The gong sounded, and the battle of the three caves ended.

Not everyone is a clear-eyed person, seeing the middle-aged man lying on the ground, showing the original form of a giant scorpion, and Ji Rui can't stand up, there are people on all three sides who misunderstand the result, only when Ji Rui wins, the middle-aged man loses.

Without waiting for the other party to indicate the result and make a request, Nanfeng has already taken action to close the hand Shaoyin, so far, the closed meridians have reached three, and the hand and three yin meridians of one of the four major meridians have all been closed, and the aura cultivation is more than two percent.

After urging the aura and showing a flawed complexion to the enemy, Nanfeng said in a deep voice, "Bring the strong man back." ”

The fat man sighed in frustration and returned to his seat, "Why is this the case again." ”

No one answered, Lu Pingchuan went downstairs, and after a while, the Heavenly Clan sent people to collect the corpses in the field.

After the Celestial Clan left the tower, there were also a few Taoists in the northeast tower who walked on the overpass, and the original form of the middle-aged man was a black giant scorpion, the so-called giant scorpion was only for ordinary scorpions, but in fact it was only the size of a calf, and they could still carry it.

Just as Nanfeng turned around and wanted to return to the seat, he found that the Queen Mother of the West appeared next to the giant scorpion, raising her right hand and waving it.

Seeing this, the south wind teleported and blocked between the Queen Mother of the West and the giant scorpion.

The Queen Mother of the West frowned vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Nanfeng frowned dissatisfied, "What are you going to do?"

The Queen Mother of the West frowned and did not answer.

After a brief moment of eye contact, the Queen Mother of the West teleported away.

Nanfeng repaired Ji Rui's body with aura, and then turned into a coffin, waiting for his people to come to the burial.

After doing this, he waved his hand again, repaired the giant scorpion's head with aura, and extended his aura to carry it back.

No one asked him why he did this, because some of the middle-aged man's crazy words indicated that he had a wife at home who could not forage for food, and that he might be bedridden or disabled, and only the middle-aged man himself knew what happened.

After the body was repaired, the giant scorpion quickly woke up, but instead of transforming into a human body, it rushed agitated from the third floor.

Seeing it like this, everyone sighed, this giant scorpion Seven Aperture Divine Mansion was injured, and his mind was already confused, even if he saved his life, he would not be able to return to his senses.

Nanfeng detained him with his aura and helped him transform into a human form, even if he turned into a human form, he was also like crazy, dazed, anxious, and ambiguous, and asked him some things, but most of them answered the question.

"Leave it to me, real person. Ding Qizhong stepped forward to speak.

Nanfeng nodded, Ding Qizhong took over, and disappeared with the middle-aged man in a teleportation.

Nanfeng didn't say much, Ding Qizhong didn't say anything, he knew what Nanfeng was thinking, he would try to ask the middle-aged man's hometown, send him back, and try his best to cure this son's illness or disability, he is also a Da Luo Jinxian, and he can also do what the Queen Mother of the West can do.

After Ding Qizhong disappeared with the middle-aged man, Zhuge Chanjuan and Yuan Anning sighed at the same time, they sighed not because of the defeat in this battle, but because of their sympathy for the middle-aged man.

"No matter what the cost, you have to send this despicable and shameless old witch down. The fat man scolded.

Nanfeng didn't answer, he must be fair and just in life, even for the enemy, the Queen Mother of the West appeared in the field before, just gestured and waved, and it cannot be concluded that she wants to turn the middle-aged man away, or it may be that she wants to treat the middle-aged man's injuries, the two sides have different positions, although he hates the Queen Mother of the West very much, but he will not be suspicious of his neighbor and make a false accusation.

"After five games, they still have the Jade Emperor and the Child God Tianzun who have not drawn lots. Zhuge Chanjuan said.

