Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

What Huang Zifeng was thinking in his heart, Shen Gunian didn't know, he could only judge from his constantly changing expression that he seemed a little panicked at the moment.

At this time, the contest between Qiukui and Li Hao had already been decided.

Okra stood beside the majestic Snow Mastiff, raised her chin, put her hands on her hips and said, "I won..."

The black four-horned consonant fell to the ground with a bang, losing the ability to fight. Li Hao's face was ashen, and in front of the eyes of many people, he kicked his weak monster from the abdomen and cursed: "Trash... "

This move changed the faces of the people in Beast Control Peak.

But the people on the other side of Fengyumen didn't stop anyone, and some even clamored for a good fight.

Qiu Kui frowned, hesitated to speak, and stared at Li Hao with a sullen expression.

"Stop." Zhuang Su jumped out at this moment, clenched his hands into fists, pursed his lips, and said with a straight face, "It has fought hard for you, won two competitions, and is already exhausted. You don't need to praise it to comfort it. You How can you hurt it!"

Li Hao lost face in the competition, but still lost to a female cultivator. He lost face and could only vent his anger on the monster. Hearing what Zhuang Su said, he sneered: "My monster, I can do whatever I want!"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately whipped the four-horned Lingxi maliciously with the thorn whip specially designed for beating monsters. Lingxi, who was already dying and covered with scars, howled in pain.

This action made the people of Beast Control Peak angry, but the disciples of Fengyumen were very excited.

"Your disciples are still "outrageous" as always. "Jimo Qing's voice, like the ripples spreading from the river, frightened the disciples of Fengyumen who were shouting more and more. Li Hao knelt down on the spot, his face turning pale.

The disciple of Fengyumen seemed to be strangled in an instant, as quiet as a chicken, and looked at the main seat in horror.

The elder of Fengyumen who presided over the competition this time was Du Yuan. He was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he was naturally more aware of the coercion of Jimoqing's spiritual consciousness than his disciples, and even he felt a little bit oppressed.

Du Yuan calmly glanced at the peak master of the Fengyumen with Yang Jindan cultivation base, everyone's face was more or less ugly, he was slightly startled, he quietly clenched his fists, and said with a smile: "The disciples of the sect are upright and competitive. , Why should Elder Jimo get angry?"

Jimoqing's sitting posture is a bit slack, other Elder Peak Masters all sit with their waists straight, but he is the only one who sits lazily on his side, with his chin resting on the back of his hand, waving a fan with the other hand, very comfortable.

Hearing Du Yuan's words, he just slowly raised his eyelids and chuckled lightly, with a playful hint of coolness in his playful laughter: "What a straightforward and competitive person, but in my opinion, the disciples of the noble sect are cruel and have no mercy. Heart, since the noble sect can't bear to scold, then I have to "teach" you on your behalf! "

As soon as the words fell, Li Hao, who was kneeling on the ground, fell to the ground with a plop, his face dead pale, and his eyes terrified.

Du Yuan's complexion changed drastically, and he subconsciously used his spiritual sense to stop him, but just as he collided with Jimo Qing's divine sense, he was stabbed in pain by countless sword intents. .

Jimoqing glanced at Du Yuan, and said slowly, "Elder Du's strength is really extraordinary."

Du Yuan was frightened by Jimo Qing's strength, and his heart was full of vigilance. He did all this just to test his strength?

This person's mind is really strict and his strength is unpredictable. A few years ago, he suddenly became the leader of the Tianjiao competition of the top ten sects. He was far ahead among his peers. , it is appalling.

"Ashamed, ashamed, Elder Jimo is young and promising, and Du Mou is willing to be defeated by his strength. This competition will continue. Elder Jimo, don't be arrogant, it will delay the time." Du Yuan looked at Lu Zizhen. Going down, both sides are embarrassed.

Lu Zizhen picked out his ears and snorted coldly: "Your disciple's mouth is indeed dirty, and he needs to wash it well when he goes back."

Du Yuan's face became more and more ugly.

Jimo Qing smiled lightly: "Forget it..."

As soon as the words fell, the consciousness that had intimidated the disciples of the Fengyumen suddenly dissipated.

Shen Gunian didn't know that the dark tide was raging on Jimoqing's side, but he could clearly feel the strong sense of oppression, which made the disciples of the Fengyumen fall silent, and even made Li Hao kneel on the ground.

Such a blatant beating is to lose the face of Fengyumen, it is impossible for the elders of Fengyumen not to stop it, unless...they are not Jimo Qing's opponents.

Thinking of this, Shen Gunian had another guess about Jimo Qing's unpredictable cultivation base, did he really only have the cultivation base of Nascent Soul?

Shen Gunian's eyes were too focused, and Jimo Qing paid attention to him all the time, so he naturally noticed the subtle look in Shen Gunian's eyes, and deliberately tapped the bitten corner of his lips with a fan, and smiled slightly.

After stepping into the Golden Core, the monk's body has the ability to repair itself. Jimo Qing deliberately did not allow the wound to heal. Anyone with experience can easily see how the wound at the corner of his mouth came about.

Shen Gu Nian thought speechlessly: Jimo Qing's nature is a wave, right?It's a dog and a wave!

"Fucking, don't you still bet or not?" Shen Gunian caught a glimpse of Li Hao walking down the field with the support of his fellow disciples, and replaced another disciple to compete.

"I..." Huang Zifeng was a little undecided, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which showed the horror of Jimo Qing's spiritual pressure just now.

"Wait." Shen Gu Nian suddenly ignored Huang Zifeng, turned around and walked towards Zhuang Su who had his back turned to him.

Zhuang Su was discussing something with Ding Yi and the others, and it looked quite normal, but Shen Gunian was sensitive to the subtle changes in Zhuang Su's expression, especially when he looked at Li Hao.

Shen Gu Nian couldn't help but think of that night...

"Junior Brother Zhuang." Shen Gu Nian patted him on the shoulder.

Zhuang Su seemed to be taken aback, and said in surprise, "Senior Brother Shen, why are you here..."

As he said that, he glanced at Huang Zifeng and wondered with displeasure: "Didn't you whisper to Huang Zifeng? What are you doing here?"

Shen Gunian raised his eyebrows: "Junior Brother Zhuang, why do you say that like jealousy?"

Zhuang Su had a thin skin and immediately blushed: "Nonsense, I don't have one."

Shen Gunian observed his expression calmly, and said suddenly: "Are you very angry?"

Zhuang Su nodded, and said sullenly: "They treat monsters too badly, I don't like them."

Shen Gu Nian touched his chin thoughtfully: "Since you hate it, do you want to participate in the competition and beat them up?"

Zhuang Su waved his hands in fright: "Senior Brother Shen, are you kidding me? If I can't even win the battle with the senior brothers and sisters, wouldn't I be humiliating myself by going up there?"

Shen Gunian didn't expect Zhuang Su to think like this, his eyes flickered slightly: "If we make a bet with Yuyumen, if we win the game, let them abolish the ban on "Control Attributes"? "

Zhuang Su was shocked, and then began to waver.

If so, maybe he could, give it a try?