Chapter 693: The Battle of Life and Death (Part I) (2)

The group walked to the feng shui slope, Xu Qing took out the metal card given by Li Lao and handed it to Long Fengyang, the General Staff took it and looked at the sky expressionlessly, and whispered to himself: "It's weird, it stands to reason that people should be here." ”

Except for a few worshippers, no one knew who Long Fengyang was waiting for, buzzing - there was a sound of propellers turning wings in the distant sky, and three straight ten flew over in a zigzag shape, slowly landing on the green field, ten people got down from the plane, Wang Tiangang and his wife walked over with the old man Jun Mogui, followed by the seven strongest tiger ben erlang of the Jun family, but Lu Yinxue did not come, for fear that someone would be distracted.

Long Fengyang led the four worshippers to greet him with a smile, the Huaxia Martial Soul has never been so neat in decades, this combat power is revealed to be in no way inferior to any ancient martial arts sect, and the dialogue with the old man Jun is simple, nodding to each other, and saying two words, here.

Oh, yes! It's time to come, and it's a big day today. Xu Qing ran to the master for the first time, and just showed a smiling face, Wang Tiangang's index finger bent and raised his hand, and a chestnut hit the kid's head.

Syllable! It's very crispy, much stronger than the old monk knocking on the wooden fish, and the head of the dignified Heavenly Realm martial artist is really extraordinary, much more crispy than the wooden fish, and it is almost catching up with the guzheng.

Xu Qing covered his head and shouted: "Master, knock me on the head as soon as we meet, knock me stupid, won't it be cheap Yang Fan's goods later?" ”

Wang Tiangang blew his beard and said angrily: "Stinky boy, knock you lightly, and I will settle accounts with you after the fight." ”

Xu Qing shrunk his neck and muttered in a low voice: "I'll slip away as soon as the fight is over, it's stupid to stay here and be knocked......" The voice was not loud, but he was asked by Wang Tiangang to make it clear, he was shocked, and glared: "You dare!" ”

"Qingzi, Tiangang has a white head overnight because of your disappearance, can't you follow him?" Jun silently walked around to Xu Qing's side and whispered. Xu Qing looked at the master's head full of silver threads, and felt inexplicably sad in his heart, stepped forward and stretched his head forward and said weakly: "If you want to knock it, knock it, or wait for me to beat the surname Yang and knock it again, without interest." ”

Wang Tiangang raised his hand, and when it fell, it turned into a slap and caress: "Stinky boy, it's good that you're not dead." ”

Long Fengyang turned around and walked to the left side of the slope, bent down and poked the metal card into a very inconspicuous card slot on the ground, only to hear the click - a row of stairs extending down appeared at the end of the slope, and it was enough for the two of them to walk side by side.

"Everyone hurry down and find a seat in the stands......" Long Feng waved his hand, and everyone rushed in, Xu Qing has always walked with the master, a master and apprentice for a lifetime!

About five meters down the stairs, you can see an oval field of thousands of square meters, surrounded by a circle of grandstand seats, the field is surrounded by inclined walls paved with metal plates, it looks like a huge deep well, and the ground is also paved with metal floors.

There is a place similar to the presiding platform in front of it, and the three old men in Tang costumes have already sat on it, and there are five members of the Dragon Tooth Team sitting on the side, then Yang Fan is sitting in the front position, and now he is squinting at the Huaxia Martial Soul people who are walking quickly, and the corners of his mouth are curved with a cold arc.

When everyone in the martial soul was seated, Yang Fan stood up and bowed his hand to the three old men on the presiding stage, and said in a voice like a bell: "There are no eyes for fists and feet, please allow me to sign a life and death agreement with the martial soul worship, and I will die without regrets!" ”