The alien devil is in the city

Pei Xiaomin blinked excitedly, and didn't know what she was thinking at this time. She finally sorted out her thinking and said, "King Fan, can we be as arrogant as you for a while?"

Fang Fan waved his hand and said, "No." If this is arrogant, can this selection be held happily?

After hearing Fang Fan say this, Pei Xiaomin's excited eyes dimmed again, and he muttered: "Only officers and soldiers are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lamps. He is a tyrant."

Fang Fan heard it secretly, and then his face turned dark. What does this have to do with the tyrant? I am not the emperor.

Feng Wujian and Ye Wuming smiled and said nothing.

Time flies quickly. When the first round is about to end, it is finally Feng Wujian's turn. Feng Wujian walked towards the ring with a cool look. His opponent was a beautiful woman, and the beauty belonged to the demon clan. He was holding a long whip in his hand and looked at Feng Wujian coldly.

"Don't do casual actions, they are ineffective for me. Your human race is too weak and I don't like it." It's direct and straightforward, which made Feng Wujian's face full of dark lines. When did I say such things?

This is a bit unfair. I just walked over casually, with a little casual pace. Don't think that's OK.

"Why, I'm so impressed and dare not speak anymore? What a courageous man, no wonder I don't like it." The beautiful woman said disdainfully.

"The one who hits you is Yao Yan of the demon clan. Remember, so that you won't know who will beat you." Yao Yan whipped her with a whip.

Feng Wujian's face, which had already darkened, was even darker at this time. He waved his hand and a sword light flew out, and then Yao Yan did not dare to move at all.

Her eyes were full of horror. She didn't know how this sword came to her, which means that the person in front of her was much stronger than her. How could this human race have such a strong person?

I am at the peak of the third level of fusion, so this human race seems to be only one level of fusion. Now, if you think about it carefully, this human race is definitely not the first level of fusion, and it has definitely not surpassed the peak of the third level of fusion, otherwise it would be so easy to defeat myself.

I am a demon clan and my combat power is 4th level of fusion.

"I lost." Yao Yan said, holding back the cold sweat on her head.

As soon as the sound fell, the sword disappeared, and Yao Yan let out a long sigh.

The referee glanced at the two and said, "The human race Feng Wujiansheng."

Suddenly, the person looked at Feng Wujian in surprise.

Just when Feng Wujian wanted to leave the arena, Yao Yan shouted: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Feng Wujian frowned and said unhappy.

"Young Master Jian, don't be angry. Just look at your handsomeness. I have already made my little heart so handsome that it sounds like a slight sensation.

It's no longer possible, oh, it's so handsome." Yao Yan said, covering her chest.

This operation immediately blinded countless people. This is OK? The woman from the demon clan is too direct. I like it, but she doesn't like me.

It’s sad. The countless male monks below were so sad that they wanted to cry.

After hearing this, Feng Wujian's face was covered in darkness. He turned around and wanted to leave, but Yao Yan called out again and said, "Wait a minute, can Mr. Jian exchange communication beads?"

"Exchange, exchange, support exchange." As soon as these words came out, one was kissing and one kissing.

"There is no communication bead." Feng Wujian quickly walked off the ring after saying that. At this moment, he no longer wanted to stay in the ring, for fear that if he stayed there, he would be gone. The witch was too fierce.

Seeing Feng Wujian hurriedly walked off the ring, Yao Yan smiled happily, "Boy, you are my man, you can't run out of my palm."

After saying that, he happily walked off the ring.

At the beginning of the second round, Ye Wuming was still the first. This time, he faced a fat man, holding two sledgehammers in his hand, and said with a simple smile: "Li Clan Dali, please give me advice."

Ye Wuming clasped his fists and said, "Human race..." As soon as he said two words, he saw two sledgehammers hit him. This is what it is? It's too dark.

Ye Wuming didn't think about it more, but stabbed it out with a sword, and then the sword stabbed the sledgehammer. The sledgehammer seemed very solid, but he knew that it turned into powder under Ye Wuming's sword.

