The Si clan are all upright people, who like to depose evil and uphold justice, and are good at using illusions to judge the evil of others. The demonic cultivators in their hands will definitely cry bitterly after a while, and all their past sins will be revealed.
Lan Jixuan could guarantee that this Si Wang was not here for the points, but he didn't have any good intentions. He probably wanted to control Shui Miaomiao to reveal the fact that he was "taking drugs" himself, so as to enhance his reputation.
This man looked so serious, Shui Miaomiao looked at Si Wang silently.
Si Wang glanced over, and Shui Miaomiao immediately stood up straight. For some reason, she felt like she had been caught cheating by the teacher, which scared her to death.
The two sides introduced each other and bowed. Everything seemed ordinary, but then Shui Miaomiao's face fell.
"It's a disgrace to our generation." Si Wang opened his mouth and said, "If you admit the mistakes you made and sincerely repent, I will be merciful and won't let you show your shame to the public."
Shui Miaomiao, who had no intention of explaining for a long time, listened indifferently to Si Wang's somewhat silly words, and casually replied: "Showing my ugliness? How do you want me to show my ugliness? You also want to take off my clothes!"
After saying this, Shui Miaomiao felt the strange silence around her and wished she could slap herself in the mouth.
I was so angry that I forgot that there were so many people watching.
Can she take it back?
Shui Miaomiao glanced at Si Wang, as if her whole body was shaking with anger at her words.
"Uh, what does Miaomiao mean, what is it called?" Regarding Shui Miaomiao, Hua Yixian has always been the best at picking out key words.
"It should be referring to Wu Gaojian in the first competition." Lan Jixuan tried to keep up with his thoughts.
"Yes!" Leng Ningchi clapped his hands and said angrily: "After the first competition, Miaomiao's coat was gone!"
Put Wu Gaojian in a sack! Wu Gaojian, who didn't know where to hide to comfort himself, sneezed six or seven times in a row. Was it because he had a cold, or was someone missing him?
"I thought you just went astray, but now it seems that you have no repentance or shame at all, and I don't expect you to repent."
Why did Si Wang feel so flustered when he spoke? He still couldn't fight.
Shui Miaomiao was wondering when the surroundings suddenly darkened.
It was much easier than he thought. Si Wang looked at Shui Miaomiao who was trapped in the illusion. So are these three fruits really just an illusion?
"Is Miaomiao destined to lose this round?" Hua Yixian nervously grabbed Lan Jixuan and asked.
"Not necessarily." Lan Jixuan said hesitantly: "As long as your mind is firm..."
Shui Miaomiao has never been exposed to magic techniques such as illusions, so she is unprepared and is struck very quickly. As for whether her character is firm, Shui Miaomiao admits it.
So when Shui Miaomiao stood in front of her parents' mourning hall, she collapsed instantly!
The black and white mourning hall was so dull that it made people breathless. Relatives and friends rushed to blame the person who should be the most sad.
Are you broken?
Shui Miaomiao looked at herself running away in the mourning hall, smiled, and then picked up something, an incense burner? Table legs? Or chair legs.
The table leg was easily inserted into the mouth of the long-tongued man.
Red is a festive color, so it is important to add more to tell her parents that she is living a good life now, very well, and to reassure them that her daughter will get married as soon as possible, so that no one will slander the second elder and raise an abnormal child. 's daughter.
The 'relatives' were still running around in panic. She looked at those so-called relatives with cold eyes and helped them shut up their gossiping mouths one by one.
She laughed, and her laughter echoed in the mourning hall, turning into endless screams...
In the eyes of outsiders, Shui Miaomiao, who was motionless on the competition stage, suddenly knelt on the ground, let out a piercing scream, and hammered the competition stage.
Unconsciously, the skin of his hands was already exposed, and Shui Miaomiao didn't stop.
But at the same time, Si Wang felt uncomfortable. He was so angry at Shui Miaomiao's words just now that he planned to use a crime law to get Sanshui to admit the evil ways he had gone through.
As a result, when he got angry, he performed the magic of illusion.
He has not yet fully mastered this illusion. His master and elders have repeatedly warned him not to abuse it.
At this moment, his thoughts were connected with Shui Miaomiao, and he felt her endless sadness. They were all of the same age, and what exactly had she experienced.
Is this sadness the reason for her taking drugs?
Well, even though Si Wang was half-kneeling on the ground sweating profusely, he still didn't give up his original plan. No matter how extenuating the circumstances were, he couldn't go astray. He wanted to lead people back to the right path.
The idea was good, but Si Wang was dead in his tracks as soon as he started.
Xian Yanxian Zun, who was far away in the horizon, was leaning on the Grand Master's chair out of boredom, listening to the elders reporting on the current situation of the Ancient Immortal Sect, and flipped the table the next second.
Who the hell touched Shui Miaomiao's inner demon again!
The more you move, the more powerful you are, thinking that the curse he set to ban magic is just a decoration!
Both people knelt down on the competition stage. This competition was really meaningless, everyone thought, and then Si Wang suddenly opened his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.
"The Ancient Immortal Sect wins with three waters."
As the referee's voice sounded, Shui Miaomiao slowly regained consciousness, sat on the ground, and looked at her bloody hands.
She could no longer feel whether it hurt or not. She was just so tired. She didn't want to hold on anymore. No matter how hard she persisted, it was all in vain. Everyone only wanted to believe what they believed in rumors.
Two people came up and carried Si Wang, who was vomiting blood, off the competition stage.
Shui Miaomiao didn't know what she had done to hurt Si Wang like this. After so many matches, this should be the first time that she had beaten him until he bled.
There was silence in the audience, and someone asked again, "Is this Sanshui really taking drugs?"
"Didn't you say that the backlash has begun! Why can you beat people until they vomit blood?"
"That should be right. This Sanshui does seem to be getting weaker day by day."
"Then can you beat Si Wang until he vomits blood?"
A flash of inspiration flashed in Lan Jixuan's mind, and he seemed to have caught something. Unfortunately, Shui Miaomiao on the stage no longer mattered.
She refused the rest time and asked the next challenger to hurry up. She couldn't stand up anyway.
With an expressionless face, he applied the cream to his hands as a hemostatic ointment.
"Invite the undefeated Zong Mu'an to come on stage."
Mu An?
Hearing the referee's shout, Shui Miaomiao slowly raised his head.
Mu Cang, whose pseudonym was Mu An, pushed through the crowd, stepped onto the steps, and climbed onto the competition stage.
"What does this person mean? He was very friendly when he sent Miaomiao back last time!" Hua Yixian looked very dissatisfied when he saw Mu Cang on stage.
"Here." Lan Jixuan held Hua Yixian, fearing that he would rush forward and spit at Mu Cang, "Mu An and Miaomiao are not familiar with each other."
"Isn't it familiar?" Leng Ningchi said loudly: "Why do I think Miaomiao cares about her very much?"
Seeing his little brother again, Shui Miaomiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Did he believe those rumors?
"Are you going to help me up?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Mu Cang's outstretched hand, "You can just throw me down."
Shui Miaomiao stood up holding Mu Cang's hand. Mu Cang, who was close at hand, smiled and drew his sword.
The sword scratched the ground, lifting up the wooden boards and dust on the competition platform, blocking everyone's sight.
"You started too lightly."
"What?"
