In the commotion of everyone, Chen Youtong unwillingly admitted defeat and stepped down, he didn't dare not step down, if he didn't get off the stage at this time, the next one lying in the corpse next to Zongbi would have more of his corpse.

When Chen Youtong conceded defeat and stepped down, thunderous applause suddenly broke out in the square, and Chen Youtong returned to his own phalanx as if a hero enjoyed the courtesy he deserved.

Nie Wushuang looked at Zongbi on the stage with a confused look, half-kneeling on the ground, relying on a long sword to support Buyanyun, and was about to go to the stage, only to see the black-clothed deacon pull him with one hand, and shouted: "Why are you in a hurry?

Suddenly, someone in the square shouted: "Don't grind, let him go up quickly." ”

The black-clothed sect deacon was a cultivator, his eyes widened, his gaze swept away, the square instantly quieted down, and no one dared to shout, he looked at the crowd with a pair of hungry wolf-like shining eyes, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly: "In the three hundred and seventy-eighth game, the fourth-order disciple of the Cedar Hall Foundation Building Foundation Bu Yanyun wins, may I ask Bu Yanyun, do you choose to continue to defend it, or is it a directional challenge? or passively accept other challenges from the same sect?"

The stands were eerily quiet at this time, and there was no sound.

Everyone was waiting for Bu Yanyun to answer.

Buyanyun's long sword was on the ground, his eyes were blurred, and at this time, he was scarred all over his body, and the whole person seemed to be unable to support it, and his mouth just muttered by inertia: "Continue to ......." ”

"Nie Wushuang, the first-order deputy hall master of the Cedar Hall, the other party accepts your challenge and invites you to come to the stage. The black-clothed deacon made a mistake with both hands and moved out of the way.

Nie Wushuang rushed to Zongbi Stage with a brisk step.

"Quack!" Above the square, thunderous applause.

"Senior Sister Bu, how are you?" Nie Wushuang rushed forward, ready to step forward to hug Bu Yanyun, Bu Yanyun half-knelt on the ground, and forced his body: "Come on...... Do it!"

Nie Wushuang was in a hurry and said, "Senior Sister Bu, you can't do it anymore." ”

Bu Yanyun's eyes slowly opened, and at this time she seemed to see the person clearly, with blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, and she said with difficulty: "My business...... You don't care. ”

Nie Wushuang was anxious in his heart, and said, "Senior Sister Bu, there are tens of thousands of foundation building monks here, you are seriously injured now, and if you continue to fight like this, it will kill you." ”

Bu Yanyun suddenly showed a smile, extremely tragic, and said in a very small voice: "Either first, or die!"

Nie Wushuang was stunned suddenly, and then his face gradually became heavy, looking at Bu Yanyun's face full of blood, he slowly squirmed his lips, and clenched his teeth: "Either the first, or die?" Senior Sister Bu, you know, I don't have too many stories, but you are the protagonist of my story, since you said that you are either the first? or die? Then what else do I Nie Wushuang have to say? When I was in the broken temple, if you hadn't blocked that blow for me, I would have died; After speaking, he slapped out with one palm, and as soon as the aura was wrapped, the whole person instantly rushed towards Buyanyun.

At this time, Bu Yanyun was already delirious, and the long sword in his hand was slammed upwards with difficulty, without the slightest strength.

Nie Wushuang looked at Bu Yanyun's non-threatening sword in mid-air, the aura rolled, and on the side of his body, he rolled Bu Yanyun in his arms, at this time, Bu Yanyun could no longer hold his body, the whole person was biased, and he fell into Nie Wushuang's arms, Nie Wushuang saw that Bu Yanyun was full of blood, and he was full of injuries, and his heart ached, he hurriedly released the aura on Bu Yanyun's body, for fear that she would die due to her injuries, and after the spiritual power in his body poured in, he found that Bu Yanyun's body was already full of spiritual energy, and the meridians were broken in countless places。

Nie Wushuang knew that such an injury could not be cured by his own aura, so he kept using his aura to maintain her injury so that it would not get worse, and at the same time held Bu Yanyun in his arms and walked towards the bottom of the fighting platform.

"Stop!" At the small door opened by the protective wall, the deacon of the sect stopped Nie Wushuang and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Nie Wushuang said: "Lord Deacon, she has passed out in a coma, and the disciple sent her back to heal. ”

"No, Zongmen Dabi, after coming to power, there is no competition, and you are not allowed to leave Zongbitai. You can't step down. Let's go back. The deacon of the sect said the rules loudly.

At this time, someone in the square shouted: "Nie Turtle, you have already taken the stage, don't think about slipping away." "Get back on stage. "Grandpa is waiting to challenge you. ”

Nie Wushuang swept around the square and shouted, "Don't worry, since I, Nie Wushuang, have come up, I don't plan to go down, but you have to wait for me to send people to heal before coming." After speaking, he shifted his gaze to the face of Bu Yanyun, who was already unconscious in his arms, and said anxiously in his heart: "Senior Sister Bu, you hold on, don't you want to be the first......? ”

At this time, Mo whispered from the phalanx of the Cedar Hall, flew down to the door of Zongbi Terrace, and said to Nie Wushuang: "Give me people!"

Nie Wushuang raised his head, glared at Mo Qingyu, and cast his eyes for help to Fu Xuesong, who was sitting on the viewing platform.

