Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Bai Lizhi covered the opponent's face with his big hand and pressed it to the ground, but he looked up at Nalan Zhenyue gloomyly, his eyes seemed to say, it will be your turn next.

Nalan Zhenyue narrowed her eyes slightly.

At the same time secretly startled.

That man is not bad, definitely not bad, and his explosive power is strong enough, but he met the seemingly low-key Bailizhi......

Even without the strength to resist, the defense was broken! ! !

"cut!!!"

"How?"

Some people who cheered for the man before did not expect the situation to become like this. They thought that there would be a wonderful match, and that Bai Lizhi would be won, but how long has the match started!

This is lost!

is lost!

But man is not dead yet! ! !

Just when someone in the auditorium shouted depressingly, a fist formed of energy suddenly appeared behind Bai Lizhi and attacked Bai Lizhi's heart.

Everyone was stunned.

but!

Bailizhi didn't respond at all.

Still laughing.

But at that moment, a big hand formed by thoughts sprang out from Bailizhi's body, and the fist formed by that energy was destroyed like hitting a stone with an egg.

Only a click was heard.

On the face grasped by Bai Lizhi's big hand, the sound of the whole head being crushed resounded.

The opponent flicked his hands and feet, and then remained motionless.

The sound of the head being crushed made the entire meeting hall quiet for ten seconds.

Like an invisible deterrent.

The applause suddenly sounded.

"Good job!"

"powerful!"

"As expected of Baili Zhi!"

"If you keep betting on him, you will never lose money!!!"

"Yes!"

Some shook their heads, some admired, some were happy, some were disappointed, but Nalan Zhenyue didn't say anything between them.

"End!" Elder Duomeng's voice.

And at this moment, Bailizhi suddenly burst out laughing.

When he smiled, everyone was stunned again.

Only Nalan Zhenyue and the others frowned slightly.

Elder Duomeng's gaze scanned Nalan Zhenyue and Bailizhi, and then all three elders disappeared from the venue.

It means the game is over.

On the opposite side of the venue, Luo Hongyang and Luo Shuang both stood up with mocking expressions.

Like declaring war, like defying an opponent, like... provoking.

"I think the title of King of the Brave in recent years may fall to Bailizhi!"

"possible!"

"What, this is only the third floor of No.60, and where are those people above?!"

"It's not that simple. There are too many potential rookies this year, and no one knows if they will fail in the next match."

"Look at it."

Several people near Nalan Zhenyue suddenly discussed and walked out of the venue.

Old man Jian patted Nalan Zhenyue on the shoulder, "What's wrong? Are you scared?!"

Nalan Zhenyue did not speak.

Both Doge and Mu Long looked at Nalan Zhenyue worriedly, and old man Jian frowned slightly.

Bailizhi's methods should be more than these.

Nalan Zhenyue's expression did not change when she came out of Yunxiao Arena, and none of them spoke much.

And the fat man wanted to ease the atmosphere and say something, he suddenly pointed to those bulletin boards and said: "Let's watch other people's games, Xiao Zhenyue, we still have to see if we are still on the first floor. Let’s see what your opponent will be like—”