Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 743 It's Not Appropriate to Use a Gun at the God Discussion Conference
When did he come?
When did you play again?

Is it time to read the letter?
But he is not on the roster, what kind of cultivator is he?
Ah Jiu's complexion was unpredictable, everything was caught by Yaoyao's eyes: "Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Ah Jiu stared straight at the winner, Tuoba Yan clasped his hands in battle armor, and the thunder drum sounded, announcing that Tuoba Yan had won this round.

"Do you know this person?" Yaoyao looked at the center of the field again, only to realize that it was General Tuoba Ping Dinghou who was once present. For a while, Yaoyao didn't know what to say, and murmured:

"Could it be that he was the one who won the game last night?"

"Last night?" Ah Jiu came back to his senses.

"Well, didn't you leave for a long time last night? There were five games in total, and one of them was wearing armor. I didn't pay attention to who it was because he was wearing a mask."

After Yaoyao said this, Ah Jiu came back to his senses, seeing Tuoba Yan returned to his seat, the huge venue was so far away, Ah Jiu couldn't see his face clearly.

He murmured, "He has no family or sect."

Ah Jiu got up and left.

"Yaoyao, what are you doing, it will be you later." Yaoyao called from behind.

"I'll be right back." Ah Jiu jumped out all of a sudden, and landed outside Yulongmen. She carefully looked at the dense list.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, there really is Tuoba Yan's name among the tens of thousands of people, and the faction is the ghost faction.

How can there be such a sect?
Ah Jiu suddenly remembered that Zeng Jin said that he was a ghost, and he couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

She returned to the mountain gate again, and outside the venue was the list of winners of the second game.

It doesn't matter, Tuoba Yan has actually advanced.

Thinking of this, thunder and drums came from the field, and Ah Jiu knew that he was going to fight the shaman's Naxi.

Play a faster game.

For the time being, Ah Jiu didn't want Tuoba Yan to recognize her, so she ran to the venue quickly and put on the veil on her face, seeing that the girl in purple had already come out, the soft whip in her hand felt a chill.

The belt on the waist was also in play, hiding a soft sword, Ah Jiu looked down, and there was also a play on the feet, with a piece of blood jade hidden in each heel of the croissant boots.

"Meng Jiuer is dead this time." Zi Ling successfully entered this round with a Tianshu sword.

Sanjie smiled and said: "This is a good show, Meng Jiuer, the future head of Zixiao Palace, will face the leader of the shaman by surprise."

Zi Ling's expression was full of atmosphere in an instant: "Brother Sanjie, can she be the head of the sect just now? What if she dies in the conference on God?"

Sanjie didn't speak.

The immune officer on the right held the long knife in his arms and said: "If she wins, I will be right in the next game."

Asking this question makes Zi Ling feel at ease, she has colluded with the immunity, and it is beneficial to both parties.

Mianju wants to take this opportunity to get back the dragon soul, but Ziling wants her to go forever.

Otherwise, why did you shoot him, the youngest old man in the generation?Could it be put on display?

At this moment, the shaman taught Naxi to take a figure-of-eight step with trembling steps, and the soft whip in his hand was automatic without wind.

With a thought in Ah Jiu's mind, Xiong Liang will play this game. Before this thought has catalyzed, a call came from the side.

"Jiu'er, that's it!"

I saw Tuoba Yan standing up, raising his hand and throwing a beautiful handle-shaped object.

It landed at Meng Jiuer's feet with a bang.

Ah Jiu Ning raised his eyebrows, and was recognized even with a veil. Just as he was thinking, suddenly there was a strong wind all around. As soon as Ah Jiu picked up the magic weapon supported by Tuoba Yan, he was greeted by "people" wearing grimace masks. surrounded by.

They sang and danced, whether flames spewed out of their mouths, Ah Jiu jumped out of the enclosure.

Taking this opportunity to look at the thing in his hand, what is this thing?Why is there still a tongue in the arc.

Meng Jiu'er touched it cautiously——a touch! .

Unprepared, Meng Jiu'er was knocked back by the recoil of the pistol, and her body was thrown towards the auditorium like a broken thread in the wind.

What the hell is this?Meng Jiuer's head was full of question marks, why did she still get angry?

Looking at the venue again, the smell of sulfur immediately filled the air. Although it was fleeting, all those people wearing ghost masks disappeared.

Puff!
Ah Jiu fell down, her body was limp.

He took a closer look at Tuoba Yan's face.

(End of this chapter)