Man Huang Feng Bao

When the door master Tuo Xiong went, the people of Xuan Dingmen also had no intention to stay, and the gray-faced faces dispersed. The people of Wuyimen were also boring and left under the leadership of the elders.

The night was quickly shrouded.

The lights of the camps of Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen were so bright that no more than two days of lively clouds were over, and the camp of Yunwu Zong was a deserted past and the lights were red.

Today, it is the happiest day since the big contest, and the people are happy.

Yesterday, Yunzi Zong lost two games, which made people sad and depressed. Today is a three-game win-win, or three hard battles. Even the disciples of the grandiose are defeated. How can they not be excited or excited? ?

The cloud sect that has been suppressed for many years has finally been proud!

And all of this, all because of one person, the master brother Ye Chuan.

Before the big contest, there was no one in the Zongmen. No one was optimistic about this big match. Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen solemnly acted, and even came to visit the door. They had high hopes for this big contest. Only the Yunzi Zong pushed and pushed, no elders were willing to follow suit, and only sent a guardianship to the area. . Who can think of it, the first two lost Yunwu Zong, suddenly suddenly reversed the situation and even won three games to the top?

The fat people Zhao Dazhi and Zhu Sijia and others were excited, and they celebrated overnight. The Yunzi sects who came to watch it came to the camp to congratulate. Many people even came from the misty Zongshanmen to hear the news and personally went to Yechuan. The brothers congratulate.

Wu Biao of the big contest has already played five games, and Ye Chuan has not played in person. However, this did not affect people's respect for him. As long as you can lead the team to win the big champion, you can press the Xuan Ding door and the Wuyi door, and the other ones!

This night, the Yunwu Zong camp was full of nights, and many of the cloud sects lived in the night and looked forward to a more exciting battle.

Tomorrow is the last day of Vaby, and it is also a crucial day. Yunwu Zong is to continue to maintain the number one position, to capture the Wu Zhuangyuan in an unprecedented way, or to be crushed by the madness of Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen? What kind of masters will these two sects send?

Everyone is expecting, a battle that has no suspense, and suddenly suspense.

Ye Chuan quietly sat cross-legged in the tent, did not participate in the carnival of fat people and others.

Today's winning streak, this is in his expectation and control, the first two contests deliberately refused to let Nantian play, just for today's strong counterattack. Nantiandu talent is known as the ancestral celestial genius, the power of Haotianjian plus two surprisingly successful runes, there are no surprises in winning three games, if it is not normal.

Win three games today, tomorrow?

Ye Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground and silently calculated. The big contest has not yet ended. When he has not yet reached the conclusion of the conclusion, he can be sure that no matter whether Xuantingmen’s raccoon or the five-door elders, they will never sit still and sit on the top of the cloud. When others are enjoying the carnival, he is quietly planning for the rain.

Tiangong didn't make beauty, and suddenly it rained in the middle of the night, and the rain slammed on the tent.

People are still celebrating, the air is full of strong wine. Ye Chuan, sitting cross-legged in the tent, suddenly heard a rustle, not the sound of rain falling on the ground, nor the footsteps of anyone, but a bit like the sound of river waves.

Ye Chuan sat still in a cross-legged position, but a pair of ears suddenly stood up and looked uneasy and listened.

A hundred meters away, a few clouds of the disciples walked through the potholes of the rain, some people drunk and slipped, almost fell a bit;

More than 30 meters away, the voice of the fat man Zhao Dazhi came, through the wine and a female disciple to talk, laughing and joking can not tell the wretched;

Ten meters away, in the adjacent tent, Zhu Sijia turned over and couldn’t sleep, and worried about the last two contests of tomorrow;

Five meters away, the outside disciple named Wu Yong walked slowly, holding a tray on his hand and covering some dishes with tarpaulin. As always, he was enthusiastic and diligent in carrying a hot nightingale;

......

You don't have to scream the gods and swear, and Ye Chuan swayed the wind around him.

It seems that everything around me is normal and seems to be just my own illusion. However, at this time, the sudden change suddenly appeared.

Outside the tent, a trace of road was suddenly turned up on the ground. The soil separated from the bottom to the top, like a wave of waves coming to the tent where Ye Chuan was located. It was like a monster hidden in the ground, with the help of night and rain. High speed is close. When it was three meters away, the waves of the road suddenly exploded. Seven black men came out from the ground, and they had a strong hand and a long sword.

Wu Yong, the disciple of the night who was holding the nightingale, lived in a blank reaction. His mouth was just too big for Zhang Da, and he was too late to wear a chest. He passed through his chest and brought a **** rain. Fall down. The nightingale prepared for Ye Chuan was sprinkled on the ground and was drowned by the cold rain.

Hey! A wave of dense arrows screamed through the tents of Yechuan.

The seven black men were non-stop, and they threw away the strength of their hands and pulled out the sword on their backs. They almost smashed the tent and rushed in at the same time. The movements are neat and uniform, everyone's eyes are cold and sharp, and they are not dead. One shot is a deadly lore, obviously a first-class killer!

In the riddled tent, a large swath of smoke was suddenly scattered, followed by a series of sultry and thick **** smells.

"Assassin, there are assassins!"

"Protect Master!"

......

The Yunwu sects screamed and screamed, and they pulled up their swords and rushed up. Some people sacrificed flying swords and hundreds of thousands of people rushed.

In the adjacent tent, Zhu Sijia jumped up, and even the outer clothes were too late to be put on, and the double-knife pulled out and went to Ye Chuan's tent. Her distance is the closest, but not the first person to break into the Yechuan tent, there is a person faster than her. Nantiandu first arrived, with a touch of ruthless shadow first to kill.

Inside the tent, quiet, abnormal, no anticipation of the fierce battle. Looking up and looking at the white, the smoke is rolling and nothing can be seen.

"Ye Chuan, Master Brother..., Master..."

Zhu Sijia was anxious, his eyes were red and red, and the tears swirled in the corners of his eyes.

Usually, when you see Ye Chuan, you are angry. If you are with him, you are not angry or laughing. How to see him is not pleasing to the eye. However, when I can't find Ye Chuan's life and death, my heart will be very uncomfortable. That feeling, like suddenly, unpreparedly lost the most precious things in life.

"Master, you can't die, Master... I blame me, drink, Master..."

The fat man Zhao Dazhi also rushed up, cried and shouted at the mother's tears, and the wine was soaring, and she smacked a few slaps.

Originally, I should be a fat man tonight, but he was greedy for a moment and handed it over to a cloud sect. Unexpectedly, such an accidental accident happened!

The cloud sect disciples who heard the news, one by one, were heavy. Only Aesop, standing in the darkness, had a sneer in his mouth. It’s soaked and cold, and the smile on your face is colder!