Chapter 494
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The elders of the three cauldrons sat silently in front of the cold barbecued meat, deep in thought.
The young masters of the twenty-four clans tried their best to get closer to the gathering point of the first round. However, as the level of the beasts increased, their speed of advancement began to slow down.
Ji Qingyi led Bei Sansan west. His Water Charm Body had achieved initial success, and his control of the Charm Art was very good, allowing him to gradually stand out among the crowd.
The Sand Butterfly desperately tried to get rid of the black color on his face, but the more he tried, the more the black color spread and his hair grew.
Kimberley felt the aura of the Rotten Fruit Formation being broken. It was as if his little universe had been completely stimulated. He changed his previous hiding style and turned into a murderous Angel of Vengeance.
Zhen Xiaoxiao swung his barbecued arm, unimpeded.
Until there was a disturbing rustling sound under his feet.
Boom!
A red-headed, black-bodied centipede rose from the ground, baring its fangs and claws in front of Zhen Xiaoxiao.
"Huh? It looks so similar to the one that was poisoned earlier? Are they brothers? "
Zhen Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion and put the barbecued meat under the centipede's nose.
"Be good, eat!"
Damn it!
Where are they brothers?
It's me, it's me, it's me!
I didn't believe that I, as the lord of poisonous insects, could be defeated by a human's poison.
After eating poison once, I's body would be resistant to it!
The Black Sand Poison Centipede's eyes shone with confidence, and it took another bite of the barbecued meat in Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand.
Hehe …
It foamed at the mouth and collapsed again.
He was already used to this scene. Wiping his stiff face, he continued to follow Zhen Xiaoxiao's pace.
Opportunity … Fate …
Dali Chenguang, who had regained his ability to walk, stumbled behind Zhen Xiaoxiao.
Could it be that this was his opportunity? Following in Zhen Xiaoxiao's merciless footsteps, all the way to the top ten of the tournament?
"Aren't you going to ask me why I can't hold the saber?"
Cen Yuanqing had been waiting for Zhen Xiaoxiao to bring up the topic again after they finally got rid of the pursuers. However, she remained silent all the way, and he was the one who started the topic first.
"If you want to say something, you'll say it first."
Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes sparkled as she smiled, causing Cen Yuanqing's heart to feel warm.
Although the goddess was full of tricks, she was actually very gentle in her bones. If he was not willing, she would never take the initiative to poke at his sore spot.
"My father asked me to forge a saber." Cen Yuanqing straightened his expression and started talking.
Actually, there wasn't a long story to tell, because in the first half of his life that he could remember, his life was all related to the saber.
It was raining, and it was very cold. Since he couldn't go out, he decided to practice his saber.
The sun was out, and the weather was so good. How could he not practice his saber?
Did they have a festival? Hahahaha, it's a good day, let's refine a saber to celebrate.
Prepare a birthday present for his mother? Why go through so much trouble? It was best to show off a broadsword!
What? Those cousins all wanted the position of the young master of the Mystical Eagle Stream? It's okay. When they're done, we'll go up and compete with our sabers …
Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. Cen Yuanqing complained for a full hour about the saber.
"It sounds really tragic. Just like how I like eating my father's red braised pork. If he forces me to eat it for a whole month, I'll throw up too."
Zhen Xiaoxiao listened patiently and looked at Cen Yuanqing's face with sympathy.
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