Chapter 261: ???The powerful enemy of the gas field is coming

"It's really a real word, a big tone!" Qiuxiang exclaimed, covering her small mouth.
　　 "Is that a big tone used this way?" An Bulang glanced at Qiuxiang.
　　 Qiuxiang smiled and took An Bulang's hand: "Okay, brother, I know you are the strongest, I know you are the best, then let Qiuxiang take you to sign up, OK?"
　　 "Registration is possible, but don't touch me." An Bulang looked at the reopened girl and warned, "Otherwise I will let you appreciate Xiaojun's face again and let you calm down."
　　As soon as he thought of the lion's shocking face, Qiu Xiang, a senior face control, was shuddering again.
"Okay, brother, please come here." Qiuxiang smiled professionally and led An Bulang toward the Red Mansion. From time to time, people on the road looked at An Bulang's direction, especially the Huanzong's. Some women, beautiful eyes began to flash bright colors.
　　 "Look at that little brother, it looks great!"
　　 "The white horse is like a wind, and the eyes are like stars, he is the white horse fairy in my mind!"
　　 "Brother, do you have any sheep? The sheep below me are dead."
　　 "Brother, look over here, I want your horse to ride on my grassland?"
　　 One by one, and voluptuous Nong Huazong girls laughed at An Bulang and teased.
　　An Bulang didn't squint all the way, even lazy to take a look.
　　But he didn't know that such an indifferent gesture actually fascinated the woman who made Huazong. The more indifferent you are, the more the Nonghuazong woman wants to ignore you.
　　The other men on the way saw a lot of beautiful women sneering around the Anbulanyingyingyanyan.
　　 "Hmm, don't you just have a good mount?"
　　 "Now the nuns are real, worship money!"
　　 "What's so good about Xiaobai's face, burly and strong is what a man should have."
　　 Although men say so, they have listed An Bulang as an enemy.
　　 The red building has nine floors and is surrounded by star-like lanterns. It is located in a fiery maple forest. Under the light of the sunset, it looks like a big ship traveling on the red carpet.
　　An Bulang led the horse to the registration office.
The person in charge of the registration is a woman in a tight black dress who perfectly reveals her body with a bumpy appearance. She does not lift her head and said: "One hundred spirit stones, and also report your name, and where the sect came from... "
　　 "An Bulang, Bailing Imperial College." An Bulang handed a hundred spirit stones to the woman.
　　 The woman recorded a hand, raised her head, her expression gradually became hot from the indifference, and the hand holding the pen shivered slightly, seeming to endure something.
　　 "Sister Zhu Qing, you must calm down and don't forget your work!" Qiu Xiang aside reminded anxiously.
　　 "Good..." The woman seemed to overcome something, nodded hard, and continued to record.
　　 "I didn't expect that Daozi actually came to participate in the contest. I really regret it. I shouldn't be responsible for the registration here. I should go in..." Zhu Qing said with regret.
　　 heard Anbu Lang's expression blankly.
　　 He and Qiuxiang entered the Red Mansion, and found that many men had already gathered in it, and it is roughly estimated that there were about 2,000 men. The interior is hollowed out. The nine-story red building has a nine-story table and chair stands, and in the middle is a huge stage where people can watch the nine-story building.
One by one, the flower-like jade nuns and nuns are now audiences in the stands. They are twitching melon seeds and watching the men who are gathered by the stage, or they are quite open to play or whisper. Discuss which man looks good.
　　 A notification suddenly came from the gate.
　　 "Bai Ling Empire College Road, An Bulang sign up for the contest!"
　　 The whole red building fell into a short silence at this moment.
　　Hunzong's nuns stopped talking about melon seeds, and the nuns were quite surprised.
　　 Immediately afterwards, screams and cheers of female cultivators broke out, while male cultivators were filled with curious or hostile eyes.
As soon as An Bulang entered the door, he was welcomed by the audience. Was Rao accustomed to the big scene, or was he stunned by the scene before him, especially the female screams who seemed to pierce the eardrums... …
　　 He froze for a long while, and then confidently stepped into the venue, waving at the tall building to the woman who kept waving his handkerchief, showing a gentle smile like a spring breeze.
　　 Suddenly, the nuns around were screaming with excitement again.
　　 "It's him, really he! I've seen him in the auditorium of Panlong Tianshan!!"
　　 "Ahhhhhhh!! I did not expect that the Tao of Bailing Imperial College would come here, so excited, he is my male god! I want to choose him! I want him tonight!"
　　 "Huh, sister, he is also my male god, and he has his own skills tonight!!"
　　'S enthusiasm for the female cultivator of Huazong made the male cultivators below quite unpleasant. The appearance of An Bulang was too sensational, and the ostentation is not at a level with them.
　　 "Hmm, isn't it the way of Bailing Imperial College, what's so great?"
　　 "Sorry, he is really amazing!"
　　 "We are inferior to him in terms of practice talents. But in terms of being a man, he is absolutely inferior to me." A handsome man with a lupin and a very handsome look smiled slightly.
