In five games, Qingquanmen has lost two, and if the third game can't be won again, then the best result is just a good and unsightly draw.

And that kind of result will definitely not be what Liushui Daojun wants to see.

It was impossible to be satisfied, and the disciples of Qingquan Sect only wanted to be able to win the rest of the battles now.

Don't seek merit but seek no fault, don't arouse the anger of the Taoist monarch or anger.

The others are better, but Wen Yun Zhenren Deng Temple, who was named as the leader of the team, is a personal disciple of the real Liushui Daojun, and the attendant is like the kind of father.

Other people can not take Liushui Daojun's orders seriously, or even take them to heart.

But he can't do it, Master, Master, Liushui Daojun taught him that he can only live and endure, even if he is a baby, he has to be more respectful.

Most people in the world think that cultivators are free and easy, ignoring the guidelines.

Scold!

Cultivators also come from mortals, rolling in the red dust to earn their lives, where is there such a free and easy way that the world thinks?

The people of Deng Temple were anxious here, and in the face of this unfavorable situation, they looked at the Xingchen Pavilion disciples who were relaxed on the other side and had the heart to guide their junior brothers and sisters.

The pressure in his heart, or panic, turned into a raging flame, and he became more and more impatient.

The two battles in front were the people who went up first in the Xingchen Pavilion on the opposite side, so they simply went up first in this one, so as not to leave the impression that the Dao monarchs above were cowering.

A good impression can get a share, that is, the competition is really lost, there are two praises from the Taoist, and the master will not be too embarrassed by them if he earns face.

Before he said anything, Wen Yun didn't realize that his heart had been poured out to the people of Xingchen Pavilion.

The two games that they were supposed to win were at least 80% of the time, but both of them were lost in a short or even short period of time.

Obviously he should have restrained his opponent, but he was targeted by his opponent......

Alas——!

Deng Siren couldn't help but have some doubts about his layout ability, maybe he was not suitable for leading the team.

In the third scene, after careful consideration, Qingquanmen took the lead on stage.

Mu Xi and the others looked up, the monk on the stage was thin and tall, with a wide robe covering his body, and a gust of wind blew through the air, and the whole person looked a little weak and weak.

The young monk on the stage had delicate eyebrows, and his slightly frowning eyebrows seemed to have an insoluble confusion in his heart, and the monk on the stage stood quietly with his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes were slightly drooping to look at the bluestone countertop.

There is the last Dongluan Senior Brother, the fine hole pierced by the ice needle spell is extremely deep into the ground, if the first spell hits the opponent, this time I don't think it will be him playing.

Mu Xi, Li Jiucheng, Ruan Yuan, Che Ze, Dongfu Anding, Zang Gu, and Feng Banjian looked at each other, and then looked at Yan Yang and Yan Ming, two brothers who had been there all year round.

Several people shook their heads at each other, this person looked very raw, I was afraid that he was a disciple of Qingquanmen who was secretly hiding in the snow, and he should have felt pressure on the field this time.

Looking at the attacking momentum of the first two games of Qingquanmen, they will not be willing to admit defeat.

In this way, this will naturally not be an embroidered pillow that goes through the motions.

"Jiucheng, how are you going this time?" Mu Xi asked sideways.

"It's all right, but this kid looks skinny, don't be scared by me. Li Jiucheng hooked the corners of his mouth with a fierce look.

Although Li Jiucheng, who has been in the torture hall for many years, is also a handsome man with eyebrows and eyes, I don't know if it is because he has been in the torture hall for a long time, he always has some cold on his body, and a pair of eyes are always looking at something, like a hidden knife peeling off your shell little by little to take out the secrets you don't want to be known, even if he laughs, it seems like a malicious calculation.

"Wait, Senior Brother Li, this person makes me feel uncomfortable, you can bring some antidote, blood tonic, and qi recovery pills. Ruan Yuan glanced at the people on the stage a few more times, frowned, took out a few bottles of special fast-acting elixir and handed them to Li Jiucheng.

"Senior Sister Ruan, don't worry. When did the Torture Hall Monk have less of these things? Li Jiucheng pushed back Ruan Yuan's elixir, and his words were meaningful, and people couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Mu Xi frowned slightly, ready to ask.

The monks of Qingquanmen made it clear that they were not going to make them feel better, so they were cautious, but they couldn't let people calculate in a daze.

"My little sister is practicing medicine, this person ...... Probably studying the poisonous way, the breath on his body is unpleasant. Ruan Yuan slowly gave her guess.

