"In the first competition, the heroic clan wins!"
Zhang Xian's voice interrupted Shi Jiushi's call for life: "Registered disciple Mu Nan ignores the rules of martial arts. I will punish you with twenty magic sticks!"
Corpse Dove's chest felt tight and he spurted out a long stream of blood.
The situation was disrupted by a pill-forming ant!
After being disturbed by an ant, the ant exited almost unscathed.
shame!
"Thank you for your hard work, Shijiu!"
Zhao Sihai's voice made him even more embarrassed.
But he didn't dare to make any mistakes, and his eyes swept over Mu Nan.
It seemed to be carved into his bones.
Mu Nan was shocked by what he saw, and muttered: "I have surrendered, and you are still looking at me like this."
"Gulu!" Corpse Jiushi grumbled in his throat and walked out of the field in despair.
"Zhang Daoshou, if someone disrupts the situation next time, I will take action myself."
"Master Zhao, my disciples don't understand the rules. I have already punished them, but they made you laugh."
Faced with Zhao Sihai's questioning, Zhang Xian responded with great sincerity.
There was even an imperceptible smile on his lips.
Only Mu Nan rubbed his chest fiercely and held up the "victory" flag with his head held high.
With the help of Wen Yuanzheng, who hurriedly ran into the field, he limped out of the field and walked towards the auditorium.
"Uncle, are you okay? I have a magic pill here, take it quickly!"
"Junior brother, good job. Take this anti-reverse pill quickly and the injury will be healed!"
"Uncle, please stay at home tonight!"
"Uncle Master..."
The heartfelt greetings warmed Mu Nan's heart.
Jiuyimen is still a bit human after all.
Even things like leaving the door open at night were done openly.
"Brother Nan!" Chen Qing's name for him also changed: "Let me just say, Xie Xuan's brother must be as outstanding as him!"
Mu Nan felt like he had eaten a fly at this moment.
Uncomfortable.
No wonder he became a Taoist companion. This way of praising others is really unique.
"Are you okay?"
In his opinion, Xie Huaiwei's concern seemed a bit routine.
"The power of becoming gods is definitely not something we can challenge."
Mu Nan answered Fei's question and continued: "If you can help me rub my chest, I will get better faster."
Xie Huaiwei smiled slightly and stretched out her slender hand generously.
Mu Nan turned sideways: "Azhen, are you serious?"
"Who is Azhen?"
"The charterer's little wife."
"landlord?"
…
"In the second scene, Liu Ling of the Heroic Sect was drunk in the fields of Jiuyimen."
Following the words of the elder of Zhilu Hall, a person flashed out from behind Zhao Sihai.
Bow-legged, pale white method, long beard, rosacea.
Carrying a black wine gourd, he seemed to be unable to stand firmly.
Drunkly, he looked at the field coming from behind Zhang Xian.
Perhaps it was because he was used to taking care of spiritual fields. Tian Tian was dressed like a villager, with a pair of straw sandals and rolled up trouser legs.
There were a few grains of rice or pill residue on the beard that had not been shaved for a long time.
A foot-long dagger, with a sheath made of weeds, was randomly wrapped around his waist.
"I said, the one from the Jiuyi Gate should walk faster, so as not to delay Master Dao's drinking."
Liu Lingzui pulled the gourd's mouth funnyly, but he couldn't unscrew it no matter how hard he tried.
I couldn't help but feel a little angry.
He simply threw the wine gourd to the ground and smashed it twice.
Although Liu Ling's drunkenness made her a little annoyed, Ye Tian's pace was not chaotic and he remained calm.
Just like when he was practicing, he was unhurried and unhurried.
"Sorry for the wait!"
Tian Tian's voice was very pleasant, and to Mu Nan, it sounded like an announcer in his previous life.
"It's really troublesome." Liu Ling drunkenly knocked on the wine gourd: "I didn't drink any wine."
"I can wait for you."
After Tian Tian finished speaking, he took off his straw sandals and put them aside meticulously. He waited patiently with his bare feet while he tinkered with the wine gourd.
"Bo!"
The gourd mouth finally made a sound.
The aroma of wine spreads.
Liu Lingzui's eyes lit up, he picked up the wine gourd and drank heavily.
"Do you want a drink?"
"No, thank you."
With the sound of gurgling, Liu Lingzui's figure became even more unstable.
Stumbling.
Bow-legged and trembling.
But he never fell to the ground.
And every stagger leaves a figure in place.
By the time he threw the wine gourd aside, eighteen clones were left on the field.
Each is doing different actions.
It's dazzling.
Can't tell which one is his clone and which one is his true body.
