Food in comics

The results of two consecutive games gave the audience a kind of Who am I?Confusing thoughts of where I am.

They came to watch the game, they didn't come to be a monkey and be tricked by others. Forget it in the first game, and still do in the second game. This is too bullying!

This is not the first time this has happened. After these two days, they can't help but wonder that what they are watching is not the battle of the world's top talents, but the world's top fake contestants.

"This battle, Ivan the victor." Nitro stroked his beard, first glanced at Ivan who was lying on the ground, and then stared at Ivan.

"Compared with before, he has become stronger again! Unknown food ability is released through double pupils, and he is still a spiritual element, really old."

Nitro thought of what Nakiri Senzaemon said, that the guy's growth is visible to the naked eye, and he has the ability to synchronize with time.

"What happened?" Long Xiaobai, who was sitting in the audience, opened his eyes wide, and clasped the seat with both hands.

The scene in front of him shattered his three views. In his impression, the invincible Shikukong was defeated. This scene is like the previous match when Shikukong defeated Yantu.

Don't waste any effort to defeat the opponent completely.

The ability of the space allows Shikukong's whole person to enter a different space without fear of any attack, whether it is ice, snow, or red fire lava, even if it is scrubbing the ground with an atomic bomb, it can't hurt his hair.

In theory, Shikukong had stood in an invincible position from the beginning, but that was how it was defeated, which made Long Xiaobai hard to accept.

He can accept that I do not know how to exhaust his thoughts, withdraw from a different space, and lose to others' defeat, but such a defeat in a second kill at the beginning is completely unacceptable.

Isn't it clear that Riliao is the strongest loser to the guy who dropped out of Yuanyue, and that he is the second strongest in Riliao and doesn't want face?

"Among all the gastronomic abilities, the spatial ability is the only ability that can ignore strict classes and leapfrog battles, except for time. However, no matter how strong it is, there are always weaknesses, and mental power can just attack regardless of spatial differences."

"The failure now is better than the death in the future. What can't kill him, can only make him stronger. I don't know if you have such a talent, so do you.

Riliao-the place where the sun lives. When the sun leaves, it is the time when the sun rises into the sky, the irreversible dawn."

Hitt looked at Ivan calmly, not paying much attention to Shiranku's defeat, how much the students he valued could learn here.

What he wants to give his students is not the invincible momentum, but the courage to get up again after defeat.

There is only one person in the former, but countless people in the latter.

The school is not only cultivating one student. The kind of bright moon in Yuanyue is not what they need. The gathering of stars is not what they need. What Riliao College wants is the warm sun and the growth of all things, not the scorching sun and thousands of miles in the sky.

"Principal!" Long Xiaobai's eyes were red, and he was very moved.

"I can't see the depth at all, how strong is this Ivan?"

Xu Gou dragged his chin and became curious about Ivan. Such a guy really couldn't see how strong it was.

"His abilities seem to belong to the spirit system, very rare and extremely strong." Yin Hu said seriously.

He had hunted and killed the gourmet creatures of the spirit department, but that time left a deep impression on him, after all, it was the closest to death.

"I can't calculate his combat power, I'm all confused." Maotu held the phone and pointed it at Ivan, but there were question marks on the display.

The other people who sat in that row were also thoughtful. The strength shown by Ivan made some conspirators with a gloomy mind temporarily put away their thoughts.

With Shikukong being carried down, Ivan left the stage, and the two of the third game stood on it.

The audience had no idea about the game at this time, and even a little sleepy.

After all, the two extremely boring games in a row have already exhausted their enthusiasm for the game, and they can't make any effort. Compared with this one, it is the end of an anticlimax.

Until the moment before the beginning, they were not interested.

"The third game, Death Suo VS Bem, start."

As soon as the voice fell, the two people on the ring disappeared in place, and several explosions that broke the speed of sound were heard in the air, like thunder, which shook the audience's ears.

Having lost the mind art barrier constructed by the mind mangers before, this time, the aftermath of the battle completely affected the audience.

As long as the aftermath of the battle is not fatal and traumatic, it will not be blocked at all, allowing the audience to face the fun of watching the battle.

The tentative attack by both sides ended with Bem sliding back ten meters.

Death Suo looked at Bem with interest, with a look very much like a cat playing with a mouse, with his tongue licking his lips, as if to say that it was a funny toy.

As for Bem's eyes full of vigilance, as soon as he touched him, he knew that the guy in front of him was not an opponent he could fight against.

Very strong, too strong.

"You are very good." He walked over to Bem with a smile, his thoughts were so sticky that it made me sick, "I will treat you well, cute!"

In an instant, Bem left the place with a look of horror, and started a chasing battle with the death line. The two ran wildly one after another.

"It's a pervert." Bem could clearly feel the death rope with a perverted expression following him behind him.

As for ordinary audience members, they could not even speak their mouths as they watched at the moment. The speed of the two of them had left behind shadows on the stage, and there was even a sound barrier, with loud noises.

However, ordinary viewers didn't know why Bem only ran around, instead of running farther out. Some of the proficient thinking ability could see some clues.

A few minutes later, Bem stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at the death line behind him. The distance between the two sides was only tens of centimeters. At his speed, the two met almost instantly.

"The ruler, the gap between the thundering carriage and spinning wheel is divided into six with light, which binds it to sixty-one and six light."

In a flash, Bem chanted chanting, and the surrounding earth exuded shining brilliance. Looking down from the sky, they were chanting mantras, which corresponded to the chanting texts he chanted, standing on the mantras. The dead cable at the center of the text, six rays of light directly locked it in place, making it difficult to move.

This is a very top-level mind technique in Bound Dao. The fine control of mind technique can be called a metamorphosis level, and now it is very illusory in Bem's hands.

On the way of the battle, one mind is used to draw formation patterns while avoiding the pursuit of death ropes. This technique can be called a textbook operation. Even if it is an expert in chanting, very few people in the world can do it.

Until this moment, the people with abilities in the audience were regarded as facing Bem squarely, because he had the qualification to sit with them in the future.

"The King, the scattered beast bone spires, the red crystal steel wheels move, the wind ceases and the sound of the air long spears each other overflows the Void City, breaking its 63 Thunder Dragon Cannon!"