Walking on the road, Zhang Chulan was still thinking about what Fang Cai Lu Ci said to herself.

Seeing Zhang Chulan's uncertain expression, Xu San patted Zhang Chulan: "Don't think about it, maybe that one wants to provoke the relationship between you and the Heavenly Master's Mansion..."

Zhang Chulan snorted on the surface, but in her heart, she was already thinking about what Lu Ci Fangcai's words meant.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Xu Si picked up a cigarette: "You don't think so much now, the most important thing at the moment is to win in Luo Tian Dajiao first, and there are still a lot of people to deal with later..."

...

When Zhang Chulan and others were secretly competing with Wang Ai and Lu Ci, the third competition had already begun.

"In the third competition, the little fire god vs. the night owl, the orange Jinhua vs. the cloud, the zero vs. Cailu, and Zhang Lingyu vs..."

Maybe he was beaten hard by Jiang Xin's stuffy stick, Cailu actually gave up the second round of the competition directly, even if he was found by the Taoist priest on the mountain, he was determined not to participate in the competition.

Because he is an all-sex person, it is not easy for him to ask Longhushan to administer justice for himself and find out the person who may know his identity, but he just said that he was unwell and could not continue the game.

So, after asking many times to no avail, Zero of the No. 3 venue became the second person in the entire Luo Tian Dajiao to win directly because the opponent did not participate, the first was Zhang Chulan.

Venue No. 1: The little fire god Hong Bin against the night owl.

"You're the one called the Night Stalker." Looking at the night owl in front of him, who was completely black, the little fire god grinned, and his tongue danced with fire all over his body: "Do you go down by yourself, or wait for me to burn you down?" ”

Looking at the twisted air around the little fire god that was scorched by the flames, the corners of the night owl's mouth squirmed, and he wanted to stop talking, but he never chose to surrender.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the night owl was unwilling to surrender, and the little fire god didn't say anything more, as soon as the dantian Qihai moved, a fireball that looked like red glass on the outside but was full of violent flames on the inside appeared in his hand.

"Haha, eat me a move, explode the fireball!"

"It's coming!"

Seeing the fireball like beautiful jade, the night owl didn't dare to be careless, his whole body was full of breath, and his pupils continued to focus, staring at the fireball tightly.

In a trance, as if time had slowed down, the fireball, which had been like a storm, gradually became clear, and the trajectory of the burning sparks also revealed to the night owl where the fireball was about to arrive.

Sweating profusely on his forehead, the night owl's muscles tensed as he moved in a strange space in time and space at a speed like a slow-motion camera, dodging the fireball's blast range.

Everything reacted to the outside world, and the instantaneous fireball was actually predicted by the night stalker in advance of the attack and explosion range, and perfectly avoided all the attacks without allowing it to be launched.

"Huh? Dodge? Looking at the sweaty night owl, the little fire god felt a little strange in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

"Fireball! Explode a fireball! Explode a fireball! Explode a fireball! ”

shouted loudly, and in the somewhat desperate eyes of the night owl, more than a dozen fireballs were condensed by the little fire god with a wave of his hand, bombarding him like missiles.

Just locking on to the movement and explosion trajectory of four or five fireballs almost cost him half his life, and this time there were more than a dozen!

Seeing that the bomb was about to explode, the night owl shouted without hesitation, "I admit defeat!" ”

"What?" The little Vulcan looked stunned, and then hurriedly controlled the explosive fireball that was about to explode with all his might.

"The night owl admits defeat, and the competition is over."

Seeing that the fireballs were getting closer and closer to the night owls, the Taoist priests of the Heavenly Master's Mansion on the stage found that the little fire god seemed to be unable to control the whereabouts of the dozen or so fireballs, and suddenly turned into a golden light and fell in the field.

Rumble! —

After an earth-shattering explosion, flames instantly tilted into the field.

When the flames and dust dissipated, a golden light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and behind the golden light was the unscathed night owl.

Seeing this scene, even the little fire god was a little stunned: "With only the golden light, you can hit me head-on with more than a dozen fireballs!" Is this the essence of the Heavenly Master's Mansion? ”

After touching it up and down, and finding that he was alive and well, the night owl suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged his fist slightly at the referee: "Thank you for saving me!" ”

"Hmm." The Taoist priest nodded flatly and returned to the stands: "The little fire god is against the night owl, and the little fire god wins!" ”

Venue 2: Mandarin flowers to the clouds.

As two acquaintances, Fang Jinhua and Yun did not make a move immediately, but stood directly in place.

Looking at the orange Jinhua, Yun said lightly: "You surrender, you can't beat me." ”

After calculating in her heart, Fang Jinhua found that things were indeed as Yun said, but not as Yun wanted: "Why don't you pretend to be a fight?" ”

"What's there to pretend." Glancing at the stands, Yun stretched out his hand and took out the measuring ruler and waved it at will, and a deep knife mark was suddenly imprinted on the ground: "Is this okay?" ”

'Win rate is 0 percent...'

Looking at the knife marks scattered on the ground, Fang Jinhua judged the dark green contrast between himself and Yun at a glance, and raised his hand decisively: "I admit defeat!" ”

"Citrus Jin flower to the cloud, cloud wins!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was a little dissatisfied: "What's the matter, how strange is Luo Tian Dajiao this time, how many are these?" ”

"The third one, one Zhang Chulan, one zero, and one cloud, won without moving."

"Speaking of Zero and Cloud, the way this name is named is a bit similar, these two people won't know each other?"

"It's still the little fire god's side that plays well, I heard that even the referee of the Heavenly Master's Mansion intervened. That golden light, carrying more than a dozen fireballs on the front, the color has not changed! ”

"Otherwise, how could people hold this Luo Tian Dajiao..."

Walking out of the venue, Yun, who was still cold just now, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Whew, fortunately, Huang Jinhua admits defeat, otherwise it would be me who admits defeat." ”

On the other side, looking at the back of the cloud, Fang Jinhua's eyes showed a trace of confusion: "I always feel that there is something wrong in some places, but why can't I calculate it?" ”

ended with the No. 2 venue, as well as the competition at the No. 4 venue in which Zhang Lingyu's junior uncle participated.

Maybe he hates trouble, or maybe it's some other reason, knowing that so far, no matter what opponent he encounters, Zhang Lingyu will always choose to use the golden light spell to fight the enemy first.

Only after discovering that the simple golden light spell could not solve the enemy, will he reach out and release a black Yin Five Thunder, and then quickly leave the field.

But even so, the black thunder that can defeat the enemy with one move every time still attracts the attention of many people.

"By the way, what is that black thunder? Aren't all the thunders in the Heavenly Master's Mansion white? ”

"I don't know, maybe it's some other means, after all, it's the Heavenly Master's Mansion that has been inherited for thousands of years, and some of the methods are not surprising."

"The power of that thunder is quite great, although it doesn't look as good as the white thunder, but the thunder that can split people is good thunder!"

Hearing the audience's discussion, Zhang Lingyu's hand hidden under the robe clenched tightly, and then lowered his head and left quickly.

"Look at how low-key Uncle Ren is, how can he be like Zhang Chulan, who doesn't want Bilian! Shame on the world! ”