The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

"A bowl of meat...or...half a bowl?"

Bai Zhizhi watched the old man jumping up and down anxiously on the third ring, his eyes were slightly fixed, and he threw the meat bowl up steadily.

She seemed to be understating the fourth round, but Bai Zhizhi knew very well that her bones were struggling to bear the heavy pressure all the time.

Why is this little old man
The old man ate the meat bowl as soon as he held it. Although his gestures were a little rough, his gestures were all freehand, which seemed very understatement?
Bai Zhizhi pursed her lips and didn't pay any more attention, turned around and opened the protective barrier, ready to sleep.Because he was challenged before, the protective barrier in the arena will be extended by an hour today.

As soon as Bai Zhizhi woke up to Hei Tian, ​​he just wanted to open his eyes when he noticed a few beams of creepy malice. These people were extremely malicious.

Bai Zhizhi calmly drew the direction of malice in her heart, it was the first and second rings, and the fifth and sixth rings under her, these people surrounded her...

What's the use of being surrounded, and can't get up?
"Om-"

There was a disturbing string sound, Yin Gong?

Bai Zhizhi knew what was going on here, and she couldn't get better, so she simply stood up and looked around one by one.

The black robe of the fifth ring was gone, replaced by a slender one-eyed male cultivator. The male cultivator was hunched over, his arms were almost longer than his knees, and he looked very weird.

Seeing Bai Zhizhi look over, the one-eyed man waved the iron three-stringed qin in his hand, and with his interlaced fangs covered with shredded raw meat, he smiled strangely at Bai Zhizhi.

"What are you laughing at? If you don't pay attention to hygiene, you deserve your bad breath!"

Bai Zhizhi's unexpected words made the strange atmosphere deliberately created by the man burst out, and even made the little old man in the third ring laugh out loud.

On the sixth ring is a beautiful girl holding a lyre, but this girl looks even weirder, she is such a young girl, she just dressed up her delicate face like a corpse crawling from the grave, It's so scary.

Standing on the first and second rings were two big men with weird expressions. The two men were tall and strong, with dark and shiny skin, bald on the head and face, without a single hair. They stood there blankly, like two men. A black pillar made of iron.

The expression looks dumbfounded, and the corners of the mouth are still drooling, what the hell is this.

Bai Zhizhi looked down at the two people below again, and suddenly bared her teeth.

"It's you!"

I saw Bai Zhizhi swung the big sword in his hand, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, and he had already jumped onto the sixth ring.

"Uh! Wait for me, old man!"

The old man jumped down from the third ring and landed firmly on the fifth ring. The long-armed man frowned. Why is this dead old man joining in the fun?Those masters said they would not let this old guy move.

Now that the old man jumped up on his own initiative, no one can blame him, right?In this life-and-death fight, life and death must be divided, so it shouldn't be him who dies...

This was the last killing thought of the long-armed man in this life, and the iron string piano fell to the ground with a "boom!"Before the ear-piercing lingering sound dissipated, the man had already fallen to the ground clutching his throat, his face was so distorted that it was hard to recognize the original, and blood gushed out from between his fingers pressing the wound.

"Chunniang, help me...help me take care of Qiuniang!"

Ordinarily, it is difficult for a person whose neck is almost broken to be unable to speak, but these words are so clear and loud.

On the woman opposite Bai Zhizhi, a look of extreme pain flashed across her face, and then ferocity appeared again.

"Qiu Niang, Qiu Niang! You will still miss her until you die, and when I go back, I will send her and that bastard to see you, and let the three of you reunite in the underworld~ Hehehehe——"

"You! You poisonous woman—count me... Please..."

The man's voice stopped abruptly, and he couldn't close that one eye full of regret until he died.

【Ah——Qiu Niang is still waiting for me to go back, she clearly agreed...】

The little old man didn't care about that, he kicked the dead body aside in disgust, and then thought of the bowl of shiny chicken again, smacked his lips, and carefully put the body by his hand.

The woman who was fighting with Bai Zhizhi had a pale and pale face, hatred, pain, anger... all kinds of extreme expressions were ferocious, and tears gushed out like a stream.

"Die! Die! Go to death! Go to death!"

The woman's index finger fluttered the lyre and whimpered, which was actually a bit pleasant.

As soon as the sound of the zither sounded, a chubby figure jumped down in a slant.

"Oh, what the hell is this!"

The big man who hit the iron pillar smashed on the ring of the fifth ring with a "Tong——".

Forcibly trampled on the male corpse's skull, the black, red, and white ones carried an indescribable stench, and sprayed the little old man's head and body with a "poof--".

The green robe was probably a very good magic weapon, after the blood was sprayed on it, it slid down in a staggered way, but it couldn't finish sliding, and it got stuck halfway.

That's a disgusting...

The little old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Good job, you bastard! Let your grandfather send you off!"

The big man on the opposite side didn't care about the old man's yelling: "Two black palms the size of palm-leaf fans, each holding a swarthy ghost-killing stick, dancing like a gust of evil wind."

"Clang! Clang! Clang—"

In just a few short breaths, the golden sound of tinkling was almost endless, and this black iron pillar really seemed to be made of iron pillars.

The woman shook the lyre in her hand and slammed it down at Bai Zhizhi.

"You dwarf, come to your aunt to sacrifice the piano!"

Bai Zhizhi retaliated fiercely with the huge sword in his hand, and with each swing, the gorgeous and simple lyre became a string.

"Pfft—" The natal magic weapon was seriously damaged, and the woman sprayed out a mouthful of blood.A beautiful face that was extremely pale, mixed with blood and tears, looked extremely embarrassed and pitiful.

Bai Zhizhi didn't even look at it, and kept waving the huge sword in his hand.

That woman is very strong and has rich combat experience. At first, Bai Zhizhi had a hard time coping with it.

But the woman was in a state of extreme madness at this time. Although the attack was more fierce and fierce, it was chaotic after all.

In Bai Zhizhi's view, taking advantage of her illness to kill her is a traditional virtue that saves time, effort and life.

Drinking blood continuously made old Shi Jian extremely excited, and the whole sword became several years younger.

"Qiang Langlang——" The woman didn't pay attention, the iron stringed piano in her hand had already been lifted high by the old stone sword, and the semicircular piano stand flew far away with a thin arm.

The woman was half kneeling on the ground, her whole body was stained with blood, when Bai Zhizhi retracted her sword just now, she slammed it down, let alone fighting again, even moving was an extravagant request for the woman.

Staring at Bai Zhizhi viciously, the woman panted heavily, with a face full of unwillingness and ferocity, she gritted her teeth and said to Bai Zhizhi with a sly smile: "Your time to die has arrived!"