Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

He Jiaojiao had just jumped out of the water mist and before she could take a breath, a huge deep pool suddenly appeared from under her feet. She was slowly wrapped in it and slowly rose up, forming a huge water ball. The water ball itself was spinning constantly. He Jiaojiao couldn't breathe inside the water ball, and was being rolled around. She choked on several mouthfuls of water and gradually lost consciousness. The body swayed softly with the swaying of the water.

After confirming that He Jiaojiao had lost her fighting ability, the girl put her down, without even looking at her, and bowed to herself.

The audience cheered for the girl.

Guan Xingchen ordered several people to come up and carry He Jiaojiao away.

The contest continues.

This girl is so powerful. Luo Qingyan watched the girl leave with admiration in her heart.

The head of the Purple Shirt Palace is a kind old lady. She became even more kind when she saw the disciples of her sect giving her a smile like a flower.

The seventh prince's face turned completely dark. He Jiaojiao not only lost her life, but also lost the martial arts competition. He was so embarrassed that he was embarrassed at his grandma's house. Unable to sit still any longer, he had no intention of watching the competition, so he walked away dejectedly.

Xuan Yi looked at Luo Qingyan's gentle face and unconsciously wanted to get closer to her.

Luo Qingyan frowned and said dissatisfiedly to Xuan Yi, "Xuan Yi, don't squeeze me. If you squeeze me again, I will be squeezed into a meat pie by you..." Then she complained in a low voice.

Xuan Yi thought it was funny how she muttered, and his own mood improved unconsciously.

The person who was competing with Luo Qingyan was a boy from Zhongminglou. Luo Qingyan followed Qingfeng's words and kept hiding her strength. She lazily walked into the competition venue, yawned untimely and shed tears.

The person opposite is unhappy. Does this girl's attitude mean she doesn't take him seriously? !

After he cupped his fists and saluted, he smiled sinisterly.

She didn't look at the opponent and didn't make a move. She just stood there and giggled like a fool. She was a little impatient. It was a martial arts competition. What did you mean by standing there and being silly and happy? Could it be that you want to laugh yourself to death?

"Are you going to do it? If you don't do it, I'm going to do it!" She said to the man with a look of disgust.

Suddenly, the person on the opposite side moved, his figure flashed, and he kept running around the competition field. He ran as fast as a ghost. He took out hidden weapons with both hands at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye and kept throwing them at Luo Qingyan. The speed is staggering!

His aim was quite high, but Luo Qingyan almost stood still and didn't move much. She dodged left and right, turned her head sideways, raised her legs, and aimed a hundred darts at her, but none of them could hit her. To her.

At this time, the man opposite him stopped triumphantly. He glanced at the darts that were all stuck on the ground and covered the ground. There were almost all darts within ten meters of her in a circular shape.

Seeing that this woman did not take the initiative to attack him, he felt that she was frightened by his actions.

"How's it going? Amazing, right?" He raised his chin and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle. At this moment, he felt that he was so handsome and handsome as hell.

"You didn't even hit me, and you still asked me if I was powerful?" Luo Qingyan was a little confused.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to gather her spiritual power, she felt a pain in her arm. She looked at her hand in surprise. A thread as thin as spider silk cut through the skin of her arm. This thread had already sunk into the flesh and was sticky. It was coated with red plasma, which allowed her to see clearly.