: 885, your next opponent is me.

885, your opponent in the next game is me. Mingwuyan sees that his own Van Gogh master is coming, and he sat down.
Others saw the head and personally watched, and did not dare to speak again, quietly watching the venue.
Fanyin’s head glanced at the test venue, and then his eyes fell on his little apprentice.
Snow Yantou, do you think this contest will win?

Mingwuyan sees his master asking this question, and he didn’t even think about it: "It must have been the victory of the Van River brother."
The head of the Fanyin smiled and laughed. This girl is really a straight child. Just like the original Tongshi, I believe that there is no reason to believe in one person.
I remember that when I was not in the position to participate in qualifying, many people started a gambling game. The gambling was that their opponent’s brothers won, but the younger brother did not think about it. He bought all the family members and won himself. ......
Thinking of the past, Fanyin’s head sighed with a sigh of relief. Tong’s brother is now looking like this. Although he is not dead, he is also very painful. He can’t save Tong’s younger brother, but he hopes that his talented little apprentice can save him. of.
I believe that this girl also thinks this way!
However, it will be a moment when the head is fascinated. The Fan River has been injured by Song Lin, and it is obviously falling behind.
Mingwu Yan is distressed. If this is not a test, she really wants to help the brothers of the River.
"Taro, calm point. Since I believe him, I believe with all my heart. Two years ago, the boy of Van River was also defeated in the assassination of Song Lin. After two years, if you do not grow, the future will be worrying. what!"
The head of the Fanyin is to understand the Vatican River, because this kid is a disciple of him and Tongshidi. Tongshi’s brother often recites it. In the future, the Van Gogh door will be handed over to the Vatican. Therefore, he arranges for any of the Vatican in the Sanskrit Gate. Training is also a top priority.
In fact, his strength is not only in the eleven, so that he has been staying in eleven, in fact, is also a kind of protection.
Mingwuyan saw his own master of the Sanskrit, and he took a deep breath and continued to watch.
When she discovered that Song Lin had applied assassination to the brothers of the Van River, and even used the instrument to assist, she was not calm.
"Master, can you help with the spirit? Is this a cheating?"
Fanyin’s head calmly said:
It’s not clear that you didn’t come to the first test. This year’s Sanskrit door qualifying is allowed to use three spirits, even artifacts, even if the evil device is OK.

Ms. Yan was shocked. She didn't think that the requirements for qualifying would be so loose. If she wins, she can ignore the method.
Fanyin knows what she is thinking and laughs: "Qualifying, watching is just a simple ranking, but it is not. Qualifying is arranged according to the actual hostile situation. Since it is an enemy, It will politely let you stipulate what he can use and what can't be used. Because of this, the people of the Sanskrit Gate are far superior to other Xianmen in the enemy."
Mingwuyan has some understanding, just because the various trials of the Sanskrit Gate are too real, and perhaps many of the people in the Sanskrit door do not believe in each other.
No wonder that before she came to the Vatican, the Vatican said to herself, don't trust anyone at the Van Gogh Gate.
At this time, the battle between the Fan River and the Song Lin also entered a white-hot state. Although the Fan River was injured, but because it is a person in the Van Gogh door, it is also very quick to recover, but Song Lin is extended after the test time. At first, he began to feel a little powerless. His assassination power was restrained by the Vatican everywhere, and soon it became a defeat.
In the end, Song Lin lost in the hands of the Van River!
Ms. Yan was excited and took a handful of palms. When she saw that other people had no reaction, she sat down again and laughed quietly there.
The Vatican smiled and looked at his little sister, and the whole Fanyin Gate hoped that he would win.
"Master, how many names do you think I can enter?" Ming Wuyan began to make trouble with his own master of the Sanskrit.
Fanyin’s head smiled and stroked his beard.
The list should be fine. The first few are definitely not you.