Nanfeng nodded, he still had a good impression of Zishen Tianzun, this person was quite upright and kind. For the Jade Emperor, although he has not had much contact, he is not very annoying, just because the Jade Emperor is fairly fair, the people sent by the Dragon and Tiger Tianzun were defeated before, and there were Da Luo Jinxian who wanted to repent and make trouble, and the Jade Emperor was dissatisfied with their performance at that time.

"Six fights, six more. Changle said.

Nanfeng knew why Changle said this, and said, "The existing Da Luo continues to draw lots. ”

Changle nodded when he heard this, the fat man had played against the three parties before, and he might need to play two games in a row to get a seat and question the fairness of the rules of the fight, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, the rules of the fight are no problem, and the people selected by the side may need to defeat two opponents to advance to Da Luo, but correspondingly, the surviving Da Luo Jin Xian in the first round also needs to face the risk of drawing lots two or even three times.

"How sure are you of the next one?" asked the fat man.

Nanfeng turned around when he heard the sound, and the reason why he turned back was that he found that the fat man's voice was vibrato.

"Yes. Nanfeng nodded at the fat man.

Everyone was slightly relieved when they heard this, Nanfeng didn't say that he was sure of it, but only said that he was, which showed that he was sure of winning the battle of Dadong.

While everyone was talking, everyone in the Heavenly Clan had already put Ji Rui into the coffin and carried the coffin back.

Nanfeng stood up, "I'll leave Wen Zhao for a moment. With that, he disappeared with Wen Zhao, dripping twenty times, and reappeared in the tower.

After the two appeared, Wen Zhao raised his hand to confess to everyone and turned downstairs.

"Why did you send them all away?" asked the fat man.

"He'll be back soon. Nanfeng said, he took Wen Zhao to the cold land of the extreme north just now, and now the Xuantian clan has not completed their mission to the south, although they are defeated, they should be sent back to their hometown.

"You want Wen Zhao to protect the Xuantian clan?" asked Yuan Anning softly.

Nanfeng nodded, there are some things that he can't do by himself, he can only fake his hands, Wen Zhao has already advanced to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, no matter why the Xuantian clan is located in the extreme north, Wen Zhao can find out the truth. No matter what kind of contradictions the two clans have, Wen Zhao can also resolve them.

Seeing this situation, Nanfeng did not continue to wait, appeared in the field, and then made a golden vase sign.

The Jade Emperor's expression was solemn, and he reached out to get it first. Zishen Tianzun glanced at Nanfeng, and after sighing, he also took one of them. The southerly wind is still last.

As indicated, the south wind once again held the red, the Jade Emperor held the blue, and the sub-god Tianzun held the purple bye. The three of them returned to the iron ball, and each returned to his own position.

Everyone didn't complain about Nanfeng's bad luck, but because of the previous Shengxuan and Dongxuan fights, they have held purple byes twice in a row, and good luck can't always favor the same person.

Even so, everyone still can't help but be worried in their hearts, the reason is very simple, the two people who won their own side appeared when the south wind drew the purple ball, and they needed to play two games in a row to draw the red ball, and the odds of winning were very low, and they were the first to play, which was even more unfavorable to their own side.

When Nanfeng returned to his seat, the fat man couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to ......?"

Without waiting for the fat man to finish speaking, Nanfeng suddenly frowned and raised his hand.

The fat man didn't know why, and looked at him suspiciously.

But Nanfeng didn't say anything to explain, but closed his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Zhuge Chanjuan guessed what was going on, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Nanfeng raised his hand again, motioning for her not to speak.

Seeing this, everyone became more and more puzzled, and looked at each other for unknown reasons.

At this time, Wen Zhao had already informed the people of the Heavenly Clan and the Xuan Clan, and the people led by the two clans came to the third floor, ready to say goodbye to Nanfeng, seeing Nanfeng frowning and closing his eyes, he didn't dare to speak abruptly, so he could only wait from the side.

After a few moments, Nanfeng opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Zhuge Chanjuan sat on the side of Nanfeng, and was the first to notice that Nanfeng opened his eyes.

