He looked at the picture outside the house with his eyes slightly condensed.

The short figure with a scent of cold and cold all over his body seemed to be practicing the most vicious martial arts in the world, why is the aura a little familiar?

But at this moment, why bother thinking about those things?

"We are destined to die, that child is still young, and what he is going to do today is important and cannot be disturbed,"

Bianyanghong is answering Su’s confusion just now.

Wuqiongbi didn't care about these things at all. She looked at Qiusu with disgust and shouted: "What the hell are you?"

Qiu Su smiled and said nothing.

His smile was ugly and the chill was strong.

Wuqiongbi's expression was even more disgusted.

Bie Yanghong said, "I saw the breath of a senior in you. Could it be that he has really practiced such an evil technique?"

Listening to this, Su Su remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he shook his head and stopped thinking about those things.

"I know you are very strong. Even if you are seriously injured now and are bleeding from the broken arms, your counterattack before your death is not something I can bear. So I will not get close to you. I will use the safest method and the most serious means to kill you slowly and carefully."

Qiusu continued, "Then I will eat you and try to see if I can increase my skills."

Wuqiongbi was furious when he heard this and shouted, "What nonsense do you crazy man say!"

"I'm serious." Chao Su said: "I mentioned this possibility in my practice, but no one has tried it."

I remembered a rumor and said with a cold expression: "You are indeed practicing the underworld."

The origin of the martial arts was revealed, except Su, who did not react much and was still standing outside the house.

The fog containing the poison gradually spread out.

The crystals on the floor gradually lost their final luster, and the wooden tower was attacked and could no longer support it, and collapsed one after another with a loud sound.

There was a dense sound of friction from somewhere, and hundreds of mice rushed out from the ground and came to the courtyard, quickly submerging the white pebbles.

Some of these mice had oily bodies, some had furs, and their small eyes were bloody, making them look particularly weird.

Both the picture and the sound are so creepy.

Su Su stared at the unique red and infinitely blue beside the wall, his eyes also turned bloody red, and his smile was so weird and terrifying.

He raised his right hand and pointed forward.

Countless rats made sharp screams, swept past him quickly and rushed into the room.

Wuqiongbi's face became extremely pale, and she hid behind the red man and screamed.

"Kill these ghosts!"

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...

An exclaim sounded in front of the imperial city.

Immediately afterwards, there were many screams of exclamation.

The exclamations and exclamations are connected together, and they are gradually becoming like tsunamis.

Even after a little calming down, the square was still buzzing.

That was the voice of the people.

A moment ago, a shocking news came.

——Xiao De and Charlotte, the River Tribe’s strong man, officially announced their withdrawal from the election ceremony!

The ceremony has reached its final stage, and it is only one step away from the final victory, supreme glory and wonderful future. At this time, some contestants actually withdrew?

Especially Xiao De, this true strong man at the top of the Xiaoyao List, was favored by all the demon people. Even if Xuanyuan Po was so majestic the day before yesterday and the mysterious young man wearing a hat could not shake his position in the hearts of the people, but he actually withdrew?

Why is this?

No matter how the people speculate, Xiao De and the powerful river tribe withdrawal have become a foregone conclusion.

No one knew that from the beginning to the present, the entire situation of the election ceremony was always under the full control of Mrs. Mu.

The only thing she didn't expect, or was somewhat regretful, was that Xuanyuan Po was not dead.

In her opinion, the strength of the Su realm is far superior to that of Xuanyuan Po. With the mysterious and sinister poison of the Huangquanliu martial arts, Xuanyuan Po should not be able to survive.

What happened last night? Why has there been no movement in the lower city? Could it be that the little monster dare not take action?

Mrs. Mu stood by the railing, holding her hands, quietly watching the entire Baidi City.

She took her eyes back from the block on the Red River and landed on the square in front of the imperial city.

Looking down from this height, the crowds in the square were like densely packed ant colonies.

This is probably a condescending feeling?

She still had no expression on her face, but there seemed to be a lot of ridicule and fatigue hidden in the corners of her slightly raised lips.

The black ant colony suddenly moved, as if separated by an invisible force and gradually turned into both sides.

Is this the camp?

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...

The demons who came to watch the battle naturally divided into two camps.

The number of people behind Xuanyuan Po was obviously greater than his opponents, and it was as dark as if it was a real ocean, and even the surrounding area of ​​Tianshou Pavilion was crowded with people.

His opponent is naturally the young man wearing a hat.

The young man wearing a hat stood opposite him, with some good people standing behind him, and some officials with complicated expressions.

Compared with Xuanyuan Po's voice, he should have looked a little lonely and even pitiful, but for some reason he didn't.

Or because he is too calm and too ordinary.

He stood quietly on the white stone ground like that, with his hands hanging quietly beside him.

He didn't speak, nor did he pretend to hold his arms or hold his hands behind his back or look into the distant mountains.

But everyone who sees him will feel that anything in the world is common for this young man wearing a hat.

Whether it is life or death, the election ceremony, or the next battle.

Xuanyuan Po also felt this change.

The young man wearing a hat gave him a completely different feeling than the previous two days.

If the two days ago, this young man was like a flower in the fog, unable to see it clearly and easily ignored.

Then today the fog is about to dissipate.

There were no flowers in the fog, just a real lonely peak.

Unable to climb, or even difficult to get close.

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...

Countless pairs of eyes fell in front of the imperial city and on the two figures.

The vast majority of people naturally supported Xuanyuan Po, not mentioning his origin. The day before yesterday, he used an iron fist to exert the power of thunder, which attracted many fanatical admirers.

As for the young man wearing a hat, although it seems mysterious and has profound methods, how can the people who don’t know the inside story look optimistic about him?

Xuanyuan Po’s idea is different from that of the people.

Just a meeting.

He knew that he was not the opponent of this person.

A lonely peak appears in the world. What kind of scenery is not ordinary?

The young man wearing a hat had a much higher realm than his.

Not to mention him, even if Xiao De did not withdraw, even if Chen Changsheng came, he might not be able to win.

Then he remembered what Buy Hong said last night. If the other party really came from the snow city in the north, what should he do?

"No matter what you want to do today, I will stop you."
Chapter completed!