He got up, stretched his lazy waist, and said to Long, "Brother Long Yi, how are the preparations for the reception? I'm hungry."

Long Yi said with a smile: "Seventh brother, don't be impatient, it will be fine soon, just wait a moment."

He was also a little anxious, why didn't Mr. Ye come? He was almost overwhelmed.

While thinking about it, Guizu Qi suddenly looked behind Long Yi and shouted, "Lord Nanwang, why are you here?"

what!

Lord Nanwang is here!

When Long Yi and other people from the Southern School heard these four words, their brains suddenly roared, and they looked behind them subconsciously.

Lord Nanwang, that is the commander-in-chief of the Thousand Commanders of the Southern faction. He is very powerful. In their hearts, he is a god-like existence. His position on the main island of the gods is second only to the north and the south.

Basically, he rarely leaves the area of ​​the Thousand Corps, so how could he come to them now.

Ghost Foot Seven saw everyone's attention being distracted, and was overjoyed: the opportunity has come.

He jumped up without hesitation and flew out to a height of dozens of meters.

Seeing that he was about to fall on the mountain, he never thought that a rope would suddenly fly out in the distance and slammed into the Ghost Feet Seven Feet.

Then the rope shrank hard, and Ghost Foot Seven was pulled down by the rope, and fell heavily to the ground.

The speed of the rope was too fast, like lightning and fire, and Ghost Foot Qizhi finally recovered when it fell to the ground.

He fell hard this time, he vomited blood, his teeth fell off, and his jaw was so painful that it seemed to be broken.

But compared with the fear in my heart, this little pain on my body can be ignored.

"Damn, who is so fast and so powerful."

"Even Jin Chanzi and Dragon King can't do this. How can there be such good players in the Centurion."

Ghost Foot Seven struggled to stand up, but the rope was too tight, and Ghost Foot Seven couldn't break free at all.

He was puzzled: the rope was just wrapped around his leg at will, how could it be tied so tightly.

In the next second, Guizu Qi's emotions were on the verge of collapse: because he watched helplessly, the rope on his leg dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. After three seconds, the rope completely disappeared without a trace.

Damn it, damn it, how could the rope disappear out of thin air.

It's not magic, it's magic.

In fact, the rope was materialized by Ye Wudao's energy, and it was Ye Wudao who had withdrawn his energy just now, so the rope disappeared.

Here, Long Yi and the others saw the empty space behind them, and immediately realized that they had been deceived.

They hurriedly turned their heads and found that Guizu Qi was actually paralyzed on the ground, his head smashed with blood.

There is no doubt that Guizu Qi was deceiving them just now and giving himself an opportunity to escape.

But for some reason, Guijiao Qi fell off the mountain, and no one escaped.

Long Yi was provoked and scolded: "Seventh brother, what do you mean? Wouldn't it be too rude to leave without saying goodbye?"

Ghost Foot Seven didn't care about Long Yi at all.

All his attention was in the direction where the rope disappeared.

The owner of the rope, who is sacred.

If he is targeted by him, there is a high probability that there will be no way to survive.

Soon, a powerful and majestic figure came out.

Ye Wudao!

Ghost Foot Qi only glanced at him, and even if he believed that this was a big man, Ten You** was the new commander of the Southern faction.

Facts have proved that Guizuoqi's guess is indeed correct.

When Long Yi and the others saw Ye Wudao, they knelt down and greeted him: "Mr. Ye, you are here."

Ye Wudao nodded, his eyes swept around Ghost Foot Seven: "You are called Pig Foot Seven?"

People laughed.

Ghost Feet Seven is called Pig Feet Seven, and Mr. Ye still has such a bad taste.

Guizuo Qi said angrily, "I'm called Guizuo Qi, not Pig's Foot Qi."

Ye Wudao: "It's okay, from now on, you will be called Pig's Foot Seven."

Ghost Feet Seven: "What am I..."

The commander-in-chief of the dignified southern faction's centurion regiment, seeing his first face, first gave himself a nickname, what kind of decency. JrNovels.com