"If you are talking about the way of the ghost, you are waiting for a game in Jiucheng, Senior Brother Zanggu, this one will be entrusted to you. ”

"Hmm. I'm also curious. Zang Gu, who was also tall and thin, nodded, and looked at the stage with a little interest in his eyes.

In contrast, Zang Gu was still stronger than the monks on the stage.

"Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter. Looking at Zang Gu's indifferent look, Mu Xi spoke again.

"Got it. Long-winded. ”

There was a hood on Zang Gu's big hat, and he buttoned the hood to his head, and the whole person suddenly became a little weird, and he fell on the competition platform like a ghost.

Seeing that the people of the Star Pavilion had discussed sending such a ghost-like figure several times, the people of Deng Temple couldn't help but feel a little complacent while worrying, ha, now you also feel embarrassed and nervous!

After losing one after another, I couldn't help but feel happy to see my opponent put more effort into it.

The people of Deng Temple were secretly rejoicing, but they didn't know that as long as he looked up, he could see the face of his master Tie Qing.

The Flowing Water Dao Jun on the high platform scolded in his heart: This idiot! You can't cure people later, and you still want to strike first? You stupid person, and you sent Yi Hao up! Stupid man! I'm really angry with the old man!

The Flowing Water Daojun on the high platform scolded his stupid disciple in his heart, and the spectators under the competition stage were also discussing the origin of the two people on the stage.

They were all unfamiliar faces, and the road number sounded almost unfamiliar.

That Xingchen Pavilion's Suwu real person is good to say, in the end, he has also appeared in the outside world a few times, although he has never seen his shot, but the people who accompany him are all famous people, and they are also people with good means.

But the real person of Yihao of Qingquanmen has really never heard of or seen it.

His real name is Xu Qiu, which one is this?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they find that the people who come here to watch the battle really don't know this person.

Then I couldn't help but arouse great interest, and when I lost two games in a row, I was sent to wait for someone to come to power, as long as Qingquanmen didn't want to lose, it must be a good person!

Does Qingquanmen want to lose? Looking at their posture, they naturally don't want to!

As a result, everyone watched a competition like a cage of fog with great interest.

Someone simply opened a small handicap, and a few people who knew each other secretly made a bet.

There are even people who simply take out a handful of small snacks, you and I divide them, and everyone eats melons and watches the play together.

Some people were not convinced, and the little disciple of Fuyu Daojun, the kid named Zhuang Shi, grabbed the sleeve of a monk on the side, and said indignantly: "These two, one looks sick, the other looks like a ghost, and they don't seem to be good things, and the master actually asked me to learn from these people! I want to see what they are really good at! Brother Dao, how about I challenge them later? With this small body, I can beat two of them!"

The monk who was grabbed by Zhuang Shi wanted to cry without tears: "Little brother, you are really a strong man!"

He shouldn't have talked to this kid before!

Regret not being at the beginning!

You're still a small body! You're still a small body!

Even physical cultivation is not just about looking at the block!

"Huh, how do you know that my name is Zhuang Shi?" Zhuang Shi's eyes widened, and after thinking about it, he was shocked: "Brother Dao, is it possible that you can deduce the way?"

Monk:......

Deduction you ghost! Is this kind of lofty thing making this little sect monk with mediocre luck play!

Who knew your boy was called a strong man!

What is the name of a small body, you are called a strong man!

"Why don't you calculate, Brother Dao, which of the two on the stage will win?"

"......" monk: "You let go first." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

"You stand in the stand first, I don't know for a while. ”

"Brother Dao, hurry up, I'll see first, what the hell are these two standing still!"

After a while......

"Eh, Brother Dao, how are you? I can't see these two motionless...... Huh? What...... No one anymore?"

Zhuang Shi scratched his head, looked left and right, and under the almost crowded martial arts platform, a strange blank space was vacant around Zhuang Shi.

Zhuang Shi looked at a monk five steps away from him.

He took a few steps over and asked politely, "This Daoist brother, I don't know what you think of the situation on the stage?"

It's a pity that the monk who spoke to him was very indifferent: "See for yourself." ”

“…… Oh. ”

Zhuang Shi found a few more monks, but unfortunately everyone who chatted with him was very indifferent and refused him three or five steps away.

Zhuang Shi had to pout very aggrievedly, and he stood alone in the stands for the strange and strange stump competition.

The other monks secretly wiped a handful of sweat, fortunately this kid didn't get on it, don't think they didn't notice when they watched the competition, how the two monks who were chatting with him ran away from the crowd in a panic!

On the stage, there was finally some change at this time, and the two 'wooden men' standing on the stake moved......