"Ancient ...... Ancient martial arts family? Eight looked up in surprise, and his eyes for help ran down the door!

Here it comes!

The first thing that catches your eye is a retro practice uniform.

And then ......

It's a familiar face I've seen several times!

"Thirteen Venerable ......"

Eight struggled to get up, but at the moment when he was about to get up, the bottom of his eyes! A pair of black boots slammed into his eyes.

and the scene of the toes slightly raised, and the right to squat down slowly.

"Where is Nanayao-sama, a member of Kyushu?"

Before the Gu Wu disciples arrived, the anxious voice came through the gate: "I am a disciple of the Gu Wu family, and I have an urgent matter that I want to ask you for help. ”

Emergency?

Quan Jin's eyes froze: What emergency can he have?

"Thirteen Venerables!"

"I am the nephew of Liukong, an inner disciple of the ancient martial arts family!"

The No. 8 assessor, who was trampled under Quan's feet, raised his head strugglingly and shouted loudly.

He endured the sharp pain in his head.

With Tao Tian's hatred, he recounted: "A few days ago, the person who killed the third uncle was in this arena! It is Jiangcheng Quanjin. ”

"She was afraid that we would track her down, so she let the third uncle take the snake venom she made."

"Venerable, you must help my third uncle avenge your ...... Yes! ”

Halfway through that, a heart-rending scream erupted from Eight's mouth.

The girl is half-squatting.

The sole of his shoe was on Eight's chest, one hand casually resting on his knee, and he looked down at him with his eyes down.

The fair-skinned right hand twists the scalp of the number eight!

"Ahhh

Eight screamed in pain, muttering for help, but before he could say the word help.

A few words that were carefully spoken!

I didn't know what to do: "Seventeen years ago, when I met the Guwu Venerable Lord, you!" I don't know where yet! ”

"Don't say it's your third uncle."

"I just want the life of her entire Guwu family disciple, she can hold it to me with her own hands, even if you dare to come to me for revenge? What a thing! ”

"Bang dang!" The sound is loud.

Before Eight's eyes widened in horror.

Quan Jin twisted the scalp of No. 8, raised it violently, and slammed it to the ground in front of No. 6 and everyone—

Smash down!

Eight's head suddenly cracked a big gap, blood gushed out, and he suddenly lost his breath!

"Quanjin, you!"

"You!" No. 6 was frightened by Quan Jin's decisive killing method, and his face turned slightly pale.

The playing table is 1.2 meters high.

The crowd surrounded the arena and Quan Jin half-crouched next to No. 8.

Walking in, the Gu Wu disciple couldn't see Quan Jin's figure, and could only hear these shocking words.

"Who's talking?"

"The person who killed my junior brother, in this arena?"

The Gu Martial Disciple was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

Thinking of the death of his companion, and thinking of the Great Elder who had poisoned the Lord, he had depression and anger in his chest.

A murderous gaze swept across the audience!

The Gu Wu disciple gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely: "Quan? That's right, the person who killed my junior brother is also called Quan Jin! ”

"It turns out that she is the institutional student of the competition field?!"

"Today is the opening of this arena, this revenge, the ancient martial arts family has retribution......"

Whoop -

As soon as the words fell.

A familiar figure that touched people's hearts, under the hatred of the ancient martial disciple turned into shock, he stood up calmly: "There is no need to lift the competition field, I'm afraid you don't have that ability!" ”