun has found a place to sit down, sitting next to Old Chen Xuan.

"You are really good!" Old Chen Xuan glared with a beard.

Zhao Yun coughed up blood, took a bag from his arms and placed it on the gaming table.

The bag! It is used to hold things.

Hmm... can also be used to hold silver and cash.

If he won, he won again, you say you are not angry.

"Win, I will let you win."

Old Chen Xuan was anxious and frustrated. The old black face was called translucent. The flat silver bills were all crumpled into a ball by him. They were thrown into the bag one by one. Every time they were thrown, they would scold him, Lao Zixin. After decades of hard work, you worked one after another until before liberation.

It's easy for the elderly to make some money...

More than his face is dark.

Most of the old guys present were as black as coke.

The banknotes held by Mr. Chen Xuan belonged to them, and now they are all in Ji Hen's pocket.

It turns out that you are running this crowdfunding?

We are those who donate money.

Zhao Yun disagrees, and underestimates people to pay tuition.

"No." Zhao Yun has already taken back the money bag, the banknotes that were crumpled by Chen Xuan, he spread them out one by one. Silver is a good thing, and you can go to the old brand to buy a treasure with a discount. The surprise may be left to the end, I don't know if this old man will admit it.

"Betting."

Old Chen Xuan's teeth squeaked, and the word "push" came out of his teeth. When I looked at Zhao Yun, his face was no longer as simple as his face, and his eyes were about to catch fire.

"Retain me?" Zhao Yun asked casually.

"I don't believe in evil, can you still win?"

"That's hard to say." Zhao Yun just immersed himself in sorting out the bank notes, as long as he didn't bump into Chu Wushuang in the next round, the remaining disciples, what kind of Yin Soldier real body, what kind of Heavenly Spirit body, come here.

"Lin Xie, Mo Dao, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong's words drew the eyes of the spectators from Zhao Yun to the battlefield.

Lin Xie took a deep breath and stood up suddenly.

"What do you mean, you still want to fight?" Sikong Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

"It's a rare battle, I also want to try the power of the ink knife." Lin Xie smiled.

"Okay, it's a man." Everyone gave a thumbs up, this stuff is stiff enough.

"My apprentice... abstained."

Before Lin Xie came to power, he heard an elder speak.

The master of Nai Mo Dao said this for Mo Dao.

Hearing that, too many people looked back, and even Zhao Yun who was counting money subconsciously looked at it. The strength of Mo Dao is obvious to all. It is a properly first-class evildoer. Against the seriously injured Lin Xie, he still abstained.

After seeing it, many people frowned.

It's not to blame for them. The ink knives that were carved just because of this are not in good condition, like a statue sitting there, with a pale and bloodless face, blood is still bleeding from the corners of the mouth, and what is difficult to hide between the eyebrows is the hurt state.

Obviously, he has injuries on his body, and it is a very serious injury.

And his master, who was healing with him at the moment, said that he abstained.

"What kind of power, such a strong backlash."

Zhao Yun whispered, even though he was far away, he could clearly see the state of the ink knife. There was a terrible force running around in his body, and the ink knife couldn't hold it down, let alone fighting. It is to destroy the foundation, and can only abstain, but fortunately, the ink knife still has a chance to resurrect.

What he lacks is time to heal his injuries, and abstaining is also helpless.

"Lin Xie... wins." Wu Xuantong announced the result.

"This... can also be promoted?" Su Yu twitched.

Lin Xie coughed dryly. This was something he hadn't expected, and he happened to bump into the ink knife to heal his injuries.

Really, luck has come...I can't stop it.

Yin Hun's face was not so good.

It doesn't matter if you lose half of the move, the ranking is far from Lin Xie.

"Today, shouldn't we start this round?" Looking at the healing ink knife, Wu Xuantong murmured, and seeing the state of the ink knife, it is difficult to play in the resurrection match, what is lacking is healing time.

After closing his eyes, he continued to shout.

Mu Qinghan then stepped onto the battlefield.

Luck is also part of her strength. She was lucky this time. The opponents weren't too strong. Although she couldn't fight Liu Ruyue, she was still able to get hold of this one and advanced strongly.

Luckily, she is not the only one.

Qing Yao, who came up later, astounded the audience with a Qinglian song and advanced as she wished.

