Lang Bei stood proudly motionless, and suddenly moved among the lightning and flints that were about to be chopped down by the sword. His whole body instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, and afterimages appeared among the swords.

Card wipe!

"Ouch!"

A shrill scream was accompanied by the sound of broken bones, and the scimitar fell to the ground with a clang. Zhamuji lay on the ground like a dead dog, with his limbs broken at a weird angle, and the joints could be seen. To the dense stubble.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this guy is completely useless. Even if he can reattach his arms and legs, he will never be able to fight anyone again in this life.

Just when people were about to cheer, Lang Bei suddenly flew out and fell directly to the audience. He covered his chest and staggered back. As he walked back to his seat, he pretended to be sad and said: "You're cruel, I lose." Already."

Everyone was stunned. What was going on? Zhamuji was injured like this. Could he still plot against Lang Bei?

Even the seventh prince's eyes lit up. No matter what, even if Jamuji was deposed, he could still win the game. He quickly sent people to the stage to lift the screaming Jamuji down and send him to the hospital for treatment.

Ding Ning's head and face are full of black lines. This guy's acting skills are too poor. Can he be more fake?

"This time, the Seventh Prince's Palace wins."

Zhang Heping was also dumbfounded and could only loudly announce the victory of the Seventh Prince's Palace.

Chu Ziqiao and Gu Jianyang looked at each other and smiled bitterly. This Ding game was really stupid. They were masters who wanted to completely destroy the Seventh Prince's Palace, so they took great pains to make people voluntarily admit defeat when they had an overwhelming advantage.

To put it bluntly, this guy was afraid that he would win three games in a row and not be able to complete the five games to the end, so he deliberately made people admit defeat.

The people present were not fools, and they couldn't see the fishery in it. They gave the thunderous applause to Lang Bei, who was "glory despite defeat" without hesitation, so that Lang Bei also satisfied his little vanity.

Langdong, Langbei, are they a pair of biological brothers?

Although Lang Bei admitted defeat, no one could deny his amazing performance. There was still a trace of Lang Dong killing the Grand Master with one punch, but Lang Bei broke Zhamuji's limbs in an instant, which was no less difficult than Lang Dong's punch. The strength shown.

Murong Yixiao had been mixed in with the Murong family, but now he could no longer keep his temper. He trotted over to sit next to Lang Dong and Lang Bei, calling them "big brother" and stalking them to worship them. Teacher, Murong Yanran covered her face and was ashamed to see others. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed his ears and pulled him to sit next to her, asking him to be honest.

Murong Yixiao was still clamoring to resist, but Murong Yanran has changed a lot now. He was promoted to Grand Master in one day. His little arms and legs couldn't resist. He was slapped so lightly that he couldn't move at all. .

Murong Yixiao was greatly shocked. He looked at Murong Yanran in disbelief and asked in a low voice: "Sister, have you broken through the first level of "Star Battle"?"

Murong Yanran raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "That means I'm pretty good, right?"

"Sister, I admire you so much. Tell me, why did you suddenly break through?"

Murong Yixiao was excited. He had been practicing "Star Fighting" since he was a child, but he was lazy by nature and liked to eat, drink and have fun. He lacked perseverance and perseverance. After practicing for so many years, he still could not break through the first level. He had no interest in this martial art for a long time. Hope.

Murong Yanran blushed and glanced at Ding Ning subconsciously. What can I say? You can't say that your brother-in-law broke through in just one day, right?

Murong Yixiao saw that his sister's expression was wrong, and he followed her gaze, and then he found Ding Ning, who was wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses on his face. He thought about it and immediately concluded that his sister's breakthrough was inseparable from this powerful brother-in-law. He happily joined in

He walked over and called out: "Brother-in-law."

Ding Ning glanced at him with a half-smile, and said teasingly: "I've put on makeup like this, and you can recognize it. It's really amazing."

"Hey, it's not that I'm great, it's that my brother-in-law is so outstanding. Even if you sit in the darkest corner, you can't hide your dazzling brilliance..."

Murong Yixiao was also a shameless guy. With a shy face, he started to flatter him with spitting foam.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful what you say. What does it mean to stand out from the crowd? Who are you calling a chicken?"

"That's right, sister Yanran, please take care of your brother and flatter him properly. Isn't this a curse?"

"Your sister is also sitting here. Do you think your sister is also a chicken?"

…

This time it was bad. He stood out from the crowd and slapped his flattery on the horse's lap. It immediately aroused public outrage. A group of women's soldiers criticized Murong Yixiao verbally and writtenly. Even Murong Yanran raised her eyebrows and scolded him bloody.

Murong smiled on the verge of tears. He apologized pitifully and finally calmed down everyone's anger. He gave Ding Ning a thumbs-up with a bitter look on his face: "Brother-in-law, you are still awesome. You can actually subdue these mothers."

tiger."

Ding Ning was snickering secretly. When he heard this, his eyes looked at him filled with pity and sympathy.

Murong Yixiao looked at Ding Ning's pitiful expression, and his heart trembled. He screamed secretly. He felt murderous eyes staring at him, which made the hairs on his body stand up. He really wanted to run for his life, but he felt his ears

Feeling the pain, Murong Yanran gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me again, who is the tigress?"

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts...sister, please be gentle...be gentle...oh...sister...I was wrong...wuwuwu...brother-in-law...help..."

