A crisp gong sounded, and everyone fell silent.

"The joust begins!" An old man on the throne announced loudly that after all three people in the ring had stood up, the three gongs sounded at the same time. In the ring, the clothes suddenly flew up, and the people in the audience applauded.

A total of 30 people participated in the competition, and the competition was divided into five times, each time three games were one ring, a total of 15 games.

The order of Xiaoyao Pavilion is ranked in the fourth, fifth and sixth scenes, so Qin Zixin is just holding the mood of watching a 4D stereoscopic movie to enjoy the competition.

Listening to the lively shouts from the audience, Qin Zixin was dazzled. There's no way, her martial arts cultivation is really third-rate, and it's natural that she can't understand it.

Seeing that the time for a stick of incense is almost over, two of the three rings have already decided the winner.

"Sister Murong, the next game is for you to play, the sword has no eyes and everything is careful."

Qin Zixin patted Murong Bing's hand to cheer her up, although the latter didn't need her to worry at all. But Murong Bing's heart was still a lot moved, thinking that she had always been in a relationship with the four protectors who were both enemies and friends, and it was rare that someone would worry about her.

"You just have to protect yourself."

Zhuge Yan put down the teacup in his hand, and there was no expression on his cold face. In terms of martial arts, Qin Zixin is the worst, she has the strength to care about others. From the day he came to the realm of this Forgotten Dust Villa, Zhuge Yan found that someone was secretly staring at them, but he was afraid that the target was Qin Zixin.

The crisp sound of the gong spread out in all directions, and Zhuge Yan, Xicao, and Murong Bing swept towards the ring. Qin Zixin also stared at the ring with bright eyes in an instant, she hadn't seen Zhuge Yan's martial arts yet.

A burst of laughter came, Qin Zixin looked towards the ring on the left, and saw that Yuan Chengzhi was still holding a beauty fan flying on stage.

"How dare he come." Qin Zixin immediately became interested, and looked at Yuan Chengzhi with an innocent smile.

"The Pavilion wins!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuge Yan came to Qin Zixin's side, and Qin Zixin looked at the ring in the middle. A monk in a bright yellow robe was carried out of the ring, and his face was indescribably shocked.

That's it? Qin Zixin didn't even have time to look at it, Zhuge Yan didn't go more than five minutes from the ring to the ring, and that person was knocked out by him like this?

"This seat has never liked competitions, this time it is to honor the order of the pavilion master, otherwise this seat will not be in the ring."

Zhuge Yan looked at Qin Zixin indifferently, and more importantly, he couldn't leave her side for too long, in case the person in the dark would attack her. So, I had to do it quickly.

"You're really ......" Qin Zixin was about to retort, but the burst of laughter drowned out her voice.

Looking intently, I saw that the grass was still looking at Yuan Chengzhi with a smile on her face. On the other side, Yuan Chengzhi was not so calm, his face was blue and white for a while.

It was too far away, and Qin Zixin didn't know what the grass had said to him. It's just that the bursts of laughter from the crowd in the audience are enough for her to make up for it on her own, and it seems that the grass is not bad.

I have long heard Ye Rufeng say that the grass is the kind of black-bellied Zhengtai who can laugh people to death without paying for their lives, and now it seems that it is really worthy of the name.

Qin Zixin estimated that Yuan Chengzhi's "glorious deeds" had spread all over the people present, so there would be such a big response.

"Throw in the towel."