Li Wujie walked on the street like a slut.
"Boss, this, this, and this, please have a portion of them all!"
Li Wujie sold a lot of delicious food and planned to go back and share it with several others. On the way, Li Wujie met a girl with long purple hair reaching her waist, a black scarf on her face, and gray-white eyes.
The girl held a green bamboo stick in her hand. The green bamboo stick fell to the ground and made a thumping sound.
Although the girl was blind, her other five senses were incredibly sharp. The second Li Wujie's eyes stayed on her, she realized that someone was looking at her.
The girl turned her head and glanced at Li Wujie indifferently. Suddenly, Li Wujie felt a chill in his heart, as if there was a sharp edge on his back.
"Tsk, tsk, that's cruel enough..."
Feeling the vague murderous aura in the girl, Li Wujie's desire to commit suicide emerged from his heart. He shouted to the girl: "Girl, if there is a Knight No. 97 who expresses his wish to send someone to the girl in the future, When you go home, remember to look at the ring on his hand! Trust me! There will be a surprise!"
"Here's a clue! Mute, mute, werewolf!"
After saying that, Li Wujie turned around and ran away.
It's so exciting to run away after pretending to be cool.
The girl frowned slightly. She was a little confused as to why this man looked like the Riddler, but she was not someone who thought too much about such insignificant things, so she continued to walk with her green bamboo stick.
But what she didn't expect was that as soon as the opponent stepped forward, someone followed him on the back.
Obviously, the Holy Demon Continent has not yet developed a routine such as heroes saving beauties, and even if it did, Sheng Cai'er, a ruthless assassin who has been trapped in a cycle of torture since the age of six, would not care about it.
"Little sister, where are you going, let me help you."
The boy, who was even more handsome than a woman, walked up to Cai'er and asked with concern.
"Are you Knight No. 97?"
Cai'er asked, recalling what the guy said just now.
"ah?"
The young man did not expect that the girl could accurately tell his ranking. He instinctively replied: "Yes, I am Knight No. 97 Long Haochen."
"..."
Cai'er was silent for two seconds. She couldn't understand this slightly strange situation. She was only twelve years old, and half of that time was spent as the good girl of the family, and the other half was spent killing and being killed.
She has obviously never experienced this kind of magic scene.
Because she didn't like being followed, Cai'er prohibited the Assassin Temple Yingtang from following her around at this moment, so no one could help Cai'er solve her doubts.
While Cai'er was wondering what the guy's words meant just now, Long Haochen was also observing Cai'er.
For some reason, Long Haochen felt that Cai'er looked particularly familiar, as if he had seen this girl before.
'Ring, mute, werewolf! '
Cai'er suddenly thought of something, her body trembled slightly, and her slender body tensed slightly.
A stream of spiritual power moved toward Long Haochen's hand. When the spiritual power touched the forget-me-not ring, she was sure.
It's him, it's him...
"What bad thing did your kid do? Did you hook up with that girl?"
Looking at Li Wujie with a smirk on his face, Wang Yuanyuan took the rice handed over by Li Wujie and asked casually.
"Do you believe me when I say I molested a little girl?"
"Um?!"
A calloused hand was instantly placed next to Li Wujie's ear. Li Wujie felt the strength on it and was sure that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation, his ear would suffer today.
"It's wrong, it's wrong, I'm not happy anymore."
"Am I the kind of person who teases little girls?"
"Then you just..."
"I met a little girl on the way. She is an acquaintance of ours."
"we?"
"Well, we'll see when we get to the internal competition. That girl is an assassin, and she's the number one assassin. I can't bear to tease a fifth-level assassin."
Li Wujie passed this level and then continued the selection competition honestly.
There is nothing good to say about the match in the Priest Temple. Before the two brothers met, all the opponents were just chickens and dogs.
Li Wujie relied on his powerful external spiritual power to start the battle. Before the opponent could even open his shield, Li Wujie pinned him to the ground, shocking the other contestants.
Priest No. 19 was dumbfounded. How could there be such a priest? In a normal priest competition, he would first set up a shield and a halo for himself, and then fight each other with the Holy Light and the Holy Light Hammer.
Basically, the outcome depends on the evaluation of the referee panel.
Li Wujie came up without saying anything about his martial virtues. Without saying a word, he grabbed the girl by the neck and pushed a cute little girl to the ground. He put his fist on the temple and asked in a low voice: "Do you know me? I don't know you." The fist was on the face. It would not look good if such a beautiful face was swollen into a pig's head."
Pastor No. 19 was frightened and cried on the spot.
Looking at the pastor who was crying after being beaten by him, Li Wujie didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt in his heart.
If you can't bear this kind of injury, how can you still go into battle and kill the enemy?
I am saving her life in advance to prevent a living life from being crippled by the claws of the devil.
When the crying Pastor No. 19 was taken off the stage, no one among the contestants dared to look at him.
"The next match will be between Priest No. 2 and Priest No. 41."
Pastor No. 41 is a young man. He originally wanted to hold on for a while, but when Sima Xian took out the fine iron rod from the storage equipment, he decisively gave up.
The rest of the finals of the Priest Temple were held in this weird atmosphere. Even Priest No. 1 contestant Lu Yi was resisted by the girls. Wherever the three men went, all the contestants automatically Stay away.
In the end, Lu Yi took the third place with a MMP look on his face, leaving the Xiucheng brothers to grab the first place.
Lu Yi: Whoever wants to compete with these two monsters for first place can do it. I’ve had enough.
On the ring, Sima Xian and Li Wujie looked at each other.
"Hey, how about I vote?"
Sima Xian's mood is stable. Anyway, no matter who wins or loses, they both build the city. Xuan Yi wins, okay?
Xuanyi will compete for the city's consulship next. Cultivating outstanding members of the demon hunting group is also an achievement. Xuanyi not only trained them, but also raised two after one.
As for Xuanyi's rival Guiying, his son for whom he had high hopes, it was said that he didn't even enter the internal competition, and the father and son had already gone home in despair.
And looking at the situation of Sima Xian and Li Wujie, I'm afraid there is hope for the top ten in the internal competition!
"No, I haven't practiced for a long time. Come and try?"
"good!"
With a bang, the fine iron rod in Sima Xian's hand was violently inserted into the ground.
All the priests, including the big guys on the stage, looked at the fine iron rod that was inserted into the ground by Sima Xian for more than a foot, and their expressions were extremely exciting.
The faces of several priests were twitching. Of course, their external spiritual power can do this, but what kind of cultivation are they?
Seventh and eighth levels.
What kind of cultivation is that boy?
The fifth-order outcrop.
"How much external spiritual power does this little monster have?"
Cardinal Ruoshui shook his head when he saw the shocking scene on the stage, not only because of Sima Xian's stick, but also because Sima Xian ripped off his robe with a loud roar.