Murong Yixiao grimaced in pain, his ears were twisted several times, he cried and howled for mercy to no avail, and cried out to Ding Ning for help.

Ding Ning gloated and shook his head. This guy fully demonstrated what it means to die if you don't seek death. Even he dared to hold these tigresses in his hands and coax them. This guy actually dared to call them tigresses. This was not natural.

Are you looking for death? He doesn't dare to intercede for him. If he doesn't do anything right, he will get burned.

After Murong Yanran suffered some cruel and inhumane torture, Murong Yixiao pitifully called her sister one by one and apologized again, and finally got the forgiveness of the girls. She sat down next to Ding Ning as listlessly as an eggplant beaten by frost.

, muttering in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, I am really impressed by you, how can you be among so many mothers..."

"Ahem!"

Ding Ning hurriedly coughed a few times and covered his mouth. After he came to his senses, he pretended to pat his shoulder: "Young man, you should correct your mistakes when you know they are wrong. It's still very good. I'm optimistic about you."

Murong Yixiao felt the cold gaze like a blade on his back. He glanced at Ding Ning gratefully, nodded his head like a kowtowing insect and said loudly: "Brother-in-law, I really envy you. You have so many wives who are beautiful, gentle and virtuous.

All of them have a look that sinks like a fish or a wild goose, and looks like a flower shy of a closed moon. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are charming the country and the city, and they are unparalleled in elegance. What a blessing! What a blessing!"

Ding Ning showed a childish smile of relief, and all the beauties were also beaming with joy. Murong Yixiao was also very pleased with him.

There were cheers and laughter at the Qingyun security seat, but the Seventh Prince's seat was gloomy and sighing. Even a fool could see that Qingyun security was just playing tricks on them and deliberately gave in.

The seventh prince's face was ashen. Although he was aware of this, he was not willing to accept the fate of failure. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who is willing to fight in the next battle?"

"I'll do it!"

The cold-faced Grand Master took a step forward and asked for help.

The Seventh Prince was greatly moved. Sixth Brother was good to him. Even his subordinates supported him so much. They still stepped forward even though they knew they would lose. He patted the other party's shoulder hard and said touchedly: "

Chaolu, if you can win this battle, I will reward you five million."

Chaolu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"You have no joke."

The seventh prince seemed to have regained his confidence and said decisively.

"Well, the Seventh Prince will prepare the reward."

Chaolu rushed to the stage with a cry like a chicken blood, looked around, pointed at Qingyun Security's seat, and shouted wildly: "Xiahou, last time we couldn't win or lose, now you dare to fight me to the death.

A battle?”

Everyone was silent. I wonder where this Chao Lu got the courage. Didn't he see that one of your people died and one was crippled in the previous two games? This guy actually dares to demand a life-or-death fight.

Ding Ning and others knew very well that this Chaolu was the guy who had tied with Xiahou during the negotiations a few days ago. No wonder he dared to ask for a life and death duel. It turned out that he thought Xiahou was a soft persimmon.

It's a pity that he didn't know at all that the reason why Xiahou was tied with him that day was because he was injured and didn't give it a try, which gave him this illusion. Not to mention that Ding Ning had just helped him improve his cultivation.

, even with his previous state, Chao Lu would not be able to win at all.

"Hey, since you want to die, I will help you."

Xia Hou was full of fighting spirit and stood up slowly, but suddenly scratched his head and asked: "That young man... uh, Master Yun, do I lose or win?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter. All of these Qingyun security guards were so arrogant and unique.

Chaolu's face turned the color of pig liver, and he said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sign a life and death agreement, and see if I don't beat the crap out of you."

"Don't hold back. If he wants to die, then he will be killed."

Ling Yun glanced at Ding Ning, received his instruction, and said lightly.

"Okay!"

Xia Hou's spirit was immediately lifted. Since he could win, he was ready to win quickly and promote the reputation of Qingyun Security.

Zhang Heping was already numb. He waited mechanically for them to sign the life and death certificates, and then announced expressionlessly: "The competition begins!"

"Xiahou, I let you go last time. This time, I won't be merciful. You will know how powerful I am later."

Chao Lu smiled ferociously and drew out his scimitar with one hand, untied the black rope tied around his waist with the other hand, and said arrogantly.

"This is a lasso commonly used by grassland people. This guy should be good at attacking with both hands. Be careful not to capsize the boat in the ditch."

Ding Ning's voice sounded clearly in Xiahou's mind.

Xiahou nodded imperceptibly, indicating that he understood.

A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, and Ding Ning does not need to remind him that he will never underestimate any enemy.

Hunters who come out of the death hunter camp have an almost beast-like intuition for danger. Since this Chaolu dares to say such crazy things, he must have enough confidence and trump cards.

Although his strength has greatly increased and is far superior to Chaolu's, due to the restrictions of the conference, he can only limit his cultivation to the Tianwu realm and cannot exert his full strength. He really needs to be more cautious.

Neither of them was in a hurry to take action, and Xiahou didn't make any excuses either. He directly took out a Fangtian Painted Halberd, which surprised Ding Ning. He didn't expect that Xiahou's weapon turned out to be a Fangtian Painted Halberd.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem strange. After all, it is well known that the weapon of Xiahou Weiyang, the Wuhou of Zhenguo, is a square-shaped halberd. It seems that although Xiahou is not willing to face Xiahou Weiyang, he has not refused to accept his martial arts inheritance.

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Chapter completed!