As for Mu Zhaoxue, it was a bit difficult to win, but he made it to the next round.

Youlan did not show the mountains or dew water, and defeated a disciple with good strength.

In the next few games, there was no situation where the two powers met. Like the Buddha's Prajna, Yinbing Zhenti Hanxue, and Liu Ruyue, they were all powerful enchanting disciples, and they were all promoted without suspense.

At this point, the first half of the third round came to an end.

Thirty-five people participated in the war, 18 were promoted, and the remaining 17 people will participate in the resurrection match. Many of them have used the resurrection opportunity. Throwing those people away, only eight disciples remain on stage.

It is worth mentioning that Man Teng's walking posture is a bit strange.

There was a heavy blow to a certain part, and it was still painful and teary.

"Boy, you wait for me."

When passing by Zhao Yun, Man Teng's big face was extremely dark.

When I fight, if I meet again, I will kick your little brother.

Zhao Yun just immersed himself in counting the money, and when he met again, he kicked you and kicked you.

Seven people came to the stage, but the ink knife was missing.

Wu Xuantong took a sip of wine and looked at where the ink knife was.

"Senior brother will do it for him."

The ink knife master replied, and he continued to heal the ink knife.

At the final stage, the ink knife is really not suitable to move.

"It's easy to say." Wu Xuantong smiled.

There is no need for him to draw, just leave a sign and put it at the end.

Mo Dao is quite strong, he should get a good ranking, he opened this back door.

Mo Dao had good luck and was ranked last.

In other words, there will be a lot of time for healing.

"Come."

With a howl of wolf, Man Teng didn't step down at all. It was him in the first game.

Look at his opponent. He is a disciple in white. He is a little bit counseled, and he can't be said to be counseled. The main reason is that he is a bit grumpy at the moment. The so-called grumpy, it should be... I really want to find someone to seduce him. I was kicked. Brother, holding back his anger, I also want to find a little brother to kick him.

"I... don't fight anymore."

The disciple in white said, turning his head and going to step down, but he didn't want to be that puff.

Man Teng quit, caught up in two steps, and was dragged back by someone again, beating someone for what he said.

"Fuck off."

Wu Xuantong intervened strongly, like carrying a chicken and threw it out of the venue from the battlefield to Man Teng. The main reason was that he also had fire in his heart. Because of this big man, he lost hundreds of thousands of taels.

The second scene was quite plain.

They are two female disciples, one in purple and the other in Tsing Yi.

These two have female disciples, they are subtle enough, especially the purple-clothed female disciple, who has basically made no moves since she came to the stage, running around the stage, and the woman in Tsing Yi chasing after the stage.

"Understanding." Old Chen Xuan stroked his beard.

The purple-clothed female disciple is the younger sister of Mo Dao, so she only runs and does not fight. It is nothing more than buying time for the senior brother to heal his injuries as soon as possible, and make sure to catch up with the last game, otherwise he will be eliminated.

The female disciple in purple clothes has a mission, and the female disciple in Tsing Yi also has a mission.

Just because, in the fourth match against Mo Dao, it was her senior.

One delays time, one fights for time, this is the situation.

"If you are fighting a female disciple, you still can't fall." Old Chen Xuan glanced at Zhao Yun.

"It depends on who it is." Zhao Yun started.

Qingyao and Zhaoxue must be embarrassed to fall.

If it were Chu Wushuang and Prajna! Then you have to fall to death.

They... resist falling.

"If it's a female disciple, would you also kick someone down?" Old Chen Xuan's eyes were still slanted.

"I still want a little face." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

If you dare to kick the female disciple, Yun Yan will beat him to death.

So, we still have to look at the opponent, the male men can not miss the kick, the female disciple...

Old Chen Xuan finally closed his eyes.

To be honest, he didn't believe it, this one named Ji Hen had too many tricks.

Maybe, when confronting the female disciple, this guy will carry a stick.

"Are you still running?"

There was a rant from the female disciple in Tsing Yi, but she finally caught the female disciple in purple clothes. Not much nonsense. The fight started on the spot, and the female disciple in purple clothes was caught off guard and was defeated.

"Master, I tried my best."

The purple-clothed female disciple gave a dry cough, quite embarrassed.

The master didn't reply, but concentrated on healing the ink knife.