Chapter 2375: God's joke

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This battle brought more intense shock, so that there was a moment of silence in the field.
Under normal circumstances, they are all victorious when they meet mortals. They claim to be the strongest. This can be seen from the previous battles.
But now, Dove Hill has used two feet to end the battle.
At the end of the battle, the powerful energy fluctuations are still raging, feeling the residual energy aftermath, even the look of the six-level pseudo-god becomes unnatural.
Dodgehill fell into the field, and then indifferently swept Ziyan, in his view, the only qualified to be his opponent is the purple.
Purple is silent, to be honest, the power of Dove Hill really surprised him. He felt the other side's tricks and felt that the other party would be the first enemy.
"The battle is over, and the quarter-finals will be decided tomorrow!"
On the high platform, a cold voice came out, and then the spectators began to leave.
Today's 16 games, 16 people were eliminated, and 8 people will be eliminated tomorrow.
The driver who had left before appeared again. Without him, the five men took the initiative to get on the carriage.
As the ‘mortal’ in the eyes of these people, Zi Yan and others are not eligible to spend the night in this city.
It seems to be a smooth way, the other party first sent the purple scorpion to the craftsmanship. When getting off the bus, Dove Hill sneered: "I said, tomorrow, you should not be eliminated, or else it would be too boring.

"You too!"
Zi Yan responded with a faint response, and took the carriage to the craftsman's house.
Walking into the craftsmanship, Lei Ming was waiting for him and did not ask him how to win or lose.
Obviously, as the star of the life star, if the first game is eliminated, it is too shameful.
Back to the residence, Zi Yan lying on the bed, thinking of the daytime battle in the mind, the six-level pseudo-god's fighting methods are similar, and there is no fighting that is evenly matched, so it is not good to evaluate.
But what he cares about is Dove Hill. The strength of the other side is beyond his expectations. Even in the moment when the other party shot, Zi Yan clearly felt the tension and jealousy in the eyes of the six-level false gods.
"How can you have such a strong force?" Purple frowning, it seems very puzzled.
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The next day, the driver of the train arrived again yesterday. I saw the purple scorpion on the carriage and saw that several contestants were actually there.
"We are idle and want to see the outcome." Jia Tuhuang said that the purple of the gods said.
Zi Yan smiled and nodded. Yesterday, the few people were there, especially because of his reason. The one who was beaten by Dong was also in the moment, when the other party came in the purple, the eyes flashed a touch of cold. Light.
Once again, I came to the square yesterday. Those contestants have all arrived, and even the false gods that have failed to be eliminated are all coming.
Among them, Lynn was in the team, but it was different from watching the battle lying down yesterday. Today he has been able to stand up.
The purple scorpion got out of the carriage, and Lin’s resentful gaze was projected toward him. In that gaze, there was a gloating expression.
Zi Yan faintly swept the other side and smiled: "Restoration is good? Why, are you interested in continuing to lie down and watch today's game?"
"Hey, here is the city of God, do you have the courage to take it?" Linn snorted, not showing weakness.
"We can apply for another game. For example, yesterday's fight, you didn't play well. In this way, you don't have more chances to participate in the competition?" Zixiao smiled lightly.
Linn’s mouth was slightly pumped, and he whispered coldly:
boring!

