"This game does not prohibit hitting people."

This sentence sounded like thunder in Meng Lu's heart.

Is there no such provision prohibiting beating? Are you kidding me?

Meng Lu's eyes almost popped out from excessive shock.

"Isn't City Lord Zhao his own? Why did he turn his head to help Optimus Prime again?" Meng Lu said blankly in his heart.

"Who is the one with you?" City Lord Zhao curled his mouth and snorted coldly in his heart.

Have pitted him twice in a row, and still want him to help him desperately? Isn't this daydreaming, whimsical?

The other people present also looked shocked. Is there no prohibition on beating?

Who made these rules? This is an alchemy competition, not a fighting competition. The person who makes the rules is too irresponsible, right?

The audience was incomprehensible and slightly complaining.

At this time, I saw Ouyang Chengze, who had been watching the play silently, slowly raised his right hand, and said with a look of embarrassment, "That... This game seems to be a rule set by me."

Everyone:...

"Oh~ it turned out to be the rule made by Senior Ouyang, no wonder, no wonder it is so creative." A man laughed with his palms.

"Yes, yeah, Senior Ouyang didn't set so many rules. He must be afraid that we will be restricted by the game and won't be able to perform in the best state.

Now when I think about it, it turns out that this is because Senior Ouyang thought about us specially. "An alchemist said gratefully.

"Yes, yes, the reduction of so many cumbersome rules by senior Ouyang is for us, how can we treat good intentions as donkey liver and lungs and complain to senior Ouyang?" An alchemist agreed.

…………

For a time, there were countless people who praised Ouyang Chengze's high quality, which was completely opposite to the complaint picture just now.

Xiao Bai: ...As soon as you speak, you know it is the old double standard.

Meng Lu wanted to cry without tears. If the person who made the rules was someone else, he would dare to curse a few words against the limelight, but for Ouyang Chengze, he didn't even dare to stare.

At this time, Xiao Bai's voice came again.

Xiao Bai pulled Meng Lu by the collar, pulled Meng Lu in front of him, and said with a devil-like laughter, "The surname is Meng, you also heard it, let's talk, how do you want to fight? It's a single Pick or gang fight?"

"Qing, brother Qing...I..." Meng Lu was really persuaded this time.

Because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, Xiao Bai just pulled his collar, he couldn't break free of Xiao Bai's shackles at all, so he couldn't do it.

And Ximensu, who was secretly anxious in the distance, also had an expression of helplessness.

Because he really didn't count that City Lord Zhao would betray directly, let alone that Xiao Bai would be so shameless and so irony.

Just say a word when you meet, how do you want to fight?

In the case of strong hostility, the mouth cannon is useless, and the only solution is to use your fist against your fist.

But this method just doesn't work, because his fists are not as big as the opponent's.

So Ximensu could only pray for Meng Lu silently.

At this moment, Meng Lu suddenly brightened his eyes and said anxiously, "Brother Qing, maybe we two don't need to be arrogant, we can have a good talk."

"Oh? Talk? How to talk?" Xiao Baiyin smiled.

"Brother Xiao, I am willing to apologize to you a considerable amount for my fault." Meng Lu quickly replied.

Now, he can only take the initiative to talk to Xiao Bai for peace.

Although it loses face, but at least one less beating.

And it's not too late for a gentleman to get revenge for ten years. What kind of face is this point, and maybe I can get it back later.

Just as Meng Lu was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a fiery pain in his shoulder.

"hiss!"

Meng Luqiang endured the pain and held his shoulders, and looked down, only to see that his robes had been cracked, and a bright red blood stain was exposed to the outside world.

"Brother Qing, you!"

"Snapped!"

There was another scar of blood on Meng Lu's shoulder.

"All said, your kid is not worthy to call my brother Qing." Xiao Bai said coldly, playing with the folding fan in his hand.

This folding fan!

Looking at the folding fan in Xiao Bai's hand, the frightened Senior Brother Nangong Yunmo immediately stood up from their seats, standing straight.

This folding fan, Nangong Yunmo, is very familiar to them, after all, they ‘make affection’ with it almost every day.

Looking at the reactions of Nangong Yunmo's brothers, Mrs. Changsun couldn't help but feel a little different, "What are they?"

"Conditional reflex, seeing and thinking, normal situation." Si Feihan replied, holding a poker card in one hand.

…………

In the audience, Xiao Bai held the folding fan and kept waving left and right, while Meng Lu kept hiding from the left and right.

Unfortunately, Meng Lu never escaped.

Just when Xiao Bai held the folding fan and waved it again, Meng Lu suddenly stopped hiding. He stood on the spot and roared, "Surname Qing, you are enough!"

Sure enough, this voice made Xiao Bai's movements stiff, and the arms waving the folding fan stayed in the air.

"Hahahaha, it really works." Meng Lu laughed happily in his heart.

"Does this person eat hard but not soft, afraid that others will follow him with hard steel?" Meng Lu guessed in his heart.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Bai gave him the answer.

"You reminded me that I'm tired of smoking you all the time. It's better to hang you up and use some method to automatically pump you."

Xiao Bai didn't give Meng Lu a chance to react at all, and directly pulled Meng Lu by the collar and threw Meng Lu into the air.

Then he took out a toothpick and threw the toothpick into the air.

"Big!"

The toothpicks in the air instantly widened hundreds of times!

"long!"

The widened toothpick instantly grew a few hundred meters in length! Then directly inserted in the center of the performance stage.

After Xiao Bai shouted again, "Done!"

Meng Lu, who wanted to drive the clouds to escape in the air, was instantly blocked by the power of his whole body, and his whole person stayed in place, and then fell straight to the ground because of the inability to drive the clouds.

At a distance of several hundred meters from the ground ~lightnovelpub.net~ when Meng Lu was about to be thrown to pieces.

The role of the toothpick was highlighted. Meng Lu's robe passed directly through the pointed end of the toothpick, causing the whole person to be hung on the toothpick.

The scorching sun spreads over the earth, the warm wind blows slowly, and the robe of Meng Lu hung on the toothpick swings with the wind, as if someone was drying a piece of clothing.

"My name is Qing! What are you going to do?!" Meng Lu struggled constantly on the toothpick, but no matter how hard he struggled, there was no sign of escape.

Because Meng Lu's robes and the toothpicks that hung on him were strengthened by Xiao Bai, no one would be able to destroy these two items unless Xiao Bai took action.

"What do I want to do? Didn't I tell you just now? You are exhausted, so I want to find a lighter way to clean up you." Xiao Bai said lightly.

Immediately, thunder light flashed across Xiao Bai's palm.

"Summon a few Thunder Tribulation to accompany you to play, so that you won't be bored."