Ode to Longevity

"Crack!" Directly covering Helanbo's mouth, Feng Qingge said with a gloomy face, "Do you still want to go wild?"

Nodding again and again, He Lanbo let go of Feng Qingge's hand, lowered his voice and said, "Hey, brother, this is not a shameful thing, isn't it because of poor growth? It's nothing, I'll bring you some more tomorrow. Deer antler and deer whip, make up for it, you are so thin, you should be underdeveloped, I..."

"It's not good to grow, but this butt is quite upturned, and it's quite predictable. If you are a bitch, then you must be the best, right, Mr. Helan." Fengnii laughed, seeing Feng Qingge's face is not good , and immediately said: "Okay, I won't say it, as long as you give me crazy grass, I don't know anything... But looking at your skinny appearance, even if you have a craving for Longyang, it's the one below. …”

I'll go to your uncle!

The combination of Feng Ni and He Lanbo is a shameless combination! The two wore a pair of shorts, and everything was in unison, and Feng Qingge really had nothing to do with the two of them. Glancing at Feng Ni, Feng Qingge frowned and asked, "Why don't you go in, this is the competition area."

"Eh? Yes, why am I here... Elder Gu Can, let me in!" It seemed that he had reacted, and the corner of Feng Ni's mouth twitched fiercely, hitting the barrier with a "pop" and crying. The father called the mother to go there. He wasn't a contestant, so why was he put here? He didn't want to fight a perverted candidate like Helanbo.

Half an hour is not too long, and when everyone rests well, the barrier in front will open. Feng Ni had already changed into a suit of armor and stood in front of the crowd. He threw a few winks at Feng Qingge, and then followed behind Gu Shen and walked inside.

The scene in Chaoyang Zongmen was exposed. The scattered houses had different mysterious colors. Before enjoying the other scenery, they saw the external fighting arena, which was built of bluestone slabs and surrounded by round platforms. There are stone pillars, like a hand, covering the ring.

Fighting is very simple, just take a random two-player match, and the list is selected by the elders. Everyone has three chances, if they lose, they are out, and if they win, they can continue. But this rule doesn't matter to Feng Qingge, even if she loses all, she can enter the sect to learn.

It's just that with such a big benefit, many people don't like Feng Qingge. Under the conditions of fair competition, who wants to have another moth?

"Isn't it, are you really going to do this?" With wide eyes, Feng Ni looked at Feng Qingge in front of him, and said somewhat incomprehensibly: "You are a bit too risky, after all..."

"Do as I say, at least it can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble." Feng Qingge nodded and smiled.

In desperation, Feng Ni had to tell Gu Can what Feng Qingge said, Gu Can hesitated for a moment, and then announced: "Feng Er Shui voluntarily gave up the first seven games, there are three games left, and one game is lost by ten points. , if you lose all three rounds, you will get zero points in the fight."

"Hahaha, let me just say, how could the always strict Chaoyang sect do these things, Feng Ershui is finished this time!"

"Well, what if she is 100%, we will surpass him immediately!"

"Look, what is the first in the literary test, let's fight back in the martial arts test!"

Seven games were automatically conceded, and Feng Qingge was defeated without a fight, so her assessment was immediately postponed, and there was no chance for her to play in front of her. Picking a place to rest at random, Feng Qingge cared more about the strength of those people. I thought that these people who were not very good in the literary test did not have outstanding strength in martial arts, but Feng Qingge's idea was wrong.

Seeing those who came to power, although the star rank was not too high, the neatness of their shots, their own reaction speed and attack methods made her eyes bright. Those who are qualified to participate in the Chaoyang Sect Exam are not just ordinary people. On the contrary, those who lost quickly must be the chefs who came to participate in the third game.

The chef's own strength is not very strong. In such a competition, he does not even have the strength to protect himself. Luckily, the fight was on point, and there wasn't too much action. The match between Helanbo and Xuemo was imminent, and they could only stay there and wait, staring with big eyes, just like their enemies. Feng Ni was dressed in armor and maintained order in the arena. If something went wrong, he immediately took action to stop it, but Feng Qingge was left alone.

"Feng Er Shui." The icy voice sounded behind him, and Feng Qingge only felt the hairs on his body stand up.

The cold light in his eyes suddenly appeared, Feng Qingge smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Miss Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Hmph, if you are acquainted, you know that you have given up the first seven games." Zhao Ying'er hummed coldly and tilted her head to look at Feng Qingge. She only felt that the people in front of her were becoming more and more familiar, but she couldn't remember her in the end. who is it. Clenching her hands tightly, Zhao Ying'er straightened her back and said, "I came here to warn you, don't think that you are the first in the literary test and you can break through in martial arts, martial arts, with your strength as a stinky cook, Do you still want to win?"

"Thank you Miss Zhao for reminding me, I will try my best." Feng Qingge chuckled lightly, ignoring Zhao Ying'er at all.

who reminded you! Zhao Ying'er snorted coldly, looking at the people in the ring, she said coldly: "You better not play with me, otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you! Feng Ershui, where shall we meet? Have you been?"

"I said in a dream, would you hit me?" Feng Qingge laughed, but did not pay any attention to Zhao Ying'er.

When she read Zhao Ying'er's name on the field, she could only snort and walk off the field.

Locking his eyes on the person in front of him, Feng Qingge held his chin with one hand and looked at the people on the ring. I don't know when, the people on the field have changed. The ice-cold Xue Mo folded his arms around his chest and stared coldly at the person opposite. He was originally handsome and had the name of the prince, and his appearance attracted the attention of most people.

Looking at the man on the side, he was full of murderous anger, and he hadn't really made a move. It was like a sharp blade that had been unsheathed and could explode at any time. With this momentum alone, it is not much worse than Xue Mo. Feng Qingge couldn't help but half-close her eyes, staring at the person in front, Xue Mo had already entered the profound stage, but it was in the middle stage, and her strength was on the high side. But Feng Qingge didn't know how good he was, so he couldn't make a decision. And the person on the opposite side has just entered the Xuan Rank, and it is definitely stronger than Xue Mo in terms of strength. Under such circumstances, Xue Mo is more suitable for a light combat method, and he is very disadvantaged by the strength competition in such a small field.

"Xuejia Xuemo." The cold voice came out, like the snow and ice in winter.