　　 "That is, how can he be compared to Xiaolang Jun of Jade Face in terms of face value? And in terms of majesty, he can't compare to me!" A man with extremely strong muscles laughed.
　　 Yumian Xiaolangjun Li Junmo, from Beichen Xianzong, is known as the three beautiful men of the Bailing Empire. When he entered the theater, he also attracted a scream of exclamation from Nonghuazong.
　　The man with a strong body is named Situ Nan, the elder of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect. His body is extremely strong, and he is also the kind of man who is the favorite of countless muscle control women.
Li Junmo gently shook his fan and said, "An Bulang can only rely on his identity to pull his popularity, and he can't compare with Xiu Wei and his strength. Liu Qing is the top sword repair of Shenjian Sect, Shenhai Realm. What about power?"
　　 said that they couldn't help looking at the black robe man who was not far away.
　　 The man has star-eyed sword eyebrows, his face is cold, he stands with his hands closed, his eyes closed for meditation. Even if An Bulang enters the battlefield, his expression does not fluctuate too much, as if everything from the outside world can hardly affect his state of mind.
　　 Silent Liu Qing, powerful and powerful swordsmanship, not moved by foreign objects, not changed by humiliation, is also a dish for many nuns.
　　In addition to these people, there are also many men who have confidence in defeating An Bulang.
　　Twenty thousand monks, one in a hundred can have twenty to fight.
　　The arrival of An Bulang is not crushing, but just making this contest more interesting.
　　 After all, here is more man than who, not better than anyone.
　　An Bulang walked into the crowd.
Many female nuns who got Huahuazong have taken the initiative to greet them, and kindly asked if they were suitable for coming here. The red leaves on the mountain look good. Does the smell smell good? Some even asked whether to eat something. They can feed the fruits themselves.
　　 Well, An Bulang was too troublesome, and all declined.
　　 "Student Bulang, I really didn't expect you to come here too, what a fate!" Jiang Beihai, a senior student of Tianyuan Realm who had gone through the First League, came to say hello with surprise.
　　 "Senior, you are not in class at school, what are you doing here?" An Bulang glanced.
　　 "Hi! Everyone is in the same way, what are you pretending to be." Jiang Beihai said ambiguously, "Tell me, which girl do you like?"
　　An Bulang glanced around and said, "Fancy their patriarch, Hongli."
　　 "His..." Jiang Beihai took a breath and gave a thumbs-up to An Bulang, "It's a real way!"
"Hongli Fairy is famous, and her beauty can be ranked in the top ten in the vast Bailing title empire, but she has never been favored by any man. If you can win it without classmates, it is definitely one. An event that caused a sensation in the Bailing Empire!" Jiang Beihai said with emotion.
　　 But he did not report any hope for it.
　　 It is said that the current God of War, one of the eight gods of Bailing, was still in the daytime, and he also pursued the fairy of Hongli, but even he also died.
Although 　　An Bulang is a Taoist, it is still immature and not fully developed yet, let alone the Bailing Eight Gods, he can't win even if he comes to a Shenhai Realm.
　　 The other peer's peerless beauty, will see such a little white face?
　　 Of course, this is just Jiang Beihai's inner thought and will not say it.
　　 After half an hour.
　　Within the Red Mansion, more than 2,000 men have gathered.
　　 Registration channel officially ended.
　　 At this time, the sun had fallen to the ground, and the stars and the bright white moon appeared in the night sky.
The sky is full of rain and rain drops from the sky~EbookFREE.me~ A woman in a red shirt with beautiful double butterflies and a pair of sleeves fluttering like clouds and clouds fell down, three thousand green silk coiled up, and the golden phoenix stepped with her like a fat The skin is looming under the smoke-like clothes, and the beautiful face has an intoxicating smile.
　　The wide-sleeved skirt swings without wind, like a red flower blooming.
　　 She has a natural nobility in her beauty, just like the flower king peony, she is absolutely gorgeous!
　　 Feng Lan, Deputy Sovereign of Nonghua Sect, is here!
　　Countless male practitioners could not help but feel the speed of their heartbeat when they saw that beautiful beauty.
　　 "Welcome all the directors to participate in our annual Hundred Flowers Cowherd Competition!"
　　 "You will show the true character of men in this competition. If you can stand out in the major competitions and get the favor of our weavers, you can naturally have the general story of cowboys and weavers..."
"Nonghuazong, see the king in the flower? If you can enter the top three in the competition, or win the prize, not only have extremely rich material rewards, even if we get the top ten flower heads of Nonghuazong, if you get Their appreciation, you are not without opportunities..."
　　 Fenglan's voice was sweet and sultry.
　　 Her words naturally irritated countless men in the audience.
Feng Lan's eyes were swept by a group of men, who stayed in An Bulang, Li Junmo, Liu Qing, Situ Nan, and others for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "I announced that the Hundred Flowers Cowherd Competition, now starts! "
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