God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Seeing Ye Que wiping the blood from his mouth and walking down in despair, Yan Junzi's eyes became even more teasing.

"Jin Duande, I hope you can be as sensible as Ye Que. I won't embarrass you when you are in the Eastern Wasteland, understand?"

He warned Jin Duande with deep eyes, and then flew to the competition field, watching Jin Duande come up.

Jin Duande was carrying a 50-meter-long knife, staring at Yan Junzi and grinning: "I'll kill you!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Junzi said in a deep voice: "Learn from Ye Que, and you will not have any trouble if you are sensible. If you dare to touch me and ruin my chance to advance to the top three, you will end badly!"

"You are a flower in a greenhouse, you have never seen blood, you have never seen the scenery of purgatory, you have never encountered intrigues, and you want to threaten me with just a few words! Boy, I will teach you today. To drift in the rivers and lakes, one must know how to be knifed." !"

Jin Duande's step on the ground caused even the Holy King Monument to shake.

He was like a shadow, with a 50-meter-long knife, swiping the ground to bloom with holy power, and slashed straight at Yan Junzi.

Yan Junzi's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out the holy weapon to resist.

But it's futile.

Uncle Jin seems to be foolish and unreliable, but he is also a ruthless person when he starts his hands.

But he stepped on Yan Junzi on the ground, put the knife into his crotch in front of him, and then swung his fists to start the beating mode.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Punch after punch landed on Yan Junzi's body, making the ground tremble.

This scene stunned the audience outside.

"My uncle Jin is so strong!"

"This Yan Junzi is much stronger than Xue Ao, but he was blown away by Jin Duande!"

"We all misunderstood him. Not only is he top-notch in terms of art, but he is also first-class in terms of combat power!"

"Golden Duan De with both civil and military skills!"

A group of people were amazed.

And those inheritance disciples talked a lot.

"Yan Junzi definitely didn't hire an actor! So he was blown away!"

"That's the one who should beat her up. What I said before made me sick!"

boom! Rumble! Rumble!

At the end of Jin Duande's fight, Yan Junzi's head was bleeding and he howled.

At this time, the referee came over.

With sharp eyes, Jin Duande immediately took off his shoes, stuffed the stinky socks that had been castrated for three months into Yan Junzi's mouth, and then kicked them away.

This operation made everyone gasp and feel disgusted.

Smelly sock gagged, disgusting.

"I can smell it from miles away!"

"As expected of me, Uncle Jin! Awesome!"

"Yan Junzi's mentality is probably broken!"

"Hahaha, whatever you eat in the future, you will always think of that taste!"

A group of onlookers burst into laughter.

The referee declared Kim Duan-deok the victory with a dark face.

Jin Duande walked off the battlefield facing everyone's disgusted eyes.

As for Yan Junzi, who was in a state of fainting, suddenly a bad smell came into his nostrils, which made him faint.

It's good to be dizzy, if you're still awake, you're probably going crazy.

"Hmph! Offending my elder brother, you will feel better!"

He glanced at Yan Junzi, thinking that you will feel even more uncomfortable in the next game.

There is also a resurrection game, you just wait and enjoy it.

Next, the Qishen Temple, Yuanmo Tiangong, Rashomon's inheritance disciples, and Ye Que's avatars started the competition.

Each of them played extremely exciting and intense.

Let the spectators outside open their eyes.

The battle of inheriting disciples is really different from the bewitching and **** goods outside.

It's a pity that Ye Que's people were defeated one after another.

For example, Bai Yechen, Qi Wangshu, Di Xiwei and the like all lost.

This was also expected by the spectators, but not expected by the organizers.

Rashomon and other high-level officials looked at this group of people and couldn't believe that these guys actually lost.

Is it a fake match?

"They have the same heart with Ye Que, Ye Que has already lost, and most of them have no intention of winning!"

The palace lord of Yuanmo Tiangong sighed faintly.

"I have to say that Ye Que is really strong in terms of charisma, so many people follow him! I hope he won't be strangled by the curse!"

Thinking of this, the master of the Temple of Artifacts admired Ye Que.

The door owner was even more apologetic, thinking that he was too harsh on Ye Que.

"Forget it, when the competition is over, no matter what the result is, I will try my best to let Ye Que enter Rashomon!"

He thought resolutely in his heart.

The rest of the elders were also influenced by Ye Que's behavior and charisma, and all admired him.

"Man from the Eastern Desolation, be like Ye Que!!"

An elder of the Artifact Temple said sternly.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone applauded.

Ye Que, who was in the ground, pretended to be taking pills to heal his wounds, coughed a little embarrassedly when he heard these words.

The divine spell on him had been absorbed by the Ancient God Realm long ago when he was in the Ancient God Realm, and became the new source of the Ancient God Realm.

Now that the magic spell is revealed, I just want to pretend, play a fake match, and make a deal.

This **** has been praised by others.

Huang Youyao, who was on the side, smiled secretly against Ye Que, feeling quite funny in her heart.

This scene was watched by many people, envious in their hearts.

That Huang Youyao didn't say a word, but her appearance was the pinnacle in the world, even if she was standing there, she was noticed by many people.

At this moment, Di Xiwei walked over and patted Ye Que on the back with a look of concern on her face.

This made more people's eyes red.

These two beauties have the same appearance.

You, Ye Que, have done a lot of trickery and abduction, and you can still get the following of two beauties!

Why!

Comparing people to people, it makes people mad!

"Ahem!"

At this time, Yan Junzi finally woke up with the smell of feet.

After a while, his mentality exploded, and he was covered in blood and wanted to settle accounts with Jin Duande.

Jin Duande punched him with a smile, which made him calm down, and he snorted coldly: "Offend my elder brother, your boy's path will be narrowed!"

Yan Junzi became rational.

With red eyes, he looked at Ye Que and his group, and said coldly, "Okay! Okay! Okay! I, Yan Junzi, remember you all!"

After all, turn around and leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Someone stopped him, he turned his head and said cruelly: "Are you scared? Regret it? But it's too late!"

"Don't BB, give me my socks!"

Jin Duande's words made everyone overwhelmed.

When Yan Junzi heard this, he felt a burst of anger almost exploded in his chest, and his eyes turned red.

At that moment, he couldn't bear it, he endured it again and again, and finally he was the one who could bear it and chose to bear the humiliation.

"Just wait and see!"

He said harsh words.

After the first round of the competition, the contestants rested for three hours, and the competition continued again

Thirty-eight people, fighting in pairs.

Nineteen people advanced to the next round of draws, and nineteen lost.

"Those who advance to the next round will have a day off and will fight again tomorrow. Next, the resurrection match will begin! The nineteen losers will start drawing lots!"

The referee announced.

Ye Que and Yan Junzi drew lots from the referee box at the same time.

"Ye Que, you are not sensible, I will teach you to be a man!"

Yan Junzi took out a lottery number and spoke viciously.

"It's said that your road is narrow, but you still don't believe it! What's your number?"

Ye Que showed his lottery number.

"Thirteen."

"Coincidentally, I'm also thirteen!"

Ye Que chuckled and looked at Yan Junzi with a look of father's love like a landslide.