"Big brother! If not, admit defeat and preserve your strength. Yesterday, the bald donkey of the Buddha Sect suffered a loss at the hands of the emperor's brother, and I heard that he abstained from voting today. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Ling Yun with a serious face.

"Second brother, don't worry..."

Ling Yun patted Mo Lingquan's shoulder with a relaxed expression.

"Senior Brother Ling, Senior Brother Mo is right, although you and Disillusionment are both breaking through without the help of the secret realm, but after all, your breakthrough time is still short, and the strength of the first person in the Buddha Sect is not in vain."

Meng Yanran looked at Ling Yun with a concerned expression.

"In the future, if he is against the second brother, he can force him to have one more strength, and the second brother's chances of winning will be one point greater."

Ling Yun looked calm.

"Big brother, aren't you worried about my strength?"

Mo Lingquan's eyes froze, and he looked at Lingyun with a serious face.

"Believe me, as soon as you make a move and can't defeat him, he admits defeat, disillusionment This person is scheming, and it is not as simple as it seems."

Mo Lingquan's eyes couldn't help but glance at disillusionment, but the other party also happened to look back at this side, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth made Mo Lingquan's heart suddenly sink, and he turned his head to look at Lingyun Dao with a cautious face.

"Second brother, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind."

Ling Yun pushed Mo Lingquan's hand away, turned around, and walked slowly towards the ring, every step he took fell, and the momentum on his body rose by one point.

"Senior Sister Meng, terminate the game at any time, even if you abstain from this battle."

Mo Lingquan's eyes froze, and the disillusionment in the distance gave him an unfathomable feeling.

"Senior Brother Mo... In this way, Senior Brother Ling, he..."

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a bitter expression.

"Listen to me..."

Mo Lingquan's face was calm.

"Damn... Brother Mo, you are too much of a fuss, the bald donkey in the phantom sky has not been seriously injured by the emperor's move, and he can't participate in the connected competition. ”

Jun Qianyu pursed her lips and said with a look of disdain.

"No, maybe Brother Mo's idea is right, I know the power of that sword, and it is not enough to seriously injure the phantom air that is carrying the sixth weight of the Vajra Immortal Body."

The Emperor used a voice that only a few people could hear clearly to transmit sound into the secret passage.

"Oh..."

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, and looked at Emperor Jitian with a calm face.

"If it is an ordinary Void Realm master, my sword is enough to hit hard, but the Buddha Sect's Vajra Immortal Body is not, the family master has studied with a Buddhist Sect Hidden World Master, and he is extremely familiar with the power of the Vajra Indestructible Body."

Emperor Jitian said to Mo Lingquan with a straight face.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Lingquan glanced at the disillusionment in the ring.

"Phantom Sky deliberately conceals the realm of the Vajra Immortal Body, after I went back yesterday, I thought about it all night, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was wrong."

Emperor Jitian calmly sent a message to Mo Lingquan.

At this time, on the ring, Ling Yun looked at Disillusionment with an indifferent expression, and with a wave of his right hand, the long swords in the hands of the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion came out of their sheaths one after another, forming a sword formation in the sky above him.

A long sword shimmered in the sunlight, flickering with a cold cold glow.

"Flashy..."

Disillusionment looked at Ling Yun with an indifferent face, the Vajra Immortal Body was actually the realm of the sixth layer, and the fifth layer of the illusionary sky was a heaven and an underground.

"He..."

Ling Yun tiptoed a little, and his figure rose into the air and fell into the middle of the sword array.

Disillusionment took a step, and his figure suddenly broke into the sword formation that Ling Yun was in.

"Hum..."

The long sword in the formation burst out with a buzzing sound, and Ling Yun's body burst out with a sky-high sword intent, replacing the sword with his arm, his body turned over, and his head and feet were up.

Disillusioned hands together, into orchid fingers.

“…”

Mo Lingquan was shocked, and the stunt of Buddhism Zhenzong was passed down from ancient Buddhism.

"Wait, I'll admit defeat in the Hidden Sword Pavilion!"

Yun Longgang swirled, and Mo Lingquan stepped out in one step, appearing not far from the ring.

"Bang..."

An old man in a white robe appeared in front of Mo Lingquan and struck out with a fluttering palm, forcing Mo Lingquan to retreat.

"Junior, if you forcibly interfere with the competition, you will be disqualified from participating in the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

The white-robed old man looked at Mo Lingquan with a calm face.

"Poof..."

In the ring, Ling Yun and Disillusionment were inseparable. With just one move, Ling Yun vomited blood and flew out.

Mo Lingquan looked at the white-robed old man's eyes with a flash of murderous intent, his body shook again, the white-robed old man frowned, and wanted to stop it, but Yue Qingdai suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Liu Zongyuan..."

Yue Qingdai looked at the white-robed old man with an indifferent expression.

"Where the duty of the humble duty lies, I hope His Highness will forgive his sins."

The white-robed old man arched his hand at Yue Qingdai, his face calm.

"Big brother..."

Mo Lingquan held Ling Yun in his arms, and at this time, his mouth was spitting out blood.

"Disillusioned Bald Donkey..."

Mo Lingquan looked at the disillusionment that had fallen to the ground with an angry face.

"Amitabha... The sword has no eyes, and the poor monk has just mastered it, and he missed it for a while, this is my Buddhist Ning Zen Dan. ”

Disillusioned clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's horn in a low voice, and with a flip of his hand, a bottle of elixir appeared in his hand, slowly drifting towards Mo Lingquan.

"Get out..."

With a wave of Mo Lingquan's hand, a sword qi struck the floating porcelain bottle, shattering the porcelain bottle with the elixir.

"Big brother, take this pill."

Mo Lingquan took out a delicate porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and sent it to Ling Yunzui.

"Baihua Dan..."

Yu Zixi's figure fell on the ring, and she looked at Mo Lingquan with a surprised expression, in her hand, there was a beautiful porcelain vase, which contained the Baihua Pill given by Daozun when she left the sect this time.

"Miss Yu is so knowledgeable."

Mo Lingquan looked at Yu Zixi with a smile on his face, and helped Ling Yun slowly leave the ring.

On the high platform, Emperor Jitian watched this scene quietly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

In the next competition, everyone was not interested.

"Senior Brother Mo..."

Meng Yanran and Yue Qingdai looked at Mo Lingquan cautiously.

"It's okay..."

After handing Ling Yun over to the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Mo Lingquan looked at the competition ring below with a calm face.

"Brother Ling Quan, Qing Dai will give you an explanation."

Yue Qingdai looked at Mo Lingquan with a determined face.

"No, it's his job"

Mo Lingquan's face was calm.

"Brother Mo, how is Brother Ling's injury?"

Jun Qianyu looked at Mo Lingquan with a solemn face.

"It's no big deal to take Baihua Dan, but I can't do it for a while."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"If I knew this, even if I exposed my strength, I would have beheaded the phantom bald donkey under the knife, and I didn't expect to cause you trouble."

A look of apology flashed across Emperor Jitian's indifferent face.

"Trouble... He wasn't disillusioned yet. ”

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"Senior Brother Mo, it's your turn. Your opponent is a disciple of the Buddha Sect. ”

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a bitter expression.

"Senior Brother Juechen, admit defeat at the beginning of the meeting, and Mo Lingquan's flaws will be reported."

At this time, Disillusionment looked at the Buddha Sect disciple Juechen who was about to play with a serious face.

"Buddha rest assured..."

Juechen folded his hands in the face of disillusionment and bowed.