"Okay! Well done, senior brother, that's how it should be! Senior brother will win, senior brother is mighty!" The yellow silk team excitedly cheered for Jin Haoran, and the shouts resounded through the sky.
Only then did she see Murong Yilan smile with satisfaction. Her eyes moved slightly to the side and landed on Zhou Hongyong. She said with a slightly teasing smile: "You are really bold to dare to deceive in front of the great master..."
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"Oh, senior sister, don't scare the junior brother, I didn't do anything!" Zhou Hongyong hurriedly waved his hands with a sinister smile on his face.
Cang Sha, who was sitting at the front of the competition venue, glanced at Dongfang Jin Ye and Dongfang Yuan. He turned sideways and whispered to Dongfang Jin Ye in a low voice: "Do you want to stop such an unfair competition?"
"Hahaha... soldiers never tire of deceit. This is also a strategy in the competition. Since Jin Haoran chose the yellow silk team, he must know the consequences of choosing the yellow silk team." Dongfang Jin Ye's beautiful light red thin lips curled up in an evil way.
Get up and speak coldly without any emotion.
Hearing this, Cang Sha frowned with his lacquered sword eyebrows, and took another deep look at Murong Yilan. Then he turned a blind eye. He couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, not knowing that he was Murong Yilan's mentor.
, is there any due diligence in teaching, and is there something unsatisfactory?
"Ah!" A sharp cry shocked everyone instantly.
I saw that Jin Haoran seemed to be crazy, biting Zhang Mingliang's wrist wildly, without even a trace of mystical energy in his body. He just started biting with his mouth like a mad dog. That crazy and terrifying look was simply...
Caught people off guard...
"He's crazy, crazy. He's crazy. Everyone, hurry up! Catch him quickly." The red silk team immediately exclaimed.
Dozens of people went into battle together, and Xin Yue and Pan Niang tried their best to pull Jin Haoran off Zhang Mingliang's wrist. A piece of flesh was torn off from the bloody wrist.
. Almost biting off the meridians. If that happened, Zhang Mingliang's entire forearm would be useless. He finally returned to the inner courtyard again. If he encountered such a blow, Zhang Mingliang would probably be worse than dead.
Dongfang Jin Ye finally spoke at this time: "Zhang Mingliang, you have been seriously injured. Go down and recuperate. You can no longer fight."
That bright face was pale, and all the color on his lips had faded. There was a fist-sized wound on his wrist, with the bone deep visible. Deep red blood surged crazily from his wound. It was almost brighter than the red silk on his forehead.
.In just a moment, Zhang Mingliang began to shake. He obviously lost too much blood and was already feeling dizzy.
Seeing this, Xin Yue and Pan Niang quickly found someone to carry Zhang Mingliang for treatment. Only Jin Haoran, who was suppressed by seven or eight people, was left. He was still screaming like crazy. His eyes were red.
Bloodthirsty. He couldn't listen to anyone's words at all. His blood-red mouth was still snapping and biting. He looked like a crazy vicious dog.
"Drive this crazy disciple out of the mountain gate." Cang Sha finally couldn't bear it anymore and ordered.
His lacquered eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and his deep eyes rested on Jin Haoran for a long time. This was his disciple after all, and he could only speak and deal with it. If he could bite someone, he would be disgraced.
If we can't afford this person, Haotian Palace can't afford to lose this person!
