Chapter 754

The Dragon tilts the evil slightly to lift the eye son, the eyeground bloodthirsty color is more obvious.

Come at the right time, the more people he likes, the more exciting he is!

Originally, he planned to destroy the gate of thunderbolt and let all the people in the upper circles know the news, but now he has changed his mind. He is more interested in the selection of the strength in ten days.

The man who took the lead went to Liao Zongtian and carried him to a tree to rest. He said quietly, "master, are you ok?"

Liao Zitian slightly shakes his head, coagulates the dragon that does not smile to pour evil, kill the meaning to instantly rise all around.

"Kill him!"

Tu Mo stands up and glances at the evil dragon. His eyes are very complicated, some light and some helpless.

"Ah..." Cry again, Liao Zhongtian that only healthy arm, more than a bright Huo Huo dagger.

With the blood flowing down, Tu Mo's eyes whirled, squatted down to help Liao Zhongtian seal the meridians and pulled out the dagger on his limbs.

"If you dare to come to the behong gate to cause trouble, why don't you dare to show your true face?" In the cold morning, Tu Mo in a black robe is out of place.

Longqing evil mouth with a smile, slightly pale face but not a trace of soft, dark way: "you do not deserve to see my true face."

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen people in black came to Tu Mo's side in an instant. The strange and charming feeling shocked the atmosphere around him.

Tu Mo's eyes slightly pick, more than a dozen people in black jump into the air in an instant, but disappear in the air in the next second.

The breath became a little strange, and the air around me was a little depressed.

In the blink of an eye, the man in black appeared again, and he had come to the dragon. In addition to being cold, they had no intention of killing at the moment.

The dragon's eyes are dark and evil.

On that day, a large number of people and horses came again, and they were only the funeral objects of his men. The blood of the thundergate was stained with blood and the blood was full of blood everywhere.

The news spread in a day.

They are all saying that a mysterious man can still leave without any injury.

When the news came out, and the gold list of the thunderbolt gate was posted, the heroes were summoned, and people from all walks of life became more curious, so they rushed to the place.

Among them, cangyunbao and Jiafu of Qingcheng town are naturally included.

Seven days later, most of the people who can participate in the selection have come, and Liao's injury has recovered, but now he needs to be in a wheelchair.

A mess of the thundergate restored the scene of the past, but still vaguely showed the smell of killing that day.

For the sake of convenience, the boundary over the sky has been removed, and the weird and gloomy feeling is no longer there. The martial arts competition arena is located at the gold, silver and copper billboard outside the gate of perahong.

Ten days later.

Today, cangyun Bao Jin Yu Yan and Jia Qingchun of Jia's residence are all here. There are some people who dress up strangely. Some things are dark and some breath is pure.

Until noon, people from all walks of life had gathered together. They were all sitting in the courtyard of perangmen. Old friends from all walks of life who had not seen for a long time gathered together to greet the cold and the warm.

In the crowd, a man with a white yarn sitting in a remote corner, although his position is not obvious, but always attracted other people's eyes.

He leisurely raised his tea cup and sipped it gently. His manner revealed elegance. His white clothes sometimes rolled up, with a kind of purity and indifference.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

A touch of Yingqi crisp voice came, Nangong Yi raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the man, and nodded slightly.

"Why alone?" Jin Yu Yan looks at Nangong Yi, and is more curious about his appearance under the white gauze.

Nangong Yi put down the teacup and said in a warm and cool voice, "friends are not here yet."

"So it is." Jin Yu said a smile, but the words with a trace of loss, "do not know if we can become friends?"

Under the white gauze, Nangong Yi, hearing her words, raised a smile on her lips, a strange and ironic smile.

Although Jin Yu Yan could not see his smile clearly, she could feel that he was smiling. The feeling of that smile made her feel uncomfortable.

"What are you laughing at?" Jin Yu's fine eyebrows twisted, with a trace of anger.

"Does the girl say that to every stranger?" Nangong Yi's voice is cold and cool. He picks up the tea cup and looks down at it.

"What do you mean?" Jin Yu's voice was much sharper and her anger was obvious.

"Pa..." The sound of broken porcelain.

Jin Yu's expression was stiff. Her hand holding the tea cup suddenly gave a meal. The sound of breaking was transmitted in her hand, and her hand, at the moment, was burning with pain.

"I don't know if I'm satisfied with that?" The sound of Nangong Yisheng is as warm as spring breeze, but it is cold and indifferent.

With the rhythm of white clothes, he walked away.

At that moment, the tea cup in Jin Yu's hand collapsed instantly, and the residue continued to slide down. There were three tiny cracks in her hand. The wound had been for a long time, but the blood began to overflow after he left.Jin Yu said looking at the back of Nangong Yi, her eyes were stiff for a moment.

A man who is so warm and pure, but he is very abrupt and resolute, as if there is any hatred between them.

Have they met? Is there any barrier?

Obviously they didn't, but where did his attitude towards her come from?

Is it consistent?

Jin Yu sneered. She wanted him to do things for her, but in exchange for this blood lesson, when would she be taught by others? Remember this account first.

In the crowd, a pair of evil eyes have been smiling at them, lazy and wanton, but Nangong Yi left with him.

After Liao Zhongtian received the crowd, all the people gathered around the challenge arena except for the thunderbolt gate.

In the inn not far from the challenge arena, the figure of nangongyi appears and goes straight to the hall on the second floor.

In the hall, only a woman in black dress and black gauze was sitting in front of the window, and that position could clearly see around the challenge arena.

"There are many who should have come." Nangong Yi sits opposite to the woman, Wenliang road.

The woman hears the speech to drop the Mou son slightly, did not reply, the cool breath around but along with his words more sharp.

"What are you going to do?" Nangong Yi picked up the tea cup on the table and looked at it in a deep meditation.

The woman sneers a hum, such as sandpaper friction voice hoarse way: "a nest end!"

"South palace Yi a smile," still use boiled? "

"Think about it and do a good thing for the dog." Women's lips swept open a touch of bloodthirsty seductive smile.

The woman glanced around the ring, but her eyes stopped on a man in a white robe.

A moment later, she took back her eyes blandly, but her eyes were no longer calm.