"Yingqian!"

Ba Xing Yang was furious.

A pair of triangular eyes almost burst out of fire.

They all wished they could eat Ying Qian alive at this moment.

Yingqian tilted his head and asked innocently:

"What's wrong? Senior sister."

"Just wait for me!"

Ba Xingyang clenched his fists, snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.

Let the baby smile.

Anyway, she won't be happy for long!

"That's it?"

Yingqian snorted.

With countless horrified eyes, she heard the sound announcing the start of the competition. Shi Shiran walked to the ring and took a number plate from the elder in charge of the competition.

"No. 17." Yingqian glanced at it casually and muttered: "It's pretty good."

Good.

Hit it quickly.

After the fight, before Bai Yihuang comes back, we can go have a meal.

Simply delicious!

Yingqian was alone, standing in the corner and yawning.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came into my ears.

Then, a man's cautious voice sounded.

"You actually...really survived?"

"No." Yingqian glanced over and made a face, "Actually, I'm dead, and now I'm back for revenge."

Xi Wu paused in his steps, and his baby face turned pale with fright.

Ying Qian rubbed his forehead and sighed:

"Are you stupid? Do you really believe it?"

"Who told you to talk nonsense?"

Xi Wu muttered something, and now he became more courageous. He walked to Yingqian and whispered:

"Although you are lucky enough to come back this time, don't be careful. The Ba Xing sheep will not let you go easily."

"I know."

"Don't provoke them again, especially Senior Sister Qiluoxian."

He paused, looked around, then came closer, and quietly said to Yingqian:

"After you went to the back mountain, I also secretly investigated. The sisters who had offended Senior Sister Qiluoxian before finally left the school for various reasons."

"I'm just leaving the school. If you can save your life, just laugh about it."

Ying Qian half-squinted his eyes.

Staring at the disciples from the outer courtyard who had already moved their hands in the center of the ring, there was no hint of surprise in their expressions.

It was as if it had been known for a long time that this would be the result.

Xi Wu was stunned for a moment, and then he also looked at the ring, but he couldn't bear to see the bloody scene. After just one glance, he hurriedly lowered his head, patted his chest twice, and said with emotion:

"Fortunately, we won't run into Ba Xing Yang in this sect competition..."

Before he finished speaking, a rather loud voice was heard not far away.

"Senior Brother Ba, you are No. 10, you are very far ahead!"

Xi Wu's face was completely frozen.

He twisted his stiff neck, glanced at his number plate, and said softly to Ying:

"Shouldn't I say that?"

"Crow's Mouth."

Yingqian chuckled softly, looked down at Xi Wu's number plate, and saw the bright nine written on it, and sighed:

"Good things don't work, bad things work."

Wu Xi sighed, his eyes full of anger, he tightened his thin lips, hesitated, and then said:

"It doesn't matter. If you can't beat him, just shout and admit defeat. The elders will stop you. After all, Ba Xingyang is a senior brother. It's not a shame to go home because you lost to him."

I don't know who he was talking to.

As if to encourage myself.

But before he could make any more mental preparations, it was already his turn to compete with the Ba Xing sheep.

Xi Wu's whole body froze.

Especially when he met the sinister gaze of Ba Xing Sheep, he couldn't help but shudder.

He stumbled onto the ring, saluted Ba Xingyang bravely, and said in a trembling voice:

"Senior...brother, please show mercy."

Ba Xingyang snorted coldly, raised his chin, and said proudly:

"You are a witch, right?"

"yes."

"I remember you." Ba Xingyang looked him around, smiled, and said, "You and Ying Qian were standing together in the dining hall before."

Xi Wu was stunned.

He slowly raised his head and met Ba Xingyang's snake-like gaze, feeling a chill in his heart.

I still want to say something.

But Ba Xingyang no longer wanted to hear it.

At the beginning of the competition, Ba Xingyang couldn't wait to raise his hand and throw out a burst of spiritual power.

Xi Wu couldn't dodge.

He was hit exactly right on the shoulder.

He took three steps back, fell to the ground in a panic, opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Ba Xingyang quickly followed.

The means at the disposal of the outer disciples are really pitiful.

Spiritual power is also quite thin.

Seeing that Xi Wu had no strength to backhand, Ba Xingyang simply raised his leg and kicked him in the heart.

Xi Wu wanted to admit defeat.

But after receiving a kick to the chest, even the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back.

"Aren't you pretending to be kind?"

Ba Xingyang kicked and hit Xi Wu, not forgetting to look at Ying Qian and said through gritted teeth:

"Following Yingqian will lead to this!"

Xi Wu held his head.

The blood vomited from his mouth had penetrated his clothes.

He wanted to admit defeat several times.

However, Ba Xingyang noticed it and sealed Xi Wu's mouth with his fist in time.

He is on fire.

I was not able to meet Yingqian first in the competition.

But he didn't expect that Xi Wu, the unlucky guy, would come to his door and act as his punching bag.

That’s fine.

Xi Wu is unlucky, but he doesn't want to walk off the stage in a good way!

The injuries that broke the skin and opened the flesh continued to increase, making Xi Wu's consciousness become increasingly blurred.

His face was completely invisible.
To be continued...