Tripod Reverses the Heaven

For Zifu, the episode just now really embarrassed them and made them feel a little embarrassed.

Gu Feng, as a recruit, provoked such a romantic debt. Isn't this a naked slap in the face?

If the ancient style wins, will they accept it?

If you don't accept it, it will be a great loss and break your promise. But if you accept the ancient style as your son-in-law, will you be ridiculed by the whole eight wastelands?

The battle platform has been rebuilt again, and the rest of the geniuses have stepped up one after another.

After all these twists and turns, only six people still standing on the battle platform are Gu Feng, Lingxiao, emptiness, ye Qianfan, long Junjie and he Kun.

At this time, ye Qianfan suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand, arched his hands to the people and said, "brothers, do anyone want to leave now? After all, fists and swords have no eyes. Fighting on the same stage is bound to hurt harmony. "

From the appearance, there is really no direct conflict among the six people on the field. Unless emptiness wants to forcibly subdue Lingxiao, the two are bound to have a big war.

But the ancient wind knows very well, not so simple. Even if we don't fight for zixiahan, we will fight to death for the killing of Zifu.

"Where did you get so much wordiness? Miss Zifu is gorgeous. I'm young. Who doesn't want to hold the beauty back? I also want to learn from brother Yan Feng and have children early! "

The river fat man shouted. It seems that he doesn't catch a cold for ye Qianfan.

He pangzi's words fell, and long Junjie opened his mouth: "we are all the most outstanding talents of the eight wastelands. We just take this opportunity to discuss the level!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone looked at the emptiness. After all, the reason for today's meeting is to recruit relatives. What are you doing, a dead thief?

Seeing that everyone looked at it, the little monk immediately joined hands and said, "Amitabha, if you don't become a Buddha today, you should return to the common customs."

"Return to vulgarity? Did the little monk move his heart and take a fancy to the daughter of the purple house? "

As soon as the little monk's voice fell, the whole audience became noisy and laughed and scolded.

"Ha ha, master, if you don't have six unclean roots and don't be a monk, you can't become a Buddha if you often think of women in your heart."

"Amitabha!"

The little monk ignored the teasing and pretended to be an eminent monk.

Only Gu Feng knows his details. This is actually a stuffy bitch. It's definitely not as serious as it looks.

The little monk agreed, and everyone looked at the ancient style again.

"Brother Yan Feng, I think you have all your sons. Just go down. Look at your injuries. Your combat power has been greatly reduced. It's really not suitable to fight with us again."

It's still the river fat man's mouth.

Gu Feng was stunned and then smiled: "it's good, then I won't join in. I'll leave now and wish you good luck."

After that, Gu Feng really wanted to go, but ye Qianfan stopped him: "slow down, brother Yan Feng, wouldn't you regret if you step down like this? Don't you want to earn a reputation for yourself even if you don't work for the gold of the purple house? "

Smelling the speech, the ancient wind stopped and carefully examined Ye Qianfan.

"It's you who asked if anyone stepped down, and it's you who stopped me from stepping down. What medicine do you sell in this gourd?"

For ye Qianfan, ancient customs have always been a little hard to see through. This person always looks like smiling and singing. He always exudes a sense of righteousness intentionally or unintentionally. Anyone will feel that ye Qianfan is a gentleman. But deep inside the ancient wind, there is a trace of instinctive resistance and defense.

"Ha ha, brother Yan is joking. What medicine can I sell? What I said is true. I don't want to fall out with you, but I also want us to be up and down. "

"Well, I understand!"

Gu Feng nodded clearly and immediately arched his hand: "but I'm sorry..."

Gu Feng just wanted to say that he was not interested. When he planned to step down, he suddenly heard zixiahan's voice: "Yan Feng, you can't go. If you go like this, what kind of man is it?"

Smelling the speech, the antique eyebrows immediately wrinkled. He wanted to ignore zixiahan, but suddenly he felt a flash of killing.

This time, he caught it very clearly that the killing came from ye Qianfan, who was smiling and singing on his face.

What moved him most was that he was very familiar with this killing opportunity and had seen it in the underground palace of Lei Di's tomb.

At that time, he was holding zixiahan's small waist and joked that they had been private for life. It happened that Le Xingcheng, ye Qianfan and long Junjie came together.

At that time, Le Xingcheng had a grudge against the ancient style. He subconsciously attributed that killing opportunity to le Xingcheng.

Until this time, the same killing opportunity reappeared, he suddenly realized that at that time, ye Qianfan had a killing heart for himself.

The reason why he didn't do it all the time was just due to the presence of zixiahan.

"Well, you ye Qianfan, I know you are not so simple, but a smiling tiger. Since you want to kill me, I won't show you mercy. "

After thinking about it, the ancient wind laughed on the spot. Then he continued: "ha ha, I'm sorry to ignore me. I won't go. I'll stay and compete with you."

"Hehe, that's just right. Today's gathering of eight wasteland talents is bound to be recorded in history and remembered by future generations. How about we do it now? "

"Come on, vast eight wastelands, who is the first? It will be known today! "

Each of the six people occupied one side, and each of them was gathering frantically. For a moment, the whole audience was silent. They all held their breath and waited.

"Start!"

Zixu roared and jumped out of the battle platform.

At the same time, the river fat man started, and the first blow was towards the ancient wind.

He roared: "brother Yan, I'm sorry. You even have a son. It's really not suitable to compete with us. You'd better go down first!"

"I'll help you!"

Ye Qianfan roared, took the folding fan as a sharp sword and killed the fat man directly at the river.

Seeing this scene, Gu Feng had a sneer in his heart, but he scolded: "dead fat people talk the most. Look at your fat body, where can the purple fairy stand? I think you'd better go down first! "

As soon as the voice fell, the ancient wind directly stood side by side with Ye Qianfan, killing the river fat man screaming: "Hey, hey, you two dozen one, it's not authentic!"

"I'll help you!"

Long Junjie moved and went straight to the regiment.

However, he didn't want to help anyone. Instead, he killed indiscriminately. Whoever he cut is who. He just came to stir up the situation.

On the other side, Lingxiao and the little monk are completely wide eyed. They are a pair of old enemies. They fought all the way from Kyushu to Bahuang.

Lingxiao was once suppressed, but then I don't know how to run away.