Standing on both sides of the platform are all kinds of people participating in the selection of the leader of the martial arts conference.

Luo Jiaojiao and others were among them.

After meeting the Western Regions strange man Wu Liang, some teams quickly adjusted their game strategy and were willing to give up the game of the match.

The Northern Sect did not adjust the order of appearance due to face. The first of them was Yan Xichen, the eldest disciple of Chief He.

The first person to appear in the Baishan Sect was the poisonous man Wu Liang.

Wu Liang was all blue and black, and even wore a dark green dress, which looked like a ghost.

Yan Xichen was wearing a white dress and holding an iron bone feather fan.

"It's broken! Wu Liang is full of poison! The Northern School's great disciple is a short weapon feather fan. Isn't that asking for death?"

Luo Jiaojiao deliberately raised her voice to warn the Northern School.

Unfortunately, the person has already started, and the showdown is about to begin! At this time, the person will be replaced and the face will be lost.

The Northern School leader He could only say to his great disciple:

"Don't force it!"

"yes!"

Yan Xichen also knew that he was at a disadvantage as soon as he appeared, so he could only bite the bullet and fight this game.

The poisonous man Wu Liang is not a good person. The seven-hole ring knife in his hand also quenched venom.

As soon as the two of them opened up, Yan Xichen was passively beaten.

The poisonous man Wu Liang's knife did not give Yan Xichen a chance to breathe. Seeing everyone on the stage, they felt a cold sweat for Yan Xichen.

Yan Xichen is worthy of being the eldest disciple of He, the leader of the Northern Sect. He relied on his own strong kung fu to avoid the deadly sword technique of the poisonous man Wu Liang several times.

When the poisonous man Wu Liang saw that his sword was lost, he was inevitably impatient, which just gave Yan Xichen the opportunity to fight back.

Yan Xichen's iron bone feather fan cut through the right arm of the poisonous man Wu Liang, and black blood splashed on the board on the ground. Suddenly, the board was filled with blue smoke and burnt black.

"What a poisonous blood!"

"It's really not a human..."

The audience in the audience retreated one after another and set a distance from the ring.

Bo Langjun and Qiu Jingshan, deputy leader of the martial arts world, also had fewer concerns.

"court death!"

The poisonous man Wu Liang's arm hurt a sharp pain, and his heart became angry. He threw his ring knife and inserted it on a tree trunk very close to the ring.

The tree shook a few times, and the trunk on the side with the ring knife immediately turned charred black.

Seeing Wu Liang abandoned his weapons and fought in close combat, Yan Xichen was worried about his poison and was afraid of his hands and feet. Finally, he was kicked off the ring and lost the first game. Fortunately, he wore an iron wrist guard on his arm so he would not be poisoned by the kicked wrist.

The morale of the Northern School has been greatly reduced. The players who participated in the competition lost one after another, and only Jiang Wener, the junior sister of He who was the last player to play, won one.

"The Baishan School won four to one!"

The great elder of the Wulin League announced the results of the competition loudly.

Bo Langjun noticed that Zhang Peng, a disciple of the Baishan Sect’s white-clothed scholar, did not appear.

"Not good! Dongshi is on fire!"

Someone ran over and looked panicked.

"not good!"

Jiang Yu was shocked when he saw the fire, and rushed away with two guards.

Everyone on the ring looked far away with their toes on their toes.

Luo Jiaojiao had already flew into the ring and shouted in a glance:

"son!"

People are like arrows flying above the house.

"We're here!"

Miaohua waved her hand and shouted loudly on the roof. But the crowds were surging and the noises were noisy, her voice had already been drowned.

Bo Langjun's heart tightened. Just as he was about to move his body, Luan Chong flashed and pointed to the roof where Miaohua stood.

Seeing the child holding Miaohua's chest, Bo Langjun finally let go of his heart when he raised his throat.

"It's good if the child is fine! Luan Chong! I'm afraid someone is playing wild in Bo's mansion! Take the secret guards to help Jiang Yu!"

