Chapter 962 (1/2)

”I don't want to talk much nonsense. As you know, I don't like to be wordy, and I don't like to be wordy very much, and I've never been wordy --”

everyone: ”I'm not a wordy person

”Then, let's start our first competition today. The red player is Chu Xiaoxiao of southern region, and the blue player is ba Shen of northern region!”

In the rest room, a middle-aged man in the robe of Phoenix Temple walked to the transmission array with trembling palms.

Before the purple glass seriously injured and Chu Sicheng was killed, has let him to this competition disheartened.

See him this didn't hit to counselle of appearance, white Chen and Chu Jun ran speechless mutually looked one eye, all keep silent.

Sure enough, Chu Xiaoxiao just entered the field, not to a round, because of the soft foot lost the battle, yesterday Yang Qiuyu not easy to get back a little face for the southern region, this moment he fell to the ground.

”The winner! Eight gods

Xiao an was also speechless, but still in a high mood.

Chu Xiaoxiao comes back from the teleportation array dejectedly and looks at Chu junran's cold cheek. Suddenly, he looks down to the corner.

Chu junran will never reuse such a counselor again. He knows this very well.

But he was afraid of death. He knew that his future might be ruined, but he didn't dare fight to death.

After all, if you die in the challenge arena, you won't get anyone's pity. It can only cause the cheers of those indifferent audiences. How to think about it, it's not worth the loss.

Xiao'an stood in the air, looking at the audience huffing, helplessly shook his head. When he looked down at the next schedule in his hand, he couldn't help sighing: ”how come it's from southern regions again...”

”Cough!” After clearing his throat, xiao'an once again held up a brilliant smile and kept a high state, saying: ”in the next game, the red side is yijianmei, the player from the central region, and the blue side is Baichen, the player from the Southern Region -”

”finally, we are the master!”

At that moment, the people of chenyao sword sect couldn't help but get excited. It's time for the damned audience of Zhongyu to let them know what killing God is!

”Kill him! Just slap him in the face and let him fly ten times around the moon Guo pangzi gave a big drink.

”Low key.”

White Chen light a smile, in the eyes under, toward the transmission array.

To be able to come to the Shenwu meeting and play in front of those old men in the temple of Xinglan, in fact, Baichen is still a little dark and cool.

I just don't know what kind of expression they would have if they knew his identity.

As soon as the scene changes, Bai Chen's figure suddenly appears on the challenge arena. In front of him, he is an old man with a pair of scissors. His shape is strange and his eyes are rather cloudy.

Sobs, the uproar shrouded in the venue, let the old man named yijianmei, more excited.

”Haha, I'm so lucky that I can meet the players from southern regions.” The old man picked up the big scissors and waved them twice in the air. The roaring wind broke out two waves in the air.

Bai Chen shakes his neck and looks at the strange old man in front of him calmly, and finally falls on his feet.

That cut plum's big feet, like bear's paw, several times bigger than usual, and his feet are all hairy, looking hairy.

”Tut Tut, you are worthy of being the strong one in the sparrow temple, and there are so many hairs ~” Bai Chen said with a smile.

”How dare you mock me?” A cut plum old eyes a lift, appear a little disdain.

”No, I'm actually thinking that if you go to the challenge arena barefoot, you'll stink the challenge arena of the competitors. Will you invite the temple people to clean it later?”