"But there are still people who want to go on stage to challenge!"

After Li Zhibai, the scene fell into a long silence, Tian Moxue put the Shenhuang Sword into the sheath with her backhand, closed her eyes slightly in the center of the ring, and quietly waited for the result. Xue Xian'er stood in the ring alone in a daze, no one came on stage to challenge Xue Xian'er from beginning to end, as the only one among all the disciples present now, the ninth layer of qi refining, everyone invariably directly ignored Xue Xian'er's existence.

On the stands, everyone's heads began to hurt again, how can this be counted now? The two of them were tied at the beginning, and now Xue Xian'er has no one to challenge from beginning to end, although Tian Moxue has barely walked a few rounds on Li Zhibai's side, everyone understands in their hearts why Li Zhibai admits defeat.

In the ring of the three of them, only Mo Xin was left and was still accepting several challengers, and Mo Xin, who was born in Changge Sect, fought in a completely different way from everyone else.

Since Chen Mohai of Xuanjian Gate was defeated in the hands of Tian Moxue, he no longer had any hope for the top two, and this time his target was Moxin, who currently occupied the third place.

"Changgemen, please advise the ink core!"

"Xuanjian Gate, Chen Mohai, please advise!"

After the deacon of the Iron Gun Gate announced the start of the game, Mo Xin moved the lotus step lightly, walked to the center of the ring, and saluted Chen Mohai on the opposite side, and said: "Senior Brother Chen, all the skills that the little sister has learned since she started her school are on this green yiqin, why don't you have the little sister play a song today, as long as my brother can listen to the song, how about the little sister admit defeat immediately?"

"So, listen to me!" Chen Mohai thought for a moment, then put away the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand and sat cross-legged opposite the ink core.

Mo Xin saluted Chen Mohai again, and then sacrificed his magic weapon, a seven-string guqin full of ancient meaning. Just suspended quietly in front of Mo Xin's body, the moment Mo Xin's hands touched the guqin, the whole person's temperament changed.

"The little sister has blunt qualifications, and so far I have only learned from the family teacher, and I will ask the senior brother to taste a song of Guanglingsan. ”

Wei Xiang sat upright, tried the string note with both hands, and Mo Xin nodded to Chen Mohai at this time. Then his hands were wiped on the guqin, and a wisp of piano sound echoed in the ring, and even the heavy responsibilities under the stage felt a burst of coolness in body and mind, and he felt that he had swept away the vulgar turbidity.

But Chen Mohai in the ring suddenly felt wrong, unconsciously the illusion in front of his eyes continued, and the memory buried deep in his heart unconsciously appeared in front of Chen Mohai's eyes, his parents sold the only cow in the family in order to allow himself to enter the Xuanjian Gate, and he never asked for anyone in his life, even when he was kicked out of the house by his mother-in-law, and his father who was homeless and sleeping on the street did not bow his head, with the income of half a lifetime of hard work obtained from selling cattle, he bowed his head and collapsed, and begged the head of the caravan to take him to Xuanjian Gate with a flattering face. Father's servile appearance, until now Chen Mohai Silai always feels guilty, for his own sentence wants to cultivate immortals, what his father has lost is only half a life of happiness......

In the surprised eyes of everyone, big tears flowed from Chen Mohai's tiger eyes, since Chen Mohai went up the mountain, although his parents' lives were taken care of by the peripheral forces of Xuanjianmen, but Chen Mohai had not returned home for eight years!

Xuanjian Sect is the first to focus on muscles and bones, five years of entry to boil muscles and bones, the next three years of cultivation of exercises, one year of cultivation of combat skills, cultivation of immortals do not know the years, these eight years I don't know how the old father is in health, Chen Mohai now has no other thoughts in his heart, just want to go home to see his father.

Chen Mohai got up suddenly, clasped his fists with both hands, and bent down to the opposite ink core very seriously: "Senior sister is really superb in the piano! Chen Mohai admits defeat, thank you sister for your advice! If you have achievements in the future, it will depend on your sister today!"

