My Spicy Girlfriend

Yue heiming nodded there.

Then the old man walked forward slowly and said in a loud voice, "now it is announced that the winner of the first game is Liu Yanyan, the disciple of the fog hidden ghost girl."

After the old man's loud voice was uttered, the whole audience burst into warm shouts.

Obviously, the forest bear's injury is the most serious.

At the moment, he was carried down on a stretcher. Although Lin giant bear was not dead, he was likely to become a useless man.

What about Liu Yanyan? Although he was badly beaten and fell to the ground, it was obviously no big deal.

Hearing that Liu Yanyan won, the sisters under the stage cheered at once.

Two of the girls hurried to the life and death stage to help Liu Yanyan down.

And the frost like beauty "ruoer" was as motionless as a clock from beginning to end, as if she already knew who the winner was in her heart.

However, Li Xiaoer couldn't help looking at the cold and gorgeous beauty who had never had any expression at the moment. He was secretly shocked. The girl seemed to be a not simple figure, but also shocked the cruelty and bloody of the Luocha conference.

After Liu Yanyan, the fog hidden ghost girl, won the first game, the old man immediately began to announce the second game.

When he moved out the black box and began to shake, the whole audience listened carefully.

After the old man shook the black box in his hand, he slowly drew two wooden cards from it.

"Now start the second session of the Luocha Conference..."

"The candidate for the second competition is the two elders and disciples of youyue family: Wang Kun vs Zhang Han."

When the name was said at once, the whole audience was suddenly silent, which was completely different from the first one

It seems that when the name of "Wang Kun" is said, it has an ominous premonition.

Who is Wang Kun?

Of course, he is the first fierce general under the second elder Yue Heilong.

A murderer who is said to know western incontinence: Animal pupil.

And Zhang Han? Is another fierce general under the blood monk.

"Now let's invite two contestants to play."

After the old man's loud voice fell, Wang Kun slowly walked towards the stage of life and death.

And the disciple of the blood monk: what about Zhang Han?

When he heard that his opponent was this evil guy, he turned pale.

Step by step on the stage of life and death, he can feel his heart beating wildly.

When the names of the two men were announced, the blood monk looked like death.

His blood red eyes were reluctant... Because he knew that Zhang Han was not Wang Kun's opponent at all!

It's estimated that Zhang Han has more or less good luck when he fights with that extremely evil guy.

And Li Xiaoer under the stage was also staring at Wang Kun whose pupils were black.

It was this guy who came behind him silently before he came on the stage. It was this guy who was filled with the smell of evil

"Zhang Han, a disciple of the blood monk, was afraid that he would die on the court." the women under the fog hidden ghost nearby whispered.

"Yes, whoever faces that evil guy will die."

"That's not certain. Our sister Ruo may be able to defeat him."

"Well, although western magic is terrible, our Kung Fu is not inferior to them."

……

Several girls here are talking there.

"The second game starts now."

As the old man's loud voice sounded, everyone's eyes again focused on Wang Kun and Zhang Han of the life and death platform.

But seeing Wang Kun of the life and death stage, from the moment he came on the stage, all his pupils became black, and his pupils were almost invisible;

At the same time, the whole body was filled with an air of evil.

Even the elder Fengcheng snow in the grandstand sniffed his nose gently.

"What an evil smell..." Fengcheng snow murmured.

Yue lingdu frowned slightly, bowed his head to Fengcheng snow and asked, "uncle, is this western magic..."

"Yes!"

"Since Shakyamuni preached, he has kept Western magic... This western forbidden art is a unique Kung Fu. Even I can't see through these evil skills sometimes." Fengcheng Xue said slightly.

The Yue lingdu said, "the last winner of the Luocha conference must be Wang Kun..."

Fengcheng snow gently stroked her snow-white beard and said slightly, "that's not necessarily."

"I believe (he) should work miracles."

"Even ancient relics like (blood sucking spar) can recognize him as the master... I believe he will create miracles here." Fengcheng Snow said slightly.

Of course, the miracle in Fengcheng Snow's mouth is Li Xiaoer.

At the moment, Li Xiaoer also looked at the stage without blinking. He also knew that Wang Kun in front of him was a really terrible opponent.

However, there is an obvious gap between the two people on the stage.

