After the third round of Muyunxiang almost no suspense, against a martial arts officer, easy to pass.

A total of 25 people who qualified in the four rounds still decided the opponent according to the draw, and according to the mode of two duels, that is to say, there will be one person in this round.

The number of the wheel empty is the number of the twenty-fifth, and when the random smoke of the cloud actually got to the 25th, it could not help but tick the lips.

"No, this cloudy luck is also a little better, actually smoked the number 25!"

"Shit, hum, even if you get into the fifth round is not up to die!"

...

People talk about it, Mu Yunxi did not care, but let her not expect that in the fifth round of the seven men in the seven-man race and smoked the round of empty signatures!

Now even Mu Yunxi himself has a little admire of his own courage, feel that in modern times, it should buy a big lottery, to ensure that you can win a big prize!

The audience below was jealous!

"Oh, no, it's empty, if the old man hadn't seen the old general and Zhu Laojun sitting on the same time as the judges, I really suspected that Mu Yunxi had cheated!"

The two generals of the Mujia Palace and the Zhu Jiazhu Palace have always been dead, which is not the first day known to everyone, not to mention the gambling contract between Zhu Bichi and Mu Yunxi.

Of course, people do not doubt that they cheat.

But this even two times to draw the free time of the signing so that other players are really a little envious of jealousy and hatred!

“What shit in this cloud is, it’s empty again!”

"How about the wheel, when you enter the sixth round of the competition, it will only be worse to be abused, not to mention that this waste is not worth mentioning!"

After two rounds of empty, Muyunxi successfully qualified for the sixth round.

The sixth round has a total of seven people, namely, Muyun, Muyun, Xuanyuan, Zhu Bichi, Lansing, Mo Han, Fengyun!

Among the people, in addition to the Mo family, they are acquaintances for Mu Yunxi, and Mo Han is the only grandson of the old lord of Mo.

It is the strength of the wind that makes the clouds a little surprised, and it is also the high-level of the great warrior.

But think about it, the wind family is known as the first rich in Dongling, and some money is to buy all kinds of exotic cultivation for Fengyun.

In the sixth round, there is also a round of empty, but this time it is Zhu Bichi.

"It's not empty, otherwise I really have to suspect that there's an inside story!"

"Yes, yes, which of these seven people is not above the middle level of the great martial arts, and the high-level waste of the martial arts master is still on it, which is not ashamed!"

...

"Ming Yunxiang, I advise you to give up well, avoid meeting me when you are free, so that you have no good fruit to eat at all!"

As he passed by the clouds, he laughed.

The cloudy lips tucked slightly, the silver light flashed under the sleeve, and a bullet was directed toward Zhu Bichi, which was too secretive, and no one found it at all, of course, except for the dark eyes tightly sticky to the king's Ling on the body of the cloud.

Seeing the naughty little action of the little woman on the ring below, I couldn't help but happily tick my lips!

“The twilight—”

Suddenly there was a dull and slightly loud fart sound on the ring, and a stinking time came, and the audience that was even closer to the ring was shocked to look at the people on the ring.

Because the clouds and the pool were too close, the people thought that the clouds had farted their farts, and suddenly showed contempt.

“Son—”

However, on the side of Zhu Bichi's face was extremely gloomy, and when he just stepped out of his feet to rush down, another fart sounded.

At this moment, everyone looked at the dishes on the surface of Zhu Bichit and was shocked, and even Xuanyuan looked at Zhu Bibi Pond's face and was slightly dissatisfied.

"Hahahaha, Miss Zhu Jia, this is not to draw the round to sign an excitement on the spot to fart congratulations, but it is a very strange way to celebrate!"

After the initial stagger, the wind suddenly burst out laughing, and looking at Zhu Bichi's face, the face of the gloomy and ugly face was even more indescribable.

“Sister Nine, let’s go down, it stinks!”

He came up to him, and he turned to the clouds and went down, his face cold.

Mu Yunxi still did not know that this second brother actually tongue up is so hard, can not help but smile: "Well, I don't know what Miss Zhu eats how farts are so stinky!"

The two words of Muyun ink and Muyunxi calm are equivalent to completely beating Zhu Bike to the bottom of the valley, so that she wants to find a hole to enter at this moment.

Xuan辕瑾蹙 繙蹙眉 and wanted to step down, but was shouted by Zhu Bichi: "Four princes, I——"

Zhu Bichi had just to walk toward Xuanyuan, but every step would fart, and suddenly he was scared and rushed to the table.

Finally –

The whole audience in the audience looked at the bullshit on the bullshit Zhu Bichi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I didn’t know that Miss Zhu was such a big lady!”

"No, fart celebration, I really heard for the first time, it's so fresh!"

...

Listening to the sound of laughter and taunting below, Zhu Bike Pond on the ring was an angry and angry, a face was a blue and purple change, and the teeth were gnashing in the heart of the "cloud".

She knew it must have been the bitch who had put something on her.

“Son—”

Zhu Bichi had just taken a step to leave the ring, and another voice sounded, and she was shocked that she immediately hid her face and fled, but the sound of each step coming out was like a firecracker.

What's more, with the movement of Zhu Bichi's running, the smell of stench came, and the audience who were far away from the audience near the ring.

Mu Yunxiang looked at this funny scene can not say the mood of the happy, this, Zhu Bichi's face is really lost home.

“Naughty!”

In the darkness came the sound of the spoiling of the king, with a little lazy and unscrupulous smile, like a cloud!

In the sixth game, the opening, Mu Yunxi and Lansong were paired up.

Looking at the clouds standing opposite, Lansong smiled fiercely: "Miao Yunxiang, I said before that you would not meet me, this time, but you hit it yourself, don't blame me!" 」

“Let’s see who the two of us beat.”

Smiling, the cloud is full of laughter, and there is no need to hide it.

Obviously, it is the high-level momentum of the martial arts, but with the cold arrogance released by the clouds, it actually makes Lansing bet feel a little fatal sense of crisis.

Lansong's eyes were fierce, his heart dark, he really saw the ghost, he actually felt that this cloud could threaten him, just a waste!