"Haha, you kid can afford to lose! I'll look up at you!" came Hei Zheng's rough voice.

"Losing at this point doesn't mean you're going to lose all the time, but I don't feel ashamed to lose to someone like you, and I've learned more in this game. Liu Zhen is very modest, and in his eyes, Hei Zheng's strength and experience far surpass him.

"Okay! I originally thought that among you young people, only I was the only one who was truly worthy of the four words of the terrible afterlife, but now there is one more you!" Hei Zheng laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Hanshui lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, I haven't seen the master so happy for a long time, even if so many people who have won so many laughing and proud rivers and lakes have never praised others like this, Liu Zhen, you are really different from others.

There are many people from the five major sects watching around, and the master of the Tiansa faction sneered on the main seat, he has always looked down on the so-called chivalrous and righteous people like Hei Zheng, who are full of righteousness.

"You guys don't want to praise each other here! Hurry up and take out the "Yanqing Eight Styles" to the old man black! The people below are still waiting for the competition!" The scorpion of the Quicksand Valley has a strange yin and yang spirit, he has already won two games today, and his heart is too high now.

Liu Zhen turned to look at Hua Yan, but Hua Yan turned his head away from him.

Although I feel guilty, I hope to lose the gamble, no matter how the master and senior brother punish themselves later, they must send out "Yanqing Eight Styles" now, because he represents the hand sent by Yanqing, if he doesn't give it, then the rumors on the rivers and lakes will only say that the Yanqing faction will go back on its word, and there will be absolutely no place to stand.

Liu Zhen walked over and arched his hand: "Senior brother, please take out the "Yanqing Eight Styles"!"

Heavy fire shot the case, pointing at Liu Zhen and glaring angrily: "You want to compete with yourself, if you lose, you have to bear it yourself, don't pull the Yanqing faction out, "Yanqing Eight Styles" was painted by the owner himself for three years of hard cultivation and study, how can you be lost by you, a disciple who has just entered the Yanqing faction, all of a sudden!"

Liu Zhen glanced at him coldly, this idiot doesn't know the form yet, and saying such things will not do any good except to make the Yanqing faction continue to be embarrassed!

Hua Yan knew the consequences, and a sharp eye shot but he was on fire, not letting him talk nonsense anymore.

But if you really want to take it out, you are always reluctant, and you can't help but complain about Liu Zhen in your heart.

Seeing more and more excitement, people from other major factions are gossiping on the sidelines, and the words in their mouths are extremely ugly.

"The Yanqing faction is nothing more than that, it's just a recipe, if you lose, you lose, can you still deny it in front of so many people?"

"That's it, these old people didn't come, just letting the young people here really can't hold down the scene, that's Yan Qing's big disciple, right?

"It's not, although our quicksand valley has a bad reputation, the things we can talk about are not pulled down, all of them are practiced, I think this Yan Qing is like that!"

The more Hua Yan listened, the more his face stinked, on the one hand, the high hopes of the master and uncle, and on the other hand, the saliva of the people in the rivers and lakes, and now he had to make a decision alone...

Jin Mengyao can understand Huayan's difficulties, but things have come to this point, and there is no other way.

She put her hand on Hua Yan's shoulder, and there was a little softness, and her voice was much slower.

"Senior brother, in the face of great rights and wrongs, don't be confused, "Yanqing Eight Styles" is gone, it is not your responsibility alone, we will take the initiative to tell the master. ”

Hua Yan raised his eyes, and there was self-blame, helplessness, and tenderness in his eyes.

"Senior brother, don't hesitate. The people under Jin Mengyao's stands became more and more restless.

Hei Zheng was already impatiently waiting, and shouted with a thick black brow: "Why can't the Yanqing faction bear this responsibility?!" Liu Zhen is from your sect, you don't protect him, just let him follow me! I don't want "Yanqing Eight Styles" either!"

As soon as these words came out, it was even more boiling, Hua Yan endured it, if according to Hei Zheng, he didn't want disciples for the sake of recipes, then the Yanqing faction would simply disband!

Jin Mengyao also realized the seriousness of the problem, and the hand on Hua Yan's shoulder tightened again: "Senior brother!"

"I see. Hua Yan turned his face to the little disciple standing behind him, and the little disciple turned around and went to get the recipe.

The owner of the black village laughed, how could the people of the Yanqing faction be let go of Heiwu at will, "Yanqing Eight Styles" will be taken immediately, please wait. ”

Hei Zheng snorted coldly and walked off the stage with his arms crossed.

The game is really over here, and several people are in no mood to finish watching the next game, Hua Yan got up and took people back to the inn.

The old monster of Tianshan didn't know where he ran today, when a few people returned to the inn, he was standing at the door and moving his bones, and when he saw Liu Zhen, he hurriedly greeted him, he was smiling, but his face suddenly changed.

"Apprentice! I heard that someone embarrassed you today! You lost "Yanqing Eight Styles"?" Although the old monster of Tianshan was angry, it was not angry for the sake of the recipe, it was more like protecting his shortcomings.

Liu Zhen was in a bad mood, and smiled reluctantly: "Today I was impulsive, I competed with Hei Zheng, and lost, "Yanqing Eight Styles"... I will take the initiative to go back and tell the master. ”

The old monster of Tianshan was a little irritated when he saw that Liu Zhen was sad, and his heart was a little irritable: "What are you doing like this? Hei Zheng will go and get it back if he bullies you! Then what "Yanqing Eight Styles" is also more famous, it is not a treasure book at all, I can write a book in three days, it is not worth being like this! Good boy, hurry up and rest with me!"

As soon as he said this, Huayan, who was holding up the fire, was on fire, and a few of them couldn't help it, how could the treasure book of the sect be belittled like this!

"Tianshan old monster, you don't want to get an inch, this is our Yanqing faction's business, you are not qualified to say more!" Hua Yan held back his anger all the way and couldn't help but vent at this moment.

"If it weren't for Liu Zhen, I would have followed you for so long? How many times have I saved your life? Do you know how to write the four words of Zhi'en Tubao?!"

"You... Okay, Liu Zhen, do you want this old man to stay in Yanqing today!You can only choose one!" ASUS pointed the finger at Liu Zhen.

What Jin Mengyao is most afraid of is this: "Huashuo, shut up!"

"Why should I shut up! He really took all the benefits, but he had thought a little about the Yanqing faction?

"It's not up to you to say it, you have to wait for the master to speak. Liu Zhen felt sad in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel cold when he heard such words.

The old monsters of the Tianshan Mountains did not help them all the way, but the so-called justice they usually refused to use, and they never thanked the old monsters once!

"Why are you standing at the door arguing?!This is our chartered inn, can you understand some rules?!" A deep black voice sounded from outside.