"Someone just now communicated with me for thousands of miles. Nanfeng said.

Zhuge Chanjuan wanted to ask who was transmitting the sound, and what did they say to Nanfeng, but there were many people with clear ears and eyes in the distance and near the distance, and I was afraid that Nanfeng would not be able to answer.

Seeing that Nanfeng opened his eyes, the Dadong people of the Heavenly Clan and Jiang Qi of the Xuan Clan stepped forward and said goodbye to Nanfeng.

After the two of them spoke, Nanfeng did not answer immediately, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, expressing his gratitude to the two clans for rushing south to help, and informing the two clans that the two clans would be protected by Wen Zhao in the future.

After the two of them and Nanfeng left, Wen Zhao extended his aura and teleported and disappeared with the two clansmen.

At this time, the two towers in the northeast and due south had already been prepared, and the existing Da Luo was looking here, waiting for the south wind to send people down.

But Nanfeng frowned, and he didn't send anyone to end the game for a long time.

Seeing him like this, everyone became more and more sure of what had happened, and the fat man asked nervously, "Who was the one who transmitted the sound of Qianli just now?"

"The monk who passed the sound to us before. Nanfeng said.

There are not many people in Middle-earth who can transmit sound for thousands of miles, and after Nanfeng said, the fat man immediately knew who was transmitting the sound, "What did Master Lingyuan say?"

"How much do you know about this man?" asked Nanfeng.

"Although I have lived in Huguo Temple for a few days, I have never seen him," the fat man shook his head, and then said, "But he seems to have a good relationship with Xitian, otherwise the three of them would not have chosen to meet you there in the first place." ”

"How much do you know about Purdue Cihang?" asked Nanfeng again.

"I heard that it's similar to the Nine Heavens Sanskrit sound, otherwise he wouldn't be able to transmit the sound thousands of miles. The fat man replied.

Nanfeng didn't ask again, since he heard about it, it means that the fat man doesn't know much about the magic of Buddhism like Pudu Cihang.

"Why are you asking this?" asked the fat man.

Nanfeng didn't answer, the reason why he asked about Pudu Cihang was to deduce the truth of what Master Lingyuan had said before through his understanding of it.

Seeing that Nanfeng didn't speak, the fat man became more and more anxious, "What did he say?"

"I have a strong sense, he can barely transmit the voice, he can only say a sentence or two, and there are no important words. Nanfeng said, retracted his gaze, and sent people to fight, "Master Baozheng, there is labor." ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. "Downstairs came the sound of singing Buddha, Baozheng monk was a purple qi cultivator before his death, so he retained the habit of singing a complete Buddha name.

The more Nanfeng didn't say it, the more confused the fat man became, and he asked again and again, but Nanfeng just didn't say it.

"There's a kind of never say it, suffocate you. The fat man looked at him.

Nanfeng smiled bitterly.

Seeing this, the fat man cursed and turned downstairs.

"Why are you going?" asked Zhuge Chanjuan.

"Peeing, being angry with his urgency. The fat man scolded and went downstairs.

When the fat man went downstairs, the south wind extended his aura to isolate the third floor, and looked at Chu Huairou, Lu Pingchuan and Changle one by one.

Seeing him like this, everyone was nervous and looked back nervously.

"What did the monk of the sound say?" Lu Pingchuan forced himself to calm down.

Nanfeng sighed deeply, shook his head, removed the barrier, and turned his head to look at the overpass, at this time Monk Baozheng was slowly walking towards the Doufa platform.

Seeing that Nanfeng wanted to speak and stopped, everyone had a strong sense of ominousness in their hearts, but they didn't ask, if they could say it, Nanfeng would never say it.

"What did the monk say?" Zhuge Chanjuan tilted her head to look at the south wind.

Although she was asking, she asked silently, she was once dumb, she knew lip language, and she also knew that Nanfeng knew lip language.

Nanfeng replied with his lips, "He said that the fat man will return to his position on the third watch today, so let's say goodbye to him......"