Huihui jumped off the stone platform with the help of Qinglangjun's long whip. www.biquge.info But after all, Qinglangjun made up his mind to take his life, and the whip used all his strength, and this whip was still swept on him.

Moreover, like Xin Zhao, he also inhaled a lot of poisonous mist, and his injuries were very serious. Luan Tian got up and ran over, the yin and yang fish surrounded Huihui, Huihui meditated cross-legged, and his injuries slowly recovered.

Seeing that the Wushuang Sect had lost three games in a row, all the disciples' faces were a little unbearable, and the faces of the six elders of Wushuang were also extremely gloomy at this time. The peerless boss glanced at Hong, Hong nodded lightly, his body floated up, and flew onto the stone platform.

"Minghua, come on, the rest of the people are not my opponents."

Hong, who was standing on the stone platform, said lightly to the famous flower. He carried his hands behind his back, looking calm and calm, and his body gently fluctuated with the wind, as if he was one with the heaven and earth.

But a murderous aura spread from the stone platform, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a little.

"Then there will be Senior Brother Lao Hong to teach you."

Without waiting for Qinglangjun to speak, Minghua's gentle voice came slowly. Qinglangjun saw that the famous flower was going to fight, and he didn't dare to disobey the meaning of the famous flower. He glanced at Hong indifferently, turned around and jumped off the stone platform.

Minghua slowly walked out of the crowd and walked slowly towards the stone platform, as if not to engage in a battle, but to take a leisurely stroll.

When he walked to the edge of the stone platform, he didn't see any movement, his legs were not bent, and his body was not traced, floating lightly and landing on the stone platform.

This beautiful move provoked a burst of applause from the female disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect, and even on the side of the Wushuang Sect, there were several female disciples staring at the famous flower with brilliant eyes, as if they had forgotten that this person was the other party's person.

"Brother Hong...

Luan Tian muttered softly again, and the woman surnamed Zhou beside him couldn't help but feel a thrill when she heard this.

At this time, he was already convinced of Luan Tian's judgment, if Senior Brother Hong was also defeated, then there would be no hope for the Wushuang Sect. She looked at Luan Tian with a pair of beautiful eyes, and then looked at the stone platform fixedly.

At this time, on the stone platform, it was still peaceful, Minghua hugged her fist at Hong, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of please, and her gestures were still so elegant.

Hong lightly returned the salute with a fist at the famous flower, and when his hands were separated, there was already a small golden abacus in his right hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, the abacus flew out of his hand, growing in the wind, and instantly became much larger than the stone platform, enveloping the two figures together.

The entire stone platform suddenly shined brightly, and a strong and extremely vicissitudes of life burst out. The disciples on both sides who watched the battle under the stone platform, and the hems of the clothes of those sitting in the front row, were all blown and fluttered.

Three breaths, just after three breaths, the essence of light disappeared, silence returned to the stone platform, and everyone in the audience stretched their necks and looked at the stage without blinking.

What happened just now, most people didn't see it clearly, only vaguely saw that in the huge abacus essence, the figure flashed a few times. Only the six elders of Wushuang and the ghost fox really watched it, and Luan Tian also watched it roughly.

They knew that the three breaths just now could be described as thrilling, the line between life and death, and the two on the stage fought dozens of moves between these three breaths, and the moves were all each other's housekeeping, and they took each other's key points.

When everyone saw the situation on the stage, the golden abacus was still in Hong's hands, and Minghua was still standing elegantly opposite him, as if the two had not moved at all.

But sharp-eyed people have already seen that Hong's abacus is already covered with tiny cracks, and a trace of blood has oozed from the corner of his mouth, faint.

The situation of the famous flower is better, but there are also imperceptible blood stains on the cuffs, like small bright red flowers blooming. I don't know if it's his own blood, or Hong's.

"I'm defeated."

Hong clenched his fist at the famous flower, then flew off the stage, and walked down the mountain.

"Concession."

Minghua hugged Hong Ye with a fist, and his demeanor was still elegant, but there was already a ruthless murderous intent in his eyes.

After Hong left, Minghua regained her smile like a spring breeze and said to the people of the Wushuang Sect:

"Who else is coming, is there a challenge?"

There was silence, and no one responded.

Everyone in the Wushuang Sect stretched their necks and looked blankly at the familiar smile of Minghua on the stage, which looked full of contempt and ridicule at this moment.

But it is better to be scorned and ridiculed than to lose your life. Even the senior brother Hong was defeated, and coming to power was tantamount to death.

Monks, naturally, are also afraid of death. Even sometimes, more afraid of death than ordinary people.

After waiting for a while, but still no one responded, Minghua smiled and said:

"You can go up together."

As soon as these words came out, a burst of coaxing screams suddenly sounded on the side of the Hundred Beast Gate. The six faces of the six elders of the Wushuang Sect suddenly turned red to the base of their necks. The six pairs of eyes coldly swept over the disciples one by one, and all the disciples lowered their heads one after another, and the six elders closed their eyes, shook their heads and sighed.

They had already understood that this was just a game, a game in which the outcome was decided, and the moment the disciples lowered their heads, they had lost their will to fight. A group of people who have lost their fighting spirit, without a fight, have been defeated!

Strength, more convincing than any language. Even if the other party was once small in their eyes, even if the other party was once a villain in their eyes, as long as the villain's fists were hard enough, even if he was not convinced, he would be subdued.

The disciples of the Wushuang Sect were convinced this time, and they were completely convinced. Although there are still some disciples who are angry about the other party's means, they don't need to choose the means at all to win, and they all understand this truth.

"No one? That's going back next. ”

That smile was still like the wind, but at this moment, it was blowing in the hearts of everyone in the Wushuang Sect, but it was like a knife. The movement of turning around is still elegant, but at the moment, it looks a little scorching.

"Wait!"

Just as Minghua was about to turn around and step down, a loud voice came from behind the crowd of the Wushuang Sect.

Everyone looked at each other, only to see Luan Tian, slowly walking through the crowd and walking towards the stage. Dressed in a purple robe, he walked very steadily.

When it became clear that the person who came was this person, the smile on Minghua's face was even stronger.

"What, you're going to fight?"

Minghua's tone was marked with disdain.

The disciples of the Wushuang Sect looked at Luan Tian in surprise, their heads lowered even lower, and the faces of the six elders of Wushuang also turned purple, and it was estimated that they were already red to their toes.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd at the Hundred Beast Gate:

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, there is really no one in the Wushuang Sect, and he actually sent a disciple who has not cultivated to compete with our senior brother!"

"Isn't this the one they call a piece of crap by their own people...

"Yimu..."

"Yes, yes, Yimu, known as the first waste of the Musou sect..."

"That's right, this person is amazing, he is the first in the Wushuang Sect...

"Yes! I'm starting to worry a little bit about the big brother... I'm worried that he's going to blow that waste out if he accidentally blows, wahaha!! Ha ha! ”

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In many cases, a person's greatest failure is not his own lack of strength. It's that he mistakenly thinks that the other party's strength is not good.