The fog is speechless, and the master is really sincere!
The Fan River sat over and looked at his little sister, and seriously analyzed: "There is almost no need, the first place must be the ink heart, the second place is more difficult to say, I can enter the top five."
Speaking of this, he paused and smiled: "Little sister, you can rank eleven."
Ming Miao Yan also laughed. "Brother, are you giving me your position directly? If the master allows, I will be ranked eleventh."
The head of the Fanyin saw the two people talking and laughing, pretending to be angry: "This qualifying is a play, I want to rank eleven, but you have to work hard."
"Yes, Master! I must work hard!" Mingwuyan seriously nodded to guarantee.
The people around the group saw the younger sister and the head so close, they were very envious, and all of them stood up to listen to them.
After about an hour, it was the turn of Mingwuyan to play. After the game, if she can win again, she can enter the third round.
This time, the person who tried with her was a sister of Fanyinmen. The other party's phonology was very powerful. However, there was no danger to Mingwuyan. It was easier to win than the previous round.
It is also because she won the effort, and then counted the third level of the game, some people deliberately arranged her opponents as people on the leaderboard.
The head of the Fanyin was seen, but did not say anything.
It’s normal for Xue Yan’s head to be too good, and it’s normal to be beaten. If someone can be on the leaderboard if they are deliberately embarrassed, this will be convincing.
Moreover, this girl should soon be able to break through the eight realms, go to the Brahma sacred environment, and get closer to the time of the signing of the card. He hopes that she will have more practical experience to deal with the difficulties she will encounter next. .
The next day, Mingwuyan went to the qualifying venue in the early morning. At this time, she discovered that the person who played against her today was actually the 19th dreamer on the list.
Mengdong was also very surprised. At this time, he met Xue Yan’s sister. He was embarrassed.
Small sister, we’ve played today, no matter whether you win or lose, don’t go to your heart, let’s go!

Mengdong still has a good impression on his special singer. These people arranged this squatter on the leaderboard in the third round. I really don't want her to win!
The bright fog is very angry: "Yes. Today is just a test, that is, the 19th brothers, you use assassinations for me, and I will not blame you."
"Cough..." Mengdong uncomfortably coughed twice, and the fan on his hand patted his chest. This girl is really sincere.
"Begin!" Ming Mist Yan smiled. Anyway, she is a newcomer. It is also very good to win. If she loses, she will not have no face, so she has no burden at all.
Of course, Mengdong will not let her, just shot, the fan in his hand turned into a sharp weapon, and went straight to the chest of Mingwuyan...
That move is not the usual fierceness. The people around us are holding their breath, thinking that Xue Yan’s sister is terrible this time, and actually meets the most serious dream of fighting.
Once Mengdong entered the battle, it was completely different in peacetime. The spirit and breath were all levels of God of War. The contrast was particularly large, and the Mingwuyan felt it.
She didn't have a stupid dream, so she was also fully committed.
Because Mengdong’s offensive was too fierce, the shadows of the sky’s shadows couldn’t be opened, and Mingwuyan began to transform his voiceless voice into a Shenqin, the strings fretting, and a wonderful cloaking method. It was formed.
The powerful breath of Mengdong was instantly restrained, and his eyes flashed a little surprised.
Did Xue Yan’s sister even learn this melody and cloaking method?
Not only Mengdong, but also the face of Fanyin’s head flashed a shock.
This little apprentice is really hidden. This piano sound is quite good.
He explored the power of this mellow cloaking method and found that he did not lose the original lyre, which made his eyes smile with a smile.
When Mengdong found out that he had no way to take this claustrophosphere, he directly surrendered and surrendered.
"Snow Yan Shimei, I actually lost so fast, I am too broken." Mengdong really looked like he was crying.
Mingwu Yan smiled: "Nineteen brothers, when you collapse, I feel very good. If you cry, I will invite you to dinner at night."
Mengdong is happy. "You are so bad at this head. Forget it, then I will wait for you to go to the leaderboard. I invite you to eat!" Mengdong sees Xue Yan’s sister withdrawing the piano sound and singularity, and immediately stood up. One side.
This time, those who looked at the fog, the younger brothers in the heart of the drums, began to fear to confront her.
Because the phonological cloaking method is not more than the spiritual force, it is not assassinated than the Sanskrit. Once the formation is formed, it is the same as the incarnation of the prisoner.
Mingwuyan actually understands this, but she does not want to use these extreme formations in special circumstances. Moreover, it takes a little time for the formation to be formed. If there is an accident, it is very dangerous.
Ming Mist Yan took a little rest, just as she thought about who would fight against the next one, the ink heart came out of the crowd.
"Little sister, your next opponent is me!"
In a word, let everyone be stupid...
A person who is not on the list actually wants to master the master of the ink, this time, Xue Yan Shimei is not a half-point winner.
Mingwuyan is also bitter face, do you want it! She has to win another game before she can enter the fourth round of competition. In the fourth round, she will be qualified for the list.
Just as she lamented in her heart, Xue Yihan and the night hang suddenly appeared in the crowd, and everyone naturally let the road open...
Xue Yihan went straight to the side of the Chaos baby, scorned the little face that was crying and tears, and smiled: "Do you want to be the first place?"
The bright fog glanced at him. "Where is the brother of the ink heart, it is so good to win."