The best waste god

Thinking of this, she could only shake her head and sighed, without saying anything, with tears in her beautiful eyes, Shangguan Xiaowan, who was sitting in the arms of Aunt Shan, walked away.

Nangong Haotian walked up to his body, squatted down slowly, and apologized: "Girl..."

Just as Nangong Haotian opened his mouth, the hot tears in Shangguan Xiaowan's eyes had already rolled down, and she whispered: "Brother Haotian, my little sister is not sincerely deceiving you..."

Nangong Haotian nodded sadly and said, "I know..."

As soon as the words were spoken, an earth-shattering and deafening cheer suddenly erupted in the Xiangyun Temple tens of meters away.

Nangong Haotian was startled, thinking that it was too late, Shangguan Mie might not be able to find him and left first, after thinking about it, he quickly regained his composure and asked with concern: "Girl, how do you feel now?"

Shangguan Xiaowan shook her head in tears and said, "Little sister is not injured, so you don't have to worry about me, but senior sister said that I am the daughter of your bloody enemy..."

Nangong Haotian entered Xiangyun Temple impatiently, and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe this."

But Shangguan Xiaowan said seriously: "She didn't lie to you."

When Nangong Haotian saw Shangguan Xiaowan openly admitting it, he couldn't help being dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say, and smiled wryly in his heart. He seemed to be a bit fucked up today.

Seeing that Nangong Haotian did not speak, Aunt Shan said solemnly: "Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, there is no rush to explain it at this moment."

Nangong Haotian took the opportunity to say: "Yes, Senior Shan is right, we are here to watch the fight, there is no need to talk about those unpleasant things at this time, even if you are the daughter of my bloody enemy, you are not harmful to me meaning."

However, Shangguan Xiaowan asked in amazement: "Are you still in the mood to watch the fight?"

"Oh, my aunt, can you stop having so many questions? If Shangguan Mie's bastard runs away, where can I find him!" Nangong Haotian was so anxious that he almost said that I was Nangong This matter of Haotian came.

However, seeing Shangguan Xiaowan's wink, Nangong Haotianjun couldn't help but blushed, and asked with concern: "Miss, if you feel unwell, then let's go back to the shop and come back in the afternoon or tomorrow."

Shangguan Xiaowan wanted to bring Nangong Haotian back to the inn, and took the opportunity to tell Nangong Haotian all the past, hoping to restore his memory as soon as possible.

Coincidentally, the ideas of the two ran counter to each other again!

Shangguan Xiaowan was about to say something, but Aunt Shan and Liu Qianwen had already said: "If the girl is not in the way, since we have already arrived at Xiangyun Temple, we might as well go in and look at it for a while, so we don't have to waste time in the afternoon and tomorrow. "

When Shangguan Xiaowan heard this, of course she understood what Aunt Shan meant. After thinking about it, she nodded her head and said: "Okay, I'm not in the way, let's go in and have a look." After getting in trouble, he said, "Let's go, but don't look at it for too long."

Nangong Haotian nodded hurriedly.

So, Aunt Shan was still leading the way, Liu Qianwen helped Shangguan Xiaowan, Nangong Haotian picked up the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword on the ground, and the four walked towards the gate of Xiangyun Temple.

At this time, the crowd of heroes crowding outside the mountain gate did not increase, on the contrary, it was less than before, presumably some of them had already squeezed into the temple.

Behind Qunhao who arrived in front of the mountain gate, Aunt Shan was still holding the iron dove stick, and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way, our girls are here to fight."

Strange to say, those heroes from all walks of life who looked inwardly, although the iron sticks fiddled with their eyes, looked back angrily, but when they saw that it was Aunt Shan, they hurriedly moved away.

Before I arrived, I saw two strong men fighting with their bare hands on the high arena in the center of the temple. You came and went, and you almost pulled out a brick from the ground to demonstrate a brick-breaking martial art up.

One is short and fat with a bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Because of his big belly, his upper skirt has already been opened.

Although the fat man has a bulky body and slow movements, his palms, fists and legs are very strong, and every move is very powerful. Compared with the moves that focus on attack power and inner skills.

Although the opponent's strong man is also a master, but because of his scruples, he has never been able to gain the upper hand. If he is cut in the palm by the fat man and stepped on his leg, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

Looking at the two colorful sheds on the left and right of the arena, which were three or four feet apart, they were filled with monks, priests, men and women, and masters of all ages. They must all be masters from various schools and sects who came to compete for the hegemony of the southeast martial arts.

There was a sudden shout on the ring, followed by thunderous applause.

The four of Nangong Haotian hurriedly saw that the burly man was finally kicked off the ring by Fatty.

At this moment, a sixty-year-old man with a disheveled hair suddenly stood up on the colorful shed on the left.

I saw the old beggar walking to the entrance of the shed, facing the short and fat man in the ring, and asking: "My friend, you have won three games in a row. According to the regulations, you can step down and rest, and wait until the friend who has won three games in a row will have a showdown. Of course , if your friend still wants to continue..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man cupped his fists and said humbly, "I would like to step down and rest for a while."

Then he bowed slightly to the surroundings, and flew down the stage.

I saw the abbot of Xiangyun Temple on the right side of the canopy walked to the entrance of the stage, faced the group of heroes in the audience, smiled slightly, and said: "Amitabha, the hero of the free sect in the audience, who intends to compete for the southeast martial arts master, please Come on stage quickly, now there are only two games left, after noon, it will be the masters of all sects in the southeast competing for supremacy."

As soon as the words were finished, amidst the noisy discussion of nearly Wan Yinghao in the audience, a loud shout suddenly sounded, "Come down!"