Bo Langjun ordered Luan Chong in a deep voice.

"It seems that today's ring match has ended here!"

When Qiu Jingshan, the deputy leader of the martial arts world, saw that the visitors had all gone to the East City one after another, the people on the stage had no intention of fighting again, and immediately ordered the elder to announce that if someone disobeyed the Baishan Sect tomorrow, he would challenge him again.

"I'll go and have a look with my uncle!"

Seeing that although Bo Langjun's face did not change, Qiu Jingshan always looked towards the east city and spoke.

"Thank you!"

Bo Langjun asked Hongye and Li Zheng to go to the roof where Miaohua brother and sister were to help protect his son, but he rushed to Bo Mansion with Qiu Jingshan, the deputy leader of the martial arts world.

"Is it Bo Mansion that is on fire?"

Miaohua frowned at the fire in Dongshi.

"Give me the child!"

Hongye reached out to hold the child, but Miaohua dodged it.

"No! The master told me to protect the young master! You can't hand him over to anyone!"

"Ha! OK! Protect him!"

The red leaves were amused by Miaohua's serious study. She did not make things difficult for Miaohua, but watched the gradually extinguished flames of Bo's mansion with Li Zheng.

"Who is so brave? Dare to touch the uncle's mansion?"

Seeing that the fire was extinguished, the red leaves sat on the roof and muttered to themselves.

"I'm afraid that the things done by the uncle and vice-president of the country have leaked the secrets, so they have been retaliated by them! Fortunately, Miaohua brought the young master out, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Li Zheng narrowed his eyes and analyzed.

"Let's go back and have a look!"

Seeing that the people in front of the ring had almost gone, Hongye jumped off the ridge with Miaohua and the other two.

"ah!"

Brother Yao, who was sitting on the stone pier under the house, was already panicked and looked pale, but was shocked and fainted.

"Brother Yao!"

Miaohua ran to Brother Yao and pinched her.

"Seedlings!"

Poor Brother Yao'er's forehead was sweating coldly, and her cold hands were holding Miaohua's hands tightly. Her almond-like eyes were half panic and half surprised.

"It's okay! Let's go back to Bo Mansion together!"

Miaohua helped Brother Yao up.

Brother Yao recognized Li Zheng and Hongye, and shook his body to salute them.

"Let's go!"

Hongye really couldn't stand this weak maid in Bo's mansion, and couldn't help but think to himself:

"How did she get into Bo's Mansion?"

Hongyes, who was a poor mansion in Bo’s Mansion, was strict in selecting people.

Along the way, Miaohua had to hold the child in her arms, so she entrusted Brother Yao to her brother Miao Qing to take care of her.

Miao Qing was very sympathetic to this weak Brother Yao, so she followed her almost without hesitation along the way. Sometimes Brother Yao was inevitably staggered by the crowded abortion, and Miao Qing also helped her from time to time.

When Bo Langjun and the deputy leader of the martial arts world Qiu Jingshan rushed to the mansion, they saw Luo Jiaojiao running in vain among the broken walls of the burned maid's house.

"Luo Xiaoniang! The child is fine!"

The Bo Langjun, who felt pity, called his wife.

"Why is it okay? It's all burned like this!"

Looking at the broken wood burned to the burnt black and blue smoke, Luo Jiaojiao felt sad from her heart, and tears burst out from her eyes.

"Really! Miaohua and Brother Yao took their children to the ring competition!"

Bo Langjun couldn't see Luo Jiaojiao crying. He rushed to his wife with a quick glance, regardless of the black and gray on her body, and hugged her.

"real?"

Luo Jiaojiao looked into Bo Langjun's eyes in disbelief.

"It's true!"

Qiu Jingshan hurriedly said loudly.

"Very good!"

Luo Jiaojiao hugged Bo Langjun's neck excitedly.

Bo Langjun had no choice but to carry Luo Jiaojiao out of the house that was almost burned.

"Why did we only burn the house we live in?"

Miaohua's loud voice made the people present feel unstuck.
Chapter completed!