After that, he turned his head and looked to the side, no longer paying attention to the purple, obviously it was really timid.
"Don't worry, I will play with you this time today." Dong Yin, who was watching the side, said that Zi Zi was faint.
"Exactly, I also want to see the strength of the six-level pseudo-god." Zi Yan said.
However, his voice just fell, it was the attention of a cold eye, and the words of the false gods made them feel very harsh.
Although they are not protoss, they have always been the protoss, the servants of the Protoss, and the true magic. Although they are indeed pseudo-gods, they can't hear the name of pseudo-god.
"I will make you look good." East looked cold and his eyes became very cold.
"Let's see you on the field."
The verbal confrontation between the two ended here, and only those viewers who appeared yesterday appeared today.
In addition to the dozen or so real protoss in the stands, there are many false gods appearing, standing around the square to watch the battle, the number is much more than yesterday.
Obviously, in their view, today’s battle will be somewhat worth seeing.
"Hey!"
At this time, there were light groups flying out on the high platform, with sixteen full, flying to sixteen people.
Grasping the light group, Zi Yan glanced at the number above, which is No. 6. He silently remembered this number, and glanced back at Dongyin. If he expected it, the East is also the number.
Coincidentally, Dong Yin is also looking cold and cold toward Zi Zi, and I can see that the same speculation is in my heart.
"Before the bucket begins!" On the high platform, the indifferent voice sounded.
The two on the 1st came out, two two-level pseudo-god, and the two went to the battle platform.
The confrontation between the six levels is undoubtedly very exciting. All kinds of magical techniques are endless, and the purple eyes watching the battle have a certain understanding of the six-level magical skills.
This battle lasts for a long time, but after all, there is a time to decide the outcome.
A six-level pseudo-god named Guan Gao won the victory, but he himself suffered a minor injury. It can be said that the combat power between the two is not much different.
The two men retired from the battle platform and the two played on the 2nd.
Then there are No. 3, No. 4 and No. 5.
During this period, Dove Hill, Zi Yan, and Dong Yin have not matched their opponents.
Undoubtedly, everyone agrees that Zi Yan will fight with Dong Yin because this was arranged yesterday.
Looking at the purple eyes, Dong continued to sneer. Zi Yan looked up at the battlefield. He was not familiar with the false gods. He just took the opportunity to learn more about their means.
At the end of the battle, one person fell to the stage and one won.
The winner was naturally happy. After a trip to the top, he turned and jumped off the stage.
Zi Yan looked at the number six in his hand, his eyes showed a cold smile, turned his head to look at the east, and stepped forward.
I saw the sneer of Dong Zi, and there was a stun of the face, then looked down at his own light group number, and his face was unbelievable.
"Come out, number six!"
Zi Yan looked at Dong Yin and said coldly.
"No. 6, you are the sixth?" East looked up at the purple sable, and then took out the number in his hand, it turned out to be the seventh.
Obviously, the number of the two is wrong.
Just when the two of them looked wrong, they only heard a bitter voice behind Zi Zi. "The sixth is me."
Zi Yan turned back and saw Xuan Jun, the only five-level pseudo-god in the field, which had been defeated by Zi Yan once.
At the moment around the square, those pseudo-god spectators are also awkward, which is contrary to their expectations, but it is extremely inconsistent.
On the high platform, the protoss who sat down, after seeing the changes in the expressions of the two below, their faces showed a smile. Especially after seeing the happy smile on the face of the goddess, the smile on their faces is more and more intense.
Who do you want to play with, and who do you want to fight with?
What is the place here?
If you want to play, you can win.
Undoubtedly, this is a little prank, or God has made a little joke with both of them.
After seeing the expression of Zi Yan, Yi Qian is also very happy to laugh. It seems that in her heart, Zi Yan is always so confident and full, always has a unique understanding of things, and occasionally miscalculated, it is also a It’s a very happy thing.
The number has already been released. No one has the courage to exchange numbers under the eyes of the public. If the two want to fight, then they can only wait for both to advance and enter the finals of the semi-finals.
So, Zi Zi put away the number and went to the battle platform.
Xuan Jun shook his head and smiled, and then followed.
Looking at Xuan Jun in front, Zi Yan said: "Do we still have to fight?"
Looking back around, Xuan Jun only had a bitter smile. If he didn't fight, it would have fallen into the face of the Protoss, but he obviously couldn't win, so he smiled bitterly: "Hit it."
Zi Yan nodded and said: "Yes, that means meaning."
After that, Zi Yan began to rush and punched Xuan Jun’s chest.
The speed of this hit is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow, and it is so slow that Xuan Jun can easily avoid the past.
As a result, Xuan Jun stepped back two steps, avoiding the blow and punching the side of the purple sable.
The speed of this attack is equally unpleasant, but the attack is very beautiful.
"Hey!"
The purple scorpion escaped, and the more dazzling attack appeared, like a rainbow, hanging in the sky.
Xuan Jun’s palm slashed toward the front, and there was also a brilliant rainbow of light, which broke the attack of the purple scorpion.
At the foot of the purple scorpion, the figure is spinning and vacating, and the light of the pieces of light is scattered. This light simulates the light of various energies and is very beautiful.
"Hey!"
The same point at Xuan Jun’s feet, the body followed the sky, and there were bright spots of light flying around the body. Even those spots could be put together in the air to form a variety of small beasts.
Looking at this kind of battle, everyone around me is dumbfounded.
Is this a match?
Really a fight?
Are you sure that you are not funny?
In the stands ~EbookFREE.me~ Yiqian is giggling, and has been leaning forward, she feels so purple is really funny.
The other people around are very speechless, but the Lord is happy, and they can't say anything.
Other contestants have looked at it, and this kind of competition is really perfunctory. It is simply selling the tricks.
The competition is no longer fighting power, but the degree of energy and change.
"Go down, hurry!"
"Go down!"
Undoubtedly, this kind of battle is not the battle they want, so everyone is angry.
"Hey!"
I saw that at this time, a beautiful rainbow of light fell on Xuan Jun, wrapped around him and took him to the battle platform.