In the old man's opinion, this was a battle without any suspense. Last month, Liuyi was defeated by Ke Bei. The old man was responsible for everything in the challenge of the title of the God of Fighting. He knew Liuyi's strength and Ke Bei's strength very well.

Although Liuyi's strength is not bad, reaching the level of the Four Fate Wheel Realm, it is still a certain gap compared to Ke Bei.

Just when the old man guessed that Ke Bei could defeat Liuyi for a few moves, the scene that surprised him happened unexpectedly. The old man widened his eyes and looked at the two people on the Battle God Battle Stage. His mouth was slightly opened, and the smile that had not yet disappeared on his cheeks suddenly solidified. At this moment, the old man's expression looked extremely wonderful.

On the Battle God Battle Stage, Liuyi made only one move, and with a simple punch, he bombarded Ke Bei with a blast. Moreover, Ke Bei cooperated and vomited a few sips of shocking blood, then closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a coma.

"This, how is this possible? How can there be such a person in the world..."

The old man in blood robe looked at this scene in shock. He naturally knew very well that Ke Bei had let go of the water, but he just couldn't figure out why some people were so stupid that they took the initiative to give up the title of the God of Fighting!

You should know that the winner of the title of the God of Fighting is not only able to choose two secret techniques in the temple at will, but will also be vigorously cultivated by the temple. Moreover, the winner of the title of the God of Fightinging is the owner and the owner of the sub-sect temple.

The old man could not understand why Ke Bei did this, so he was stunned for a moment and did not immediately announce that Liuyi won.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, he lay on the Battle God Battle Platform. Ke Bei, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up.

"Can the result be announced? I lost..."

Ke Bei looked at the shocked old man and spoke slowly.

"You. Hey, why do you do this?"

When the old man saw Ke Bei stand up, he shook his head and sighed, his old face full of confusion.

"Me? What did I do? Six-wings defeated me openly, and you should announce the result fairly and justly."

Ke Bei looked confused and continued to pretend to be stupid.

Seeing that the old man was still silent, Ke Bei raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Everyone has his reasons and reasons for doing things. This is the way I want to choose..."

After pondering for a moment, Ke Bei spoke slowly.

"Oh, forgot..."

The old man shook his head, looked at Ke Bei with some regret, and then turned around and walked towards the six-winged wings in purple.

"Congratulations to Your Highness for obtaining the title of God of Fighting."

The old man bowed slightly and said to Liuyi respectfully that he had been in charge of the title of the God of Fighting for hundreds of years. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. But as Ke Bei said, everyone has his own reasons and reasons. He is not qualified to know why Ke Bei had to voluntarily give up the title of the God of Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting for Fighting

Hearing the old man's words, Ke Bei's mouth curled up slightly, a smile appeared on his cheek, patted the dust on his body, slowly walked to Liuyi, and gently patted his shoulder.

"Come on, don't study like me, a waste who has only lived in the Temple of Fighting for a month."

With a smile, Ke Bei turned around and left. He had no nostalgia for the title of the God of Fighting God, and walked down the Holy Mountain freely.

"Great kindness and virtue, I will never forget my six wings!"

"Thank you for your accomplishment!"

Looking at Ke Bei's free and easy back, Liu Yi bent down deeply, bowed ninety degrees, his tone was sincere and sincere, and his eyes were flashing with a resolute light.

"If one day you can use me, even if you die, I will never complain!"

Liuyi stared at Ke Bei whose figure was gradually blurring, clenched his fists fiercely, took the blood-colored token that represented the identity of the God of Fighting, and turned around and walked towards the temple on the top of the mountain.

As Ke Bei said, he has to work hard!

It cannot be wasted a second, and at this moment, Liuyi is going to choose the secret method.

"Maybe, this kid will achieve something in the future."

Looking at Liuyi's back, the old man in the blood robe smiled slightly.

Liuyi was awarded the title of the God of Fighting God, and the matter came to an end. Ke Bei quickly arrived at the pavilion with a heavy heart.

Standing in front of the small lake in front of the pavilion, Ke Bei stared at the Qianhuan Compass that was trembling in his hand and frowned slightly.

"trouble!"

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head, stared at the clear lake water with faint ripples, with a gloomy face, sighed in a low voice, and turned toward the attic.

Crunch ~

Pushing open the somewhat quaint and elegant wooden door, Ke Bei slowly walked to the bed.

"Sleep, sleep, the temple people are coming to catch you soon. I wonder why you still sleep so soundly!"

Looking at the woman's delicate and tempting cheek, Ke Bei murmured in a low voice.

"I'm going to take you to escape soon. Let me tell you, although you saved me, I've returned you favor this time."

"When you wake up, everything will be written off!"

Ke Bei glanced a few times and turned his eyes away. The temptation was too great. Even if he was in a coma, he still had a charming and charming power. Ke Bei just glanced a few times and felt that his inexplicable attraction was firmly attracted to his gaze, so he didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Thinking of the future, Ke Bei's heart trembled a little. It was not a good thing to face such a woman who couldn't help but want to commit crimes every day.

"Let's go, the escape has begun..."

Ke Bei shook his head, stretched out his palm, and helped the woman with slightly closed eyes up. The moment he touched the woman's back, Ke Bei's fingertips trembled. The soft and boneless touch made Ke Bei's heart tremble suddenly and his scalp felt a little numb.

Gripping his teeth, Ke Bei trembled his hands and hugged the charming woman in his arms. He struggled to control the heat in his heart and took a deep breath. Ke Bei picked up the charming woman and headed towards the outsider of the attic.

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you. Your situation is a bit bad. I don't dare to put you in the Qitian Tower. If I die one day and pollute my magic weapon, it will be bad."

Ke Bei shook his head, then hugged the woman out of the attic, followed the avenue and headed towards the Jiushan Tribe.

The charming woman is still in a coma now, and her soul has been severely damaged. I don’t know what methods she used before she is unconscious to hide her breath. Ke Bei dared not act rashly. If she takes her to the Qitian Tower, another unpredictable change will happen.

Holding the charming woman, he walked towards the outsider of Jiushan Tribe step by step. Ke Bei did not fly, but kept staring at the Qianhuan Compass in his hand.

There are billions of light spots on the compass. Each light spot represents a hall master. Every hall master is a powerful person in the virtual realm. Ke Bei can't afford to offend him, so he naturally has to hide.

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