Dongfang Jian from the Tiannan Sect is a young man in his thirties. He is tall, square-faced, and very burly. He has two black moles on his forehead and a pair of eyes shining brightly in the dark, making people feel

Rugged yet shrewd.

Tai Luo, the Uighur warrior, looked like a typical "hillbilly". He was holding a tea cup and looking at the ground with a fierce look, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

The teeth exposed between his chapped lips were all yellow, his dark cheeks were rough, his brows were raised, and the word "Chuan" appeared clearly on his forehead.

Liang Kun is like a taciturn monk who has returned to secular life. He is thin, tall and has a sharp chin. His face is always melancholy and calm, and his eyes are full of contemplative and searching light. He is always looking at the surrounding environment and observing everything.

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When the person reporting was leaving, he observed the direction the person was going and remembered the sound of the person's footsteps.

When he heard footsteps outside the living room again, he knew that the person coming was not the same person as before.

Even from the sound of the footsteps landing, he could tell that the person was not very strong, but had a light body. She should be a woman, only seven feet tall (ancient 23.3 feet).

Sure enough, Qiushui Yiren's figure appeared at the door, and her height matched his guess.

"For all the guests who have come to vote, our village master has ordered you to go to the martial arts arena and wait for him."

Qiushui Yiren grinned with two petal-like lips and smiled sweetly at everyone in the living room.

As soon as these words came out, everyone guessed the meaning of the leader of Black Wind Village, and it was obvious that they wanted to consider their strength.

The black evil spirit among the green and black evil spirits immediately flashed anger in his eyes, snorted and put the tea cup on the table to express his dissatisfaction and wanted to say something.

But when it came to his mouth, thinking of the fierce achievements of the leader of Black Wind Village, he finally moved his purple lips, then suppressed it and turned it into another cold snort.

"good!"

Tailuo, the Huihe warrior, was the first to stand up, threw the tea cup on the table, rushed to the door and asked, "Where is the martial arts field?"

He is like a ball of fire, passionate about everything he does.

He is also full of aggression, with fierce eyes, as if he can punch anyone in front of him down at any time.

Dongfang Jian and Cheng Kun both stood up and acted calmly.

"Five of you, follow me."

Qiushui Yiren observed the performance of these people, turned around and led the five people to the martial arts arena.

When the five people walked to the martial arts arena.

The outside of the martial arts arena was already crowded with players and many indigenous NPCs.

"Oh my, among the great masters who came to seek refuge this time, there is only one old lady, and that old lady looked as if her aunt had blocked her. She had a shameless face and was boring."

"Stop it. Just say a few words. The woman seems to have heard it and has already looked over. Her eyes seem to be spitting fire. Let's quickly pull off the bandit's hood so that her fiery eyes can't burn our handsomeness.

s face."

"Made, did the bald head on the side have any special effects? It's too dazzling under the sun, like a large light bulb."

A group of players pointed at the five people and chattered, as if they were watching monkeys.

When some slanderous words kept coming, even Cheng Kun, who had extraordinary concentration, felt very annoyed and wanted to hit him with a thunderbolt and kill the stranger who said he was bald.

The five people originally thought that the delay in coming by the leader of the Black Wind Village was a test of their patience and sincerity. They thought that they should be patient and patient and could not let the leader of the village look down upon them.

But now, surrounded by a large number of players who were as vicious as their mouths turned on, the anger of the five people began to rise crazily, their faces turned the color of pig liver, and they were in a terrible mood.

"Master of the Village, those five people are already waiting for a stick of incense."

Qiushui Yiren was in the side hall outside the martial arts arena, tidying up Jiang Dali's clothes and smiling sweetly.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Jiang Dali responded casually, then suddenly looked to one side and saw Huan Huan's figure rushing towards him with a snort.

He pushed Qiushui Yiren away and wanted to rearrange his clothes.

"Master, Huanwan can also help you get dressed."

Huan Huan said angrily, pulling with both hands, almost tearing off Jiang Dali's clothes.

Jiang Dali shook his head and smiled, pulled away his clothes and said, "Okay, my clothes are already in good condition. No need to tidy them up. Come with me to the martial arts field."

"Okay, let's go to the martial arts arena."

Huanwen's eyes showed a gentle flame, with two cute smiles on her face, and a pair of long, thin, curved eyes, narrowed into a semicircular line.

Jiang Dali smiled lightly.

There may be several women in the world who know not to eat, but there is not even one woman who is not jealous.

As time went by, Huanwan's attachment to him became more and more obvious, and even her mind began to mature slowly.

Jiang Dali knew that this was the furnace tripod growing.

The divine thoughts he perceives every day are also becoming clearer, and he can gradually touch them vaguely.

He enjoys this process, but he is not completely addicted to it.

Because he knows what he is doing and what he is going to do.

The most important thing is the result.

The results are often cruel, but very real, so we must grasp it well...

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