"Who will come?"

Yang Lele walked back to the other end of the ring lightly, and then hooked his finger at the opposite Manbu and the disciples of the Feilonghui.

Even in the face of such a provocative move, no one dared to go.

The people of the Barbarian Buddhism admire power and always respect power. But today, the strongest of their own clan loses to others in strength, how can they dare to rise again?

Wanyan mostly sat on a chair, and no one looking at him dared to get up, his face was pale, and then Long Ao rushed to the side and said, "President Long, look at this?"

No one challenged, which meant that the junior group was defeated across the board. Yang Lele was able to directly win seven games, which is equivalent to defeating the remaining teenagers. At the 13th level, there is no need to compare. Even if one 13th realm can surpass 3 13th realms on the opposite side, it will not help. Together, they have only won five games.

Long Ao smiled coldly, his eyes filled with disgust, "Isn't there any of your people who have a kind?"

Most of Wanyan responded quickly, "President Long, even if they do, they are not helpful. Why let them come up again to increase their injuries."

"Your members of the Barbarians are really useless. Fortunately, Elder Bai asked me to help. Since you can't rely on the Barbarians, let me come from the Flying Dragon Club. But remember, you owe me a favor this time." After Long Ao said, he stood up and waved his hand at a pale, sickly looking teenager under the ring.

The white-faced boy nodded immediately.

After seeing the white-faced boy nodding, most of Wanyan's complexion stabilized, and the panic that had just disappeared.

But when the white-faced boy stood up, not many people onlookers knew him, and they were all confused about who this sickly boy was and why he dared to go up.

Ordinary people don't know him, but Luo Qianye knows him, and everyone in the stands has also heard of him.

"This is Gong Suhua, right?"

"It's him, it turns out that he is really in this group. Standing behind, no wonder I haven't seen him."

"Then it's hard to say the outcome of this ring."

Hearing the discussion behind him, Wen Ping asked Luo Qianye on the side, "Sect Master Luo, who is this Gong Suohua? He is stronger than Seventh Body Refining?"

"Hey, I almost thought it was possible to come back, so I forgot about him." Luo Qianye didn't answer Wen Ping's question immediately, but sighed, seeming a little lost, "Sect Master Wen, Gong Suohua is the dragon who can poison the dragon. A genius of the same vein. By nature, he is very sensitive to poisons and can use various poisons proficiently."

Wen Ping asked again: "Using poison can be more powerful than refining body seven?"

"It's not a question of how severe it is. People who use poison often research poison by themselves, so in order to avoid poisoning themselves, they understand the secret technique of sealing the five senses. The nose, ears, and mouth can all be sealed, and only your disciples use it. Although the sonic attack is strong, Gong Suhua can seal off hearing."

Luo Qianye made a gesture of covering his ears.

Hearing is gone, and no matter how strong the sonic attack is, it will only be strong outside, and it will no longer be able to defeat the Sixth Body Refining.

Poisonous but capable of killing people across borders!

Just when Luo Qianye thought Wen Ping would become serious when he heard this, and then formulate a new combat strategy for his disciples, he didn't expect to wait for Wen Ping to praise others.

"Feng five senses! Amazing, amazing." Wen Ping couldn't help but clicked a thumbs up, admiring the power of heaven and earth.

When Luo Qianye heard this, he shook his head and smiled, and said, "Sect Master Wen, why are you still complimenting your disciple's opponent?"

Wen Ping responded solemnly, "Feng Tingjue, this trick is quite powerful."

When the sect masters behind him heard this, they all smiled at each other.

Yan Ji shook his head helplessly to Wen Ping.

They really didn't understand whether Wen Ping belonged to the Immortal Sect or the Flying Dragon Society, and even praised other disciples before the battle.

Gong Suohua walked slowly onto the ring, carrying a black gourd with the size of a human head behind him, as if he was carrying something amazing. After standing still on the ring, Gong Suohua looked at Yang Lele expressionlessly. His pale face made his eyes pale and hollow when he looked at people.

Suddenly, Gong Suohua said, Yang Lele, I'm very happy to meet you. I have already exercised 7th at the age of 15. I didn't expect that I could step on you to make a name for Donghu before getting the tenth show. To be honest, your sonic attack is right. I'm useless, I can block my hearing, so you can't compare to doing useless things. I tell you this, be it me, you let me step on the favor of the famous."

After listening, Yang Lele took out his ears indifferently, and then said in a low voice: "Oh, you talk too much, I only say one thing, I will lose with one more punch!"

But no matter how low the voice is, the Tongxuan Middle Realm can hear it.

After hearing these words, Long Ao turned his head, his eyes fell on Wen Ping who was aside, and then said: "Sect Master Wen, I also want to ask you, who do you think will win? My disciple is not like a pig. ."

Wanyan's mostly triumphant smile stopped abruptly, and Long Ao gave Long Ao calmly.

It's a pity that it's Long Ao helping him out now, otherwise he doesn't want to give Long Ao a good look. Wanyan Ali is obviously as handsome as him, how come he looks like a pig?

Wen Ping heard Long Ao's words and replied: "Well, your disciple is amazing. But I can only silently mourn for your disciple, he may be really deaf."

At this moment, Gong Suohua on the ring suddenly pulled out the stopper of the black gourd.

Flick!

The water-like brown powder leaned out and rose quickly after landing, filling the entire ring in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Gong Suohua's voice came, "This is a stiff powder, even if you are the tenth body refining, as long as it gets on your skin, you can't move."

Gong Suohua smiled and pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Snapped!

Yang Lele took a step in the thin brown smoke.

Gong Suohua's smile stopped abruptly.

The black demon immediately said in astonishment: "This... how can Yang Lele still move?"

Following his words, Long Ao also looked at the ring with an incredible expression.

"how come?"

Long Ao quickly stared at him.

Then I saw a magical scene where the stiff powder didn't work on Yang Lele at all. Long Ao immediately stood up, glared at Luo Qianye, and said, "It turned out to be prepared! I said, how come you Luo Qianye can be with one Sect Master Xingzong is so good, he had already made preparations for my Flying Dragon Club."

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However, he didn't explain, but looked at Yang Lele on the ring and walked towards Gong Suohua step by step.

Without stopping!

There is no stiffness at all.

Gong Suohua in the dust was clearly aware of this and immediately retreated, but in the blink of an eye, Yang Lele rushed in front of him.

Raising your hand is a punch!

A punch hit his left ear, and then the bow Suohua flew directly from the ring to the onlookers like an arrow from the string.

This scene made the whole stand suddenly silent.

After a long time, no one spoke.

Because they couldn't believe that Gong Suohua had lost this way, and Yang Lele was really able to solve it with a punch.