My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

The big toad is now a little envious of Lu Yun.

The key is that this guy can change his body shape.

Suddenly, the big toad's eyes rolled around.

I thought to myself that I must learn from Lu Yun no matter what.

You have to use all your tricks to get her to succeed. By then, although you can no longer pursue Li Xinxin, it will not be a problem for you to win over a few pretty girls.

If you sow seeds, doesn’t that just take minutes?

Thinking of this, its throat became a little dry.

Although Lu Yun only did a very small thing, it had a huge impact on Li Xinxin's psychology at the moment.

Even, unconsciously, Li Xinxin actually had an indescribable feeling towards Lu Yun.

But Lu Yun, the young man, obviously didn't notice it and said, "Let's go somewhere else."

Li Xinxin took a deep breath and said softly, "I will pay you back."

Lu Yun scratched his head: "It's okay, no need, didn't you help me a lot?"

Lu Yun led them and prepared to move forward.

But there was a bang on the street ahead, and a huge ball of fire exploded in the air.

But these lights were not fireworks.

And it is extremely noisy.

This situation occurred during this festive occasion, and Lu Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

He is very sensitive now.

But the passers-by around didn't react.

Even Li Xinxin only glanced over there, then regained her composure and said indifferently: "It's okay, there should be a martial arts competition over there."

"Jousting?"

Peng Dong opened his mouth and asked curiously, "What kind of martial arts competition?"

Li Bao said: "Of course, they are the ones who select the masters to serve as errands for the leader of the Beiming Kun tribe."

Li Bao said that their Beiming Kun tribe has always had this tradition.

For ordinary people, the Hundred Flowers Festival is a happy festival.

But for the high-ranking members of the Beiming Kun clan, this is a festival for selecting talents.

As for those practitioners, this is a festival of advancement.

It is because of all this that the current day when the whole tribe celebrates the Hundred Flowers Festival is created.

After hearing this, Lu Yun's eyes lit up: "In other words, it is possible to contact the top leaders?"

There are only six Kun left of the Seven Kuns of Beiming, and Daxing is already dead.

But Lu Yun and the others have now returned to their original appearance.

When they first came in, Lu Yun transformed himself into Daxing and changed Pengdong into Kunbao. One reason was because he needed to come in, and the other was that Lu Yun thought he could make others submit with the help of this identity.

He could also go to the upper echelons of the Beiming Kun clan to take a look.

However, he found that his judgment was actually wrong.

Because of this, Lu Yun has now changed his mind.

He smiled and said, "Shall we go over and take a look?"

Peng Dong saw through Lu Yun's thoughts at a glance, rubbed his nose and said, "Brother, you are not trying to get in by fighting?"

"Nonsense." Lu Yun rolled his eyes: "Let's go!"

Li Xinxin did not refute Lu Yun's words at this moment, but instead admired Lu Yun very much.

When Lu Yun said to go over there, he immediately agreed and trotted over there.

At this moment, a fierce fight was going on on a huge stage in front.

The audience was also crowded with people.

On the stage was a skinny old man and a middle-aged man.

The skinny old man had gloomy eyes, a mustache, and a sinister aura.

Middle-aged men are hot-tempered, have red faces and broad cheeks, and are burly in stature.

The two walked slowly around the ring.

They are all looking for opportunities to find each other's weaknesses.

Lu Yun only took a glance and said, "This red-faced man will definitely lose."

His words were heard by a young man holding a feather fan next to him, and he closed the fan in his hand instantly.

In fact, this kind of ring selection is a selection for senior people, but for the onlookers, it is still a gamble.

It's like betting on horses, they can bet on who will win and who will lose.

If you win the bet, you get money; if you lose the bet, you lose money.

And this young man Liang Jinghua is the red-faced man who likes gambling.

His father is an extremely famous wealthy businessman here, well-known throughout the Beiming Kun clan for his unique vision.

Liang Jinghua is naturally not bad either.

So when Liang Jinghua bet on the red-faced man to win, many people followed suit.

This gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Only a very few people can win by betting on that gloomy old man.

But at this moment, Lu Yun just took a look and started to predict the outcome, saying that the red-faced man could not win.

This made Liang Jinghua secretly unhappy.

Money means nothing to him, but this fame is the key to his future success or failure.

So he closed the feather fan, stood up and walked towards Lu Yun, shouting, "Brother, who did you say won and who lost just now?"

Although Liang Jinghua's voice was not too harsh, Lu Yun could still see the hostility in his eyes clearly.

Therefore, Lu Yun just glanced at him and said, "The gloomy old man wins, and he can defeat the red-faced man within three moves."

Li Xinxin knew Liang Jinghua and knew that this playboy was not someone to be trifled with.

If you offend him, you will have to dig a grave for him even if you die.

After all, their current situation was not very good, so Li Xinxin quickly pulled Lu Yun and signaled him not to continue.

Lu Yun is not afraid!

Lu Yun has always had this bad temper.

Besides, what can a young master do?

"Ha ha……"

Liang Jinghua once again threw away the feather fan, but he had already walked in front of Lu Yun and met his eyes.

Then his voice became a little heavy and he said: "I'll give you a chance to organize your words. Say it again, who will win?"

Lu Yun was getting a little impatient with this guy.

He didn't know Liang Jinghua.

Just staring at him and asking what he was doing?

Isn't it that there is a serious illness?

So Lu Yun said impatiently: "Go away, don't disturb me from watching the game."

Liang Jinghua: “…”

Li Xinxin: “…”

No one has ever dared to say such words to Liang Jinghua.

But isn’t this kid in front of me a little too arrogant?

How dare you speak such outrageous and frightening words?

When the servant who followed Liang Jinghua heard this, his face darkened and he immediately pointed at his nose and cursed him.

However, Liang Jinghua raised his hand to stop his men's behavior.

But at this moment, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

It's the Hundred Flowers Festival now, so it's not convenient to cause trouble.

However, he remembered the grudge against Lu Yun.

Although Lu Yun asked him to go aside, Liang Jinghua had no intention of leaving like that.

He raised his hand and patted Lu Yun on the shoulder.

Looking at his hand, Lu Yun's face darkened: "I advise you to let go."

Geek!

I don’t know why, but after hearing what Lu Yun said, Liang Jinghua suddenly felt a little sweaty.

But soon, he calmed down and sneered, "So what? What will happen if I don't let you go?"