boom!

Zuo Tianyi shot in Bud’s chest, and suddenly Bud’s body flew out a hundred meters and fell to the ring.

"Left knife fights against Dragon Valley, left knife wins!"

Hong Liang’s announcement sounded through the duel, and the audience’s many strengths on the stage were cast on the night’s feathers.

Bard lost in the expectation of everyone, but they did not expect Bard to resist the present, and even forced Zuo Tianyi to use the secret technique.

Some people with sharp eyes have found that Zuo Tianyi’s left hand is slightly trembling. This kind of symptom will never appear on a knife in normal circumstances, especially with a knife!

At the same time that Bard lost, Meng Yi got up and left the audience, and brought Bard back.

"Help the Lord, I am a shame." Bard's mouth was a little bit bloody, and his voice was weak.

"First cure the wound." Night Feather lifted his hand and handed out a bottle of medicinal herbs. He said a faint sip in his mouth, looking at the opposite side of the duel.

In the area opposite the Nanyang Temple, Nanyangze is also looking over here, and there is still a smile on his lips.

Bud swallowed the drug and closed the eye, and the lower duel quickly replaced the other family.

The families participating in the Nanchang Conference generally do not rival the Nanyang Temple, but it does not mean that they will succumb to other families. It is a common thing to fight against each other. As long as the disciples in the family can still play, they can fight.

The most intense Nanchang Conference lasted for two days, but the price paid by various forces was also very heavy. Many geniuses were damaged by the meridians, which affected the future cultivation. Even the Nanyang Temple had two disciples. Seriously injured.

Since that time, the Nanchang Conference has changed the rules. If a certain party’s forces are injured, they can go out and leave early.

At the time of Bard's healing, the disciples of the Nanyang Temple once again walked over the wooden plate.

"Xuan Yun Gu under the battle post." Or the previous little sister.

The night feathers and Bai Jinyi looked at each other. Both of them looked around and looked around. On the left side, they were separated by two forces. A middle-aged man was also looking at it. On his chest, he wrote a word of "cloud". .

"What strength is the battle of Xuan Yun Gu." Bai Jinyi asked.

"In the early days of Xuan Ling." The little sister said truthfully.

Is it a mysterious spirit?

Bai Jinyi and the night feathers and Liu Mei at the same time a cluster, the heart of the road, it seems that these forces are good to discuss, we must join hands to crush the Dragon Valley.

"Meng Yi, you go." Bai Jinyi made a look at the side.

"Yes." Meng Yi sighed and hurriedly got up.

However, before he left, he walked over again, a disciple of Nanyang Temple, holding a wooden sign in his hand.

"The Nanyang Temple under the battle post, the battler, Nanyang Siyue, Yan Longgu can dare to pick up?" The disciple of the Nanyang Temple stood on the side of several people, and there was a pride between the words.

The night feathers and the eyebrows are lightly stunned. The following has been played for several times. The Nanyang Temple has never been put on the stage.

Reminiscent of the helpless tone of the former Long Baixuan, the night feathers were cautious in their hearts, and the two sides had a festival. This battle is not easy.

"If you feel that you are not able to compete, you can directly admit defeat, and hand over the things we want, so as not to be guilty." The disciple of the passer-by spoke with a faint disdain in his tone.

The night feathers squinted and the voice was cold, and the voice was cold: "Hey, the Nanyang Temple, the dragon valley has not yet reached the level of being scared, and the dragon valley is facing the battle. Later, our people will pass."