System: Auto Pickup Is On

If Mo Yu could hear Zhang Fatty's evaluation at this time, he would probably vomit blood alive.

In terms of strength, she shouldn't have lost to Zhang Fatty. Just now, nine out of ten of her tricks were playing with Fatty. Who would have thought that he would be eliminated just by playing tricks. The sooner she kills, maybe Fatty won't even have a chance to fight back.

"The fourth-class deacon Zhang Yi, win!"

The internal staff deacon next to him said loudly. At the same time, he took the number plate from Mo Yu's waist and handed it to Zhang Fatty.

Unlike Luo Tian, ​​Fatty's luck can only be described as mediocre. Mo Yu only has a number plate in his hand. This number plate plus Fatty's own number plate is only two. There is no doubt that two number plates are not safe. You can give him an hour's rest at most.

Zhang Fatty's number plate, and then quickly pulled out the silver needle on his body. Then he walked away quickly, ready to find his next opponent.

The big head looked around, calculated by Fatty own. There are quite a lot of third-class deacons he can fight against. As long as you don't come across anything particularly perverted, it's basically fine.

"This way. I just saw that many deacons are going this way."

Looking at one direction, Zhang Fatty is about to go. But as soon as he reached the intersection, a familiar figure slowly walked out of the crowd. She folded her arms and looked at him with a smile on her face.

When Zhang Fatty saw this person, he froze in place.

"Oh my lovely Little Brother. Long time no see!"

The visitor opened his arms, full of enthusiasm.

Zhang Fatty's thighs were trembling, his lips were trembling, and all the blood was gone from his face.

"Come on, my Little Brother. Fight with me. Let me see how you've progressed during this time?"

The visitor walked quickly, every step seemed to step on Zhang Fatty's heart. Fatty let out a silent wail in his heart at this moment.

How could it be so unlucky that he directly met the person he least wanted to meet, his own sister, Zhang Yi.

Zhang Fatty suddenly recalled the scene of being beaten by his sister all these years. Every memory has his blood.

Sitting down on the ground, Zhang Fatty seemed to have no intention of resisting. Let Zhang Yi drag him away and go straight to the nearest shield.

His obese body seemed to have no weight in Zhang Yi's hands, just a trace called despair on the ground.

Among the crowd, several hidden deacons were ready to attack. When they saw Zhang Yi appearing, they withdrew their hands one after another.

Zhang Yi also glanced around, like a sharp knife across the faces of these malicious people. All the Practitioners who looked at her felt like they had been hit by a sword. I couldn't breathe, my body hurt, and my limbs were stiff.

Zhang Yi walked to the shield, and said loudly: "The third-class deacon Zhang Yi is against the fourth-class deacon Zhang Yi."

The back office deacon looked down at Fatty, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Handling outside the shield is not allowed."

Zhang Yi smiled: "Yes, I know. I hope other people can know too."

After speaking, Zhang Yi glanced around again. Several hidden Practitioners didn't dare to look at her again, lowered their heads and walked away quickly.

Not far away, above the roof. First-class deacon Wu Qian also saw this scene. Wu Qian's complexion was not very good-looking, and there was killing intent in his eyes.

"Lucky you. Die Fatty!"

Wu Qian snorted heavily, turned and left. Seeing Zhang Yi appear, he knew that it was impossible to kill Zhang Fatty again. Although Zhang Yi is only a third-class deacon, her identity and strength are not something that ordinary deacons can provoke.

Wu Qian even felt that Zhang Yi's strength might have reached the level of a first-class deacon. After all, the holy level Cultivation Technique is in hand. Anyone who wants to touch her has to weigh his own strength first.

If you can't move Fatty, you have to move another one. Wu Qian was full of killing intent, if he still couldn't solve any of them in the second round today. Then don't blame him for really bad manners.

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Half an hour passed quickly, Luo Tian found a secluded corner, changed his clothes, and then took the time to eat a bowl of noodles.

Anyway, as long as he took off his deacon robe and covered half of his face with a hat, no one would recognize him. After eating and drinking enough, Luo Tian felt that both his martial energy and his body had returned to their peak. Secretly gesticulating the Giant God Sword Art, Luo Tian felt that he had a certain grasp of this super Cultivation Technique.

Only then did he stand up and pay the bill with satisfaction, and then put on the deacon robe. He, who was not noticed at first, changed into a deacon robe. There was another exclamation all around.

Luo Tian grinned, and then left quickly. At this moment, Tianmu had already announced that all the deacons with only one number plate in their hands were eliminated. Next, the opponents he was looking for had at least two number plates. In other words, at least half of the participating deacons have already been eliminated.

Luo Tian raised his head and scanned the light curtain, trying to find Zhang Fatty's trace. Only to find that Zhang Fatty was completely gone. Could it be that it has been eliminated!

Luo Tian was really worried about Fatty's safety, so he quickened his pace, and dodged Luo Tian to a main street. At a glance, Luo Tian saw a group of deacons in front of him.

The four deacons gathered together, standing just outside the shield, watching the battle inside. Inside, a person was beating up his own opponent.

It was really punching to the flesh, and the strokes saw blood. His opponent seems to have no ability to resist. But he was still beaten.

The strong man Deacon didn't stop until he beat his opponent to the brink of death. The internal staff deacon next to him hastily announced his victory.

"Third-class deacon, Qin Wu, win!"

Immediately, the loser was immediately carried away. Judging by the condition of his injuries, if he doesn't get treatment, he might die.

Luo Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the few people in front of him didn't seem to be easy to provoke. Especially that Qin Wu, between the moves, gave Luo Tian the feeling like a ferocious beast. His Martial Skill must be very violent. It may even be a way of exchanging injuries for injuries and exchanging blood for blood.

Luo Tian didn't want to fight against such an opponent at this time. If this is the last battle, that's fine. But now, when you need to collect number plates, it is very troublesome to meet such an opponent. Once unfortunately injured, there will be big problems in the next battle.

In addition to Qin Wu's side, there are four deacons, it seems that they are in the same group. Even if they win, they will probably fall into a wheel battle. Trouble, really trouble!

Luo Tian turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment. Suddenly a voice sounded from the crowd.

"Isn't this Luo Tian Luo deacon? You are here to challenge Qin deacon. Haha, Luo deacon is a real master, Qin deacon, you are doomed."

Following the sound was a somewhat familiar person. Luo Tian squinted his eyes, then gritted his teeth and said, "Xun Xiangquan, it's you again!"