"I always think he is weird." Feng Yan was full of confusion, and I couldn't figure out what happened to Yu Mingye recently.
"Xiao Wu, what do you think?" Feng Yan asked curiously.
Feng Wu said: "I believe that Yuming Ye is still our Eri Er, which will never change this. But the most important thing now is the next test."
The next test is Luo San Ge and the Sacred Son of the Buddha.
This comparison test was faintly divided into three factions.
The dynasties headed by the prince, the Luo family headed by Feng Wu, and the neutralist faction headed by Qiuzhen South.
In the third test, Fengwu knew that Luo Sange would probably lose, but she did not expect that the speechless son was so powerful!
Luo Sange lost three moves!
"How?" Luo Zilin grabbed Feng Wu in shock: "Three brothers and three moves lost, how is this?!"
Feng Wu's eyes are condensed into frost at this moment.
When saying this, Feng Wu kept staring at the words without words, and he didn't dare to relax.
Luo Zilin's sight has been staring at the battle platform.
Suddenly, his look changed!
"The third brother is ready to admit defeat, and he has raised his hand to sign! But the speechless son is still attacking!" Luo Zilin's fist angrily, "How do he do this!"
Not only Luo Zilin, everyone at the present saw that the speechless son attacked crazy, and Luo San defeated!
"I ... recognize ..."
Speechlessness does not give Luo San a chance to finish three words!
"hateful!"
Luo Zilin was both angry and distressed.
Feng Wuqi's eyes were red, and he stared at the words without words.
"Luo San has lost, I confess to him, stop his hands!" Feng Wufei came on stage.
However, she hadn't waited for her to stand firm, and a figure came out of the oblique thorns and stopped the shape of Feng Wu. This person was Yan Yu Shizi.
"Don't, this is someone else's fighting table, just look good, don't force it to intervene?" Yan Yu Shizi held a folding fan in his hands, looked at Feng Wu with a smile, but his smile did not reach his eyes.
There are people sitting on the judges on the stage.
"!" Feng Wu exclaimed.
Luo Nantian immediately shot.
The princess also shot at the same time.
"Also hold your hands." A faint sound sounded, and this person was the abbot of the Yuanshi Tower.
As soon as the abbot of the Yuan Dynasty came out, the speechless son couldn't hold his hand.
"Three Brother!" Feng Wu rushed in to help Luo San, quickly stuffed a elixir in his mouth.
At this moment, Luo San was bruised, the flesh and blood were blurred, and it seemed that the situation was very bad. If it wasn't for the timely shot of Fengwu, even after the rescue, there would be sequelae.
"No words." Feng Wu looked back at the monk in front of him.
"Amitabha, goodness and goodness." The speechless son was without waves, as if it was not him who was just a ruthless hand just now.
"Today you exerted it on the third brother, and I will get back one by one." Feng Wu calmly said.
"Then wait for Feng Shi to come to ask." After that, speechlessly turned and stepped down.
Feng Wu and Luo Zilin helped Luo Sange stepped down. For a while, everyone surrounded them and expressed concern.
"The fourth game battle, start! Please enter the field!"
This game is the battle of Feng Wu and the sword -free sword, Ye Yijian.
"Ye Yijian, if you lose, I look at you." Zi Yun's fairy glanced at Ye Yijian.
Ye Yijian snorted coldly: "If even a yellow hair girl can't defeat, Ye Yijian still calls the first swordsman in the future?!"