After Chen Mohai finished speaking, he walked out of the ring, winning or losing is no longer important to him!

"Master, the disciple wants to take a few days off from the master today, and ask the master to fulfill it!" Chen Mohai said to Lu Xinran, who was sitting upright in the stands.

"Idiot, you have finally come to your senses!Go ahead, let's go, let you go home with my token during the January holiday!" Lu Xinran waved the sleeves of his robe, and a black light went straight to Chen Mohai.

Chen Mohai kowtowed respectfully to the master after the token, and then went down the mountain without looking back.

"But there are still people who can challenge"

Mo Xin sat upright, the movements in his hands did not stop, still playing the guqin by himself, and everyone in the audience was still immersed in the sound of the qin, and no one came on stage for a long time.

"But there are still people who can challenge"

The deacon asked again, the audience was still silent, Lin Xi was about to go on stage, but for some reason Lin Xi stopped his steps......

"But there are still people who can challenge"

"The top three have been produced this time, and now Lin Xi of the Iron Gun Gate, Teng Siyi of Lingheguan, and Cen Yue of Tianxin Nunnery are coming to play!"

"Iron Gun Gate Lin Xi"

"Linghe Guan Teng Siyi"

"Tianxin'an Cen Yue"

"Lin Xi, Teng Siyi, Cen Yue, do you need to challenge each other, if not, the person who will defeat the opponent the fastest will be the fourth place this year! The second place is the fifth, do the three of you have any objections?"

"The disciple has no objection!"

"The disciple has no objection!"

"The disciple has no objection!"

"Very good, let's start the challenge now!"

"I'm coming!"

The moment Lin Xi stood on the stage, a person walked out of the outer door, this person Lin Xi didn't know, but the moment the audience saw this person come out, it was actually quiet instantly. Soul Zizhen, he had already abstained directly in the first round of the competition. Now he went straight to Lin Xi on the ring, Lin Xi suddenly had a realization, this person should be the surprise that Wanbao Pavilion had prepared for himself!

Lin Xi's face couldn't help but show a wry smile, it seems that he doesn't want to step down safely today!

"Iron Gun Gate, Lin Xi is practicing qi at the fifth level, please advise senior brother!"

"Soul Refining Sect, the soul son is really practicing the eighth layer of qi, please advise!"

Lin Xi's heart felt bitter for a while, this Wanbao Pavilion really looked up to himself, I am afraid that the disciple of the Soul Refining Sect opposite him was already armed to the teeth! The emotions of everyone in the audience began to detonate directly!

This is the biggest reason why many scattered cultivators are stranded here, and the handicap opened by Wanbao Pavilion has become even more perverted with the throw of Young Master Duanmu's daughter, and the popularity is almost to the extent of one vote per person. As soon as the soul son came to the stage this time, everyone looked like they were going to make a fortune, and some people even began to wave the gambling tickets in their hands.

"Hehe, hey, I actually underestimate the old man's disciple so much, I will lose to you later!" Wu Chengfeng in the stands snorted very unhappily, only Wu Chengfeng himself knew how easy it was for Lin Xi to defeat this soul, as long as he didn't want this face, wouldn't it be just a matter of a charm? cough~ One is not enough, and there is a second one, the yellow-level peak talisman is enough, thinking of this, Wu Chengfeng reached out and touched the small piece of paper in his sleeve.

It reads Silver Hook Gambling House, Lin Xisheng, fifteen pieces of the best spirit stone, and the odds are twenty to one. Yao Wuchen, who was sitting opposite Wu Chengfeng, looked like an old god was there, looked at Wu Chengfeng and smiled, but his hand unconsciously touched his storage bag. In the storage bag, there was an identical piece of paper, but fifty pieces of the best spirit stones were written on it......

Sure enough, selling medicine is the most profitable business, both ancient and modern......