As soon as Fu Xuesong saw Nie Wushuang's gaze, he knew what he meant, sighed in his mouth, and his figure floated away.

Fu Xuesong stepped forward from Mo Qingyu's side, took Bu Yanyun, and at the same time spit out aura to conduct a brief investigation of Bu Yanyun, and then nodded to Nie Wushuang and said, "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

Nie Wushuang's hanging heart was only let go at this time, and he said to Fu Xuesong with a little gratitude: "I'll leave it to you." ”

The corner of his eye swept to Mo Qingyu, thinking of Mo Qingyu's persecution of Bu Yanyun in the dense forest, Nie Wushuang shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Mo whispered and gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of anger, and he shouted, "I want to challenge you!"

Nie Wushuang didn't pay attention to Mo whispering at all, looked at the step smoke cloud that Fu Xuesong brought to the viewing platform, and muttered: "Either first, or die!" At this time, he didn't want to say more, turned around and walked back to the Zongbi stage slowly, his eyes slightly closed, and he fell into deep thought.

Since the creation of the world has made people and let me Nie Wushuang step onto the Zongbi platform, even if I die, I Nie Wushuang will not retreat half a step, how happy is life? Why is it bitter to die? As soon as I enter the cultivation of the truth, life and death have been put aside.

"That's Mo whispering. "Yes, it's a disciple of their Cedar Hall," "No, you can't let this kid take the lead." The crowd erupted into a discussion, and after a while, only someone could be heard shouting: "Don't whisper, you fucking don't follow the rules, hurry back." "Mo whispering, you can't find death, Nie Wushuang is all of us, how dare you stand up alone?" "Mo whispering, be careful that Lao Tzu slashes you with a knife." "The turtle king bastard Mo whispers, dare to take advantage of everyone?" "Let's go up together, hack Mo Qingyu to death first." ”

Mo whispered to the shouts in the crowd, knowing that he had committed public anger this time, he didn't speak, and walked slowly in the direction of the Cedar Hall phalanx.

The square burst into applause, only to hear someone shouting again: "Okay, okay, don't whisper and retreat." "Let's discuss it, how should we divide it?" "Why don't you divide it according to the hall entrance?" "You guys are really fucking crazy, thirteen halls, and a deputy hall master's position, what can you get?" "It's better to let the deacon give the order, let's see who can grab it faster, right?" "Yes, yes, that's it." "Ten thousand people come forward at once, what are you kidding?" "Then what do you say?"

Nie Wushuang stood on the Zongbi stage with a gloomy face, his thoughts were flying at this time, and he didn't care about what the people in the square were arguing about.

The position of the deputy hall master is a strange thing.

The crowd was still noisy, still not in order, at this time, even Tang Minghu did not dare to step forward easily, after all, once he stepped forward to challenge alone, it was very likely that the public would be angry, he could guarantee to kill Nie Wushuang, but no one dared to guarantee that he could kill the next person on the field, what if someone came up in a group? So everyone was discussing and discussing the best way.

The entire Kaiye Square suddenly fell into a predicament, obviously everyone wanted to come on stage to challenge Nie Wushuang, but no one dared to come forward and become the first, even if they knew that they would win, no one dared to move.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Everyone, hurry up, if you can't discuss a fucking plan, Nie Wushuang will automatically get the first place. "Hurry up, hurry up, why don't you go up casually first?" "Yes, yes, in this way, Mo whispered just now, didn't you want to challenge Nie Wushuang? You have a grudge, right? You go up first!" "Yes, yes, you go first, don't whisper, you go up." "No, Mo Qingyu is a person from Cedar Hall, if he goes up and plays tricks, I can't guard against it. "That's right, that's right, other halls, go up to one, right?" "You can't go up and cultivate too high." This Nie turtle is just a first-order foundation building. "It's enough to go up to the second order of foundation building to clean him up." ”

At this time, in the phalanx of Yurun Hall, Tang Minghu turned around and walked quickly towards the back of his phalanx.

Just as the crowd was arguing one after another, in the phalanx of Yurun Hall, a disciple of the second order of the foundation suddenly flew to the front of the Zongbi platform, only to see him wearing a blue Yurun Hall disciple costume, and saluted everyone with his fists: "Time is running out, in this way, as long as everyone guarantees that the next person who goes up will not kill me, I will go up and cut Nie Wushuang for you, and when you discuss the plan, it will be not too late to come to the competition platform to find me." ”

"Okay, that's it. "Are you from Yurun Hall?" "What's your name?" "Okay, except for Cedar Hall, the other twelve halls will elect representatives and hold a meeting on the left side of the square, and everyone will discuss how to divide Nie Wushuang." "Hurry up, his grandfather's, when the time comes, Nie Wushuang will automatically get the first place." "Boy, you must not be defeated as soon as you play!" "It doesn't matter if you lose, as long as Nie Wushuang can't survive three consecutive victories, the welfare of his deputy hall master is still everyone's." ”

On the Zongbi stage, Nie Wushuang didn't care about the noisy crowd, suddenly his eyes widened, he took out the Demon Suppression Knife from the storage bag, pointed at Mo Qingyu who had just walked back to the Cedar Hall phalanx, and shouted: "Mo Qingyu, I, Nie Wushuang, want to challenge you!"