Dali didn't expect that the sword energy did not disappear and stabbed directly at himself. Dali wanted to hide in horror, but couldn't dodge it. Then a fat man of hundreds of pounds quickly flew into the sky and then smashed it down fiercely.

Fortunately, Dali had a thick skin and was not dead. He climbed up in difficulty, then looked at Ye Wuming in horror and said, "I admit defeat."

The referee shook his head and said, "Human race, Ye Wuming Scenic Spot."

Ye Wuming smiled and walked off the ring, and also taught him a lesson. He should be careful and be vigilant no matter who he met, otherwise he would die ugly.

The next arena is dull, and the day passed quickly. During this period, Ye Wuming and Tuoba Shi met. Ye Wuming pretended to fight for a long time before defeating Tuoba Shi.

Under Tuoba Shi's resentful eyes, Ye Wuming dragged his tired body out of the arena.

Damn, I didn’t expect to be even more tired when I pretended to be weak, and I wouldn’t do it anymore if I beat myself to death.

When it was Fang Fan's turn, Fang Fan had not encountered the Blood Crazy Sword and Wang Long. They were all small shrimps, and they all won instantly.

In this way, everyone led by Fang Fan on the human race achieved a record of complete victory, and Zhou Potian lost half of the time today, and he lost half of the time. Fortunately, he escaped death when he lost, otherwise he would really die.

Nanming Qingxue only lost one game, and her combat power became stronger and stronger, and her realm was well consolidated.

Looking at the progress of Qingxue in Nanming, Zhou Potian felt a little strange, so he asked: "Qingxue, why are you getting stronger and stronger now?"

Nan Ming Qingxue turned around and looked at him coldly and said, "You have lost the heart of a strong man, go back by yourself. I will go back to the restaurant alone. Thank you for sending me here."

The indescribable refusal made Zhou Potian feel bad in an instant.

Seeing Nan Ming Qingxue's back, his eyes gradually became cold. Now he wanted to go over and swallow Nan Ming Qingxue's qualifications, but his strength did not allow it. He wanted to develop a good relationship with her, so he swallowed her while she was not paying attention.

But now I have no chance. Now I regret that I only knew how to enjoy myself but didn’t know how to swallow the green snow in the Southern Ming Dynasty.

I regretted it so much that I thought of this hand tightly and said coldly: "Nan Ming Qingxue, you can't run out of my palm."

After saying that, he disappeared. Just as he disappeared, Fang Fan appeared and murmured: "I didn't expect that this demon clone of the Demon I was by my side for so long, I didn't notice it. Alas, now his strength is declining.

Now I can't kill him. I'll kill him after the selection competition of Yinghuo Academy is over, or kill him in the ring."

After saying that, he disappeared again. Not long after Fang Fan disappeared, a black shadow appeared. He looked at the direction where Fang Fan left and said coldly: "I didn't expect that my other body of the Demon Strike also came here. Haha, the old Demon Fan wants to kill my clone, so let's wait for us to work inside and outside to kill you."

After saying that, he disappeared with the wind.

The next day, before dawn, many people ran outside the ring and waited, chatting, and talking about the wonderful performances of yesterday.

Fang Fan and Ye Wuming and the other two also arrived at the ring early and waited. Ye Gucheng glanced at them, smiled, and then continued to close his eyes and rest.

After all, Nanming Qingxue arrived early, so she walked towards Ye Wuming and said, "Thank you."

"Don't be polite, they are all friends." Ye Wuming said without caring.

Pei Xiaomin and Feng Wujian didn't say anything but looked at the ring, not knowing what they were thinking, while Fang Fan was looking at the powerful man in the Northern Region.

Seeing that these Northern Region powerhouses have surpassed the fusion, they are not necessarily opponents now, and there is still a gap, Fang Fan feels that he has a lot of motivation to practice.

Zhou Potian came over relatively late. As soon as he came, he looked at Nan Ming Qingxue with a smile and said, "Qingxue, it's so early."

"It's so early, there's no need to say if you apologize. Have a good match. See you at Yinghuo Academy." Nan Ming Qingxue said directly without thinking about nonsense.

"good."