Everyone seems to know who won and who lost this war without looking.

With the old man's high voice saying, "the second duel begins now."

I saw all the people under the stage cast their eyes on the challenge arena.

On the stage of life and death, Wang Kun raised his black pupil and glanced at Zhang Han, a disciple of the blood monk in front of him.

"You admit defeat..." just listen to Wang Kun's mouth and spit out a few words.

When these words were said, Zhang Han in front of him turned even more pale.

Life and death stage, if you admit defeat, you can exit.

But in the Yue family, if a person admits defeat, it is more insulting than death.

So even if Zhang Hanming knows that his life may not be guaranteed today, he must not be insulted.

"You can't think!"

"Others are afraid of your magic, but I'm not afraid." Zhang Han summoned up his courage and roared out.

When Wang Kun heard Zhang Han say so, a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Just as he burst into that strange smile, he saw his hands suddenly palm up and slowly lift up.

He was covered with an invisible evil spirit for a moment.

"Well, then I'll send you to die." Wang Kun said faintly.

Zhang Han is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since he can be sent up, he naturally has a strength that can not be underestimated.

Zhang Han at the moment saw that Wang Kun was using western magic. At the moment, he roared, jumped into the air, swept thousands of troops, and kicked Wang Kun's chest with his right leg like thunder.

This leg is extremely powerful and fast.

Even the people under the stage couldn't help praising Zhang Han's leg technique.

Facing the domineering move, Wang Kun's pupils suddenly became more black, as if his eyes had become black.

Suddenly, when Zhang Han's leg was about to kick Wang Kun's body, Wang Kun's body suddenly moved.

He moves so fast... So fast that one can't see it with the naked eye.

That speed is definitely beyond man's limit.

Even Li Xiaoer under the stage was stunned. How can a person's speed reach that level? It's like a shadow.

The blood monk on the stand was cold

His men could have won the last game, but they lost.

This time I met this damn guy again. It seems that he has lost again... He sat there with blood red eyes open and angry.

Zhang Han on the stage of life and death thought he had hit the other party, but when he looked at it, Wang Kun in front had already disappeared.

At the moment, I was shocked and quickly turned around to see, but I saw Wang Kun standing behind him, as if playing with him.

"Asshole." Zhang Han on the life and death stage roared and swept his legs again.

But Zhang Han's speed couldn't get close to Wang Kun's body.

Zhang Han, who didn't fight to death, was unable to get close to others. Wang Kun was a little more.

His face became more and more pale, and he couldn't help breathing out of his mouth.

And what about Wang Kun? He has been standing quietly. He hasn't made a move since he came on stage.

"Admit defeat?" Wang Kun raised his black pupils again and looked at Zhang Han.

"Recognize your mother's head! I fought with you."

Zhang Han seemed crazy and rushed at Wang Kun again.

At this moment, Wang Kun didn't dodge again.

In his black pupils, it suddenly seemed like a burning fire of killing. His hands suddenly opened their fingers, as if they were trying to grasp something, and then his palms slowly moved upward.

Suddenly, the whole body appeared a blood red color for no reason.

The blood red color filled his whole body, like a huge air bag wrapping him there.

The whole audience was stunned when they saw this scene.

"Magic..."

"God, that's magic."

……

All the people under the stage shouted.

Even Li Xiaoer frowned and looked at the stage of life and death in front of him.

Zhang Han is desperately attacking Wang Kun at the moment, regardless of the consequences of this attack.

However, the blood monk above the platform knew it was bad.

A loud noise.

At the moment when Zhang Han's body was close to Wang Kun, Wang Kun had two hands with their palms facing upward. Suddenly, there were two more red flames in his palms. The flame was like the nothingness flame from hell. Suddenly, his palms turned over, and the nothingness flame in his palms hit Zhang Han accurately.

No screams, no cheers.

There are only scenes that people stare at and can't believe.

Zhang Han, who was hit by the "nothingness flame" in Wang Kun's hands, flew out miserably and fell on the stage of life and death with a plop.

His body did not move.

Dead or alive? No one knows.

a blow!

Only one move! Wang Kun defeated Zhang Han in front of him.

Such terrible strength is really frightening... All the contestants under the stage are extremely ugly. Only the disciples under the two elders over there looked at them with a smile on their face.