The Heaven’s Jailer

"It's still a small bison fork..."

Looking at Ono's movements, the big fat rabbit secretly sighed. To be honest, he had just been able to win easily, and it was suspected of opportunism, but Xiaoye, this is the real ability of replacing fakes.

It's a pity that Big Fat Rabbit doesn't have the talent for skill training.

Otherwise, I really have to learn from Ono, and this thing is like a good medicine for four or two doses. Face-to-face duel, crossing a big realm, is already the limit, and can be assisted by a formation, crossing two or even three big realms is possible.

The most important thing is that Ono has just started, and he has been in contact with the formation, but in just a few days.

"It's the Profound Pill Realm again, go ahead and be more careful."

Where did Yu Wenzhuo know Ono's power? He glanced back and pointed out a small immortal cultivator.

"Yes!"

This little fairy cultivator flew onto the ring.

With Yang's lessons learned, this little fairy cultivator was extremely cautious, and he didn't even dare to walk to the center of the ring. Seeing that the opponent was not in a hurry to attack, Ono didn't see him and continued to "greet" the people under the ring.

The formation method pays attention to excellence, giving Xiao Ye enough time to set up, and it is impossible to defeat the great immortal cultivator.

"Can you still fight?" After waiting for a long time, seeing that Ono was greeting others, but did not greet himself, the little fairy cultivator of Yuwen tribe finally couldn't help but asked in a deep voice.

"I thought you weren't ready." Ono smiled embarrassedly, looking harmless.

"I'm already ready." Xiaoxian of Yuwen tribe said in a deep voice.

"Then I can start." Ono took a deep breath.

The little fairy of Yuwen tribe suddenly became vigilant.

However, after waiting for a long time, Ono still did not move.

The little fairy of the Yuwen tribe rushed up with the heart, but was afraid of being deceived by the other party, and couldn't help but say with a cold voice, "You are starting!"

"It's already started." Ono smiled slightly.

"It's already started?" Xiaoxian of Yuwen tribe frowned.

"Look behind you!" Xiao Ye pointed to the back of Yuwen Tribe Xiaoxian.

"Behind?" Xiaoxian of Yuwen tribe was about to turn his head subconsciously, but suddenly realized something and said with a cold snort, "I want to fool me with such a clumsy acting? When I turn around, you will definitely attack me."

"Uh……"

Ono was startled, and raised a thumbs up to the little fairy of Yuwen tribe.

"Be careful!"

"Be careful behind!"

And just when the little fairy of Yuwen tribe felt extremely good about himself, behind, in the formation of Yuwen tribe, there suddenly came one after another reminder.

If the people from the Zuoqiu League shouted, the Xiaoxian of the Yuwen tribe would definitely think that the people from the Zuoqiu League were cooperating with Xiaoye, but now, it was the Yuwen tribe who was calling.

There was even the voice of the high priest Yu Wenzhuo.

"not good!"

The little fairy of the Yuwen tribe quickly turned around. At this moment, he discovered that a giant palm transformed from silver light was slowly leaning out from under the ring, moving closer to his body.

"What the **** is this?"

Xiaoxian of the Yuwen tribe was startled and involuntarily took a step back, but he suddenly remembered that Ono was behind him. Such a step back would undoubtedly lead him to death.

Therefore, he drew abruptly to the side.

However, just as he was about to land, another giant hand came out from under the ring and grabbed his ankle.

The little fairy of the Yuwen tribe was startled and tried to break free, only to find that the power of the giant hand was too great to resist. As a newly promoted fairyland cultivator, he did not have any fairy soldiers in his hands.

Without bare hands, there is no other way.

And at this moment, the first giant hand that had already escaped, also rushed up, and grabbed the small fairy cultivator by the neck.

There are two hands to cooperate, and the posture of the Xiaoxian repairer is divided.

"violent!"

Feeling that death is approaching, the little fairy cultivator of the Yuwen tribe gritted his teeth and his whole body suddenly swelled. After a short while, he changed from the silhouette of a person to the silhouette of a bear.

"Monster?"

The many practitioners of Zuoqiu League and Yuwen tribe all looked shocked.

At this time, the giant hand formed by the formation of the formation was unable to support it and completely shattered.

Seeing that his carefully arranged formation was broken by a small fairy, Ono couldn't help frowning. However, Ono could not only rely on the formation, he was pregnant with the blood of the ancient heavenly phoenix, and had been baptized by the blood pool. Ono’s own combat power, Not worse than the big fat rabbit.

At the moment when the giant hand of the formation collapsed, Ono was already bullying him.

"Boom boom boom..."

In the blink of an eye, Ono banged four punches on the little fairy of Yuwen tribe, and the little fairy grunted like a broken kite, flew off the ring, and fell heavily to the ground.

In the next moment, the body resembling a giant bear, like a kicked ball, shrank bit by bit, and finally turned into a thin body.

"puff……"

Looking at Ono standing on the edge of the ring, the little fairy of the Yuwen tribe suddenly spouted blood.

"Go down!" Yu Wenzhuo waved his hand, and someone immediately lifted the injured Xiaoxian down.

Looking back at Ono, Yu Wenzhuo's mouth twitched. Unexpectedly, this profound pill realm practitioner turned out to be a magic refiner. At the edge of the Eastern Region, such a remote realm, the magic refiner is definitely a rare species.

Fortunately, no matter how powerful the opponent is, it can only be better than one game.

The victorious Ono stepped back from the ring silently, his face expressionless.

It wasn't until he came to Mu Xueqing and the others, that he whispered, "I think the Yuwen tribes who are in battle have problems."

"What's the problem?" Mu Xueqing asked.

"I can't tell, it's not normal anyway." Ono murmured.

The refining master knows everything, this is the intuition of the refining master.

"Three to three!"

However, the ordinary cultivators of Zuoqiu League don't care about this. They only know that after Ono's victory, the gambling battle of nine games and five wins has become three to three draws.

The morale that was originally low rose instantly.

"I'll come for the next game!" At this moment, Ye Ruolan stood up.

Everyone naturally has no opinion.

Next, there is a competition without suspense. Regardless of Ye Ruolan’s cultivation base, the soul race body that has undergone the baptism of the rules can crush countless people, even Yu Wenzhuo in the realm of the great immortal. Nor could it be Ye Ruolan's opponent.

After winning easily, Ye Ruolan retired from the ring blankly.

"It's my turn!" Now, only Mu Xueqing and the high priest of the Zuoqiu tribe, Zuo Qiuyan, who can still play, are the only ones who know that he will lose more and lose less when he is on stage. Still bravely stood up.

Because of losing four games in a row, the morale of the Yuwen tribe was a bit low, but seeing Zuo Qiuyan's appearance made many people's spirits refreshed.

Because Zuo Qiuyan is as famous as Nangong Shou, Murong Di, and Gu Liangjun, while Nangong Shou, Murong Di, and Gu Liangjun all lost the battle without surprise, Zuo Qiuyan inevitably became a soft persimmon in their hearts.