"Hiccup!" Liu Ling was so drunk that he burped in unison and said, "Village man, if you hit my body, I will admit defeat. There is no need to waste time by fighting to the death."
Tian Ye smiled naively: "Very good."
In the audience, Mu Nan was surprised and asked Xie Huaiwei:
"Do you know the details of Liu Ling's drunken clone?"
Xie Huaiwei nodded:
"Liu Ling is drunk. He stays drunk for eighteen years, and has one clone every year. Each clone is his true body, so naturally there is no difference between the clone and his true body."
Mu Nan was surprised and said: "In other words, Tian Ye faced eighteen great masters in the transformation stage at once!"
Xie Huaiwei affirmed: "Yes!"
"Sure enough, there is no one who is easy to get along with in the Great Power!"
"Great power is not just a title, it also refers to the understanding of the Tao."
There were more than two people in the audience whispering, and others were also looking a little confused.
There was endless discussion.
Inside the venue.
Tian Tian took off the dagger from his waist.
Extremely solemn.
He raised his head and glanced at Liu Lingzui's clones in different shapes.
Slowly pull out the dagger an inch.
A chilling breath filled the place with smoke and dust.
It also made everyone in the audience shiver.
"Hey, you can raise a sword in four lifetimes." Liu Lingzui's clones overlapped one after another, and finally merged into one person: "The old man still hasn't lived enough."
After that, he shakily picked up the wine gourd from the ground and walked out of the venue.
Stop fighting and admit defeat!
"Accepted!"
Tian Ye bowed his hands to Liu Lingzui and put on his straw sandals meticulously.
Hang the dagger at your waist.
Slowly returned behind Zhang Xian.
There were no cheers or sighs in the audience.
There was only a look of confusion on his face.
Originally, he was deeply resented by Long Zhantian, and he thought he could still watch a hearty revenge.
Who knows, I won in a daze.
baffling.
"Is this a win?"
"Have you been beaten?"
"Is it because my level is too low and my eyes can't keep up?"
"In the second game, Jiuyimen wins!"
The elder of Zhilu Hall sounded a little excited and continued to shout: "The third game, the Heroes Sect..."
"etc!"
Zhao Sihai interrupted the Law Hall with a loud voice to announce the start of the third game.
He shook his index finger and said to Zhang Xian:
"In a life-and-death battle between a born swordsman and a born Taoist body, one of them will die. No matter which side wins or loses, it will be a loss for the Qunying Sect and the Jiuyi Sect. How about it being considered a draw?"
Zhang Xian pondered for a moment and said: "What Zhao Daoshang said is absolutely true!"
Zhao Sihai bowed his hand to Zhang Xian and continued to say politely:
"The next competition is also boring. If you and I exchange immortal weapons, wouldn't it harm our harmony? Can we each get what we need?"
"Can!"
Zhang Xian answered simply.
In the first competition, Shi Jiushi's life-threatening Sanskrit sounds clearly came from Beiliu Zen Academy.
It shows that Zhao Sihai and Dodge are connected.
In the second competition, Liu Lingzui was originally a policeman from the Eighteen Prefectures of the Underworld, with a bohemian nature. Since he was able to serve under Zhao Sihai, he had to think of Wei Fu.
As for the innate Taoist body, it came from the Qunying Sect's "god-making plan": three hundred disciples reincarnated for ten lives, and all of them died, and only by chance did they get a divine body disciple.
If he were to compete with the swordsman Chen Nianru, the outcome would indeed be unpredictable.
If there is still a back-up battle, it is not yet known which prodigy from Murong Wan, the rebel from Hehe Immortal Palace, will appear.
This situation is equivalent to nine sects using one sect to fight against the four forces, but they are unable to cope with it.
And exchanging the eighth-ranked Immortal Weapon, the Zhenlu Heavenly Book, for the seventh-ranked Immortal Killing Sword, it’s not a loss no matter how you look at it.
The elder of Zhilu Hall is quite diplomatic.
Seeing that the two Taoist leaders had reached an agreement, they immediately announced: "Today's martial arts performance is over! All the disciples will leave one after another!"
A martial arts performance that started but ended very well did not attract much criticism.
Long Zhantian fights Shijiu Shijiu, and his mother regains her intelligence to save her son. Long Zhantian gives up reincarnation for justice, and Mu Nan angrily enters the court without fear of death.
It leaves others with too many emotions.
"Everyone is happy!"
Mu Nan's face dropped: "In the end, I became the bad guy."
Shijiu Shi seems to be the kind of person who has a small belly and a chicken heart, and he is arrogant with a pill-forming monk.
Especially the stern look he left at the end was profound.
Like a poisonous snake.
Mu Nan knew that the relationship was probably over.
