This inconspicuous question in Mo Ling's heart quickly swelled, and people had to care about it—because the next six competitions were all Daoists from Jing Si Yuan against the head of Tianzi Pavilion.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, it's a coincidence - who believes it, at least Moling doesn't believe it.

In these six competitions, the head of the Tianzi Pavilion used the magic of spiritual power transformation soon after taking the stage, and won the competition aggressively without giving the opponent any chance to return the favor.

The crowd in the audience is unknown, just cheer and cheer, who cares which school these seven unlucky insects belong to.

"Suspicious, so suspicious. Mo Ling bit her lip, "This matchup arrangement is definitely not drawn by lottery. ”

"What does it matter. Qing Yuan disagreed, "Anyway, I didn't expect them to win all the way to the end, and it was their blessing to lose to the head of the Tianzi Pavilion." ”

"It's a big deal. Mo Ling took over, "At this stage of the conference, every time a disciple takes a step forward, the exercise books assigned to his own school will rise a level. The seven Taoists of Jing Si Yuan all stopped here, and Jing Si Yuan could only get seven intermediate exercises in the end, and if they won the competition, these seven books would become superior exercises. ”

"And that kind of statement?" Fan Yin interjected.

"The tournament was originally set up for this purpose. Mo Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, the Heavenly Son Pavilion would not be able to occupy the top level exercises in the county for many years. ”

Fan Yin and the others looked at each other, only to hear Qing Kite quip: "Mr. can't get used to the behavior of the Tianzi Pavilion, so he set fire to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?"

"Girl, don't talk nonsense. Mo Ling said sternly.

"Hey, hey, look at my mouth. Qing Kite seems to be slapping her mouth, but she is actually covering her mouth and snickering.

"Then are we being calculated by the Heavenly Son Pavilion?" Fan Yin looked worried.

"Needless to say, it must be. Qing Kite replied in place of Mo Ling.

"It's a pity, it's hateful. Fan Yin clenched his fists and muttered.

Just when everyone thought that Jing Siyuan was about to return with hatred during this trip to the martial arts competition, a head of the Tianzi Pavilion took the stage and said: "With the end of the seventh competition just now, today's martial arts competition will come to an end-" Speaking of this, there was a burst of dissatisfaction and boos in the audience, and the head of the house changed his words, "But the Taoist friends who have just played against the heads must be full of frustration and regret in their hearts, and the officials may not be happy-" The head of the hall paused at the right time, and there were words in the audience, echoing one after another, the head smiled slightly, and continued, "So all the heads discussed together and made an unprecedented decision, that is-" The head deliberately dragged out his voice, "Give the seven Taoist friends just now another chance to compete!"

Huh-the audience was constantly in shock, this decision is indeed unheard of, does it mean to fight again, is it necessary.

"However," the head suppressed everyone's discussions, "this time we invite seven Daoists to fight together, and compete with the seven leaders on the same stage at the same time, as long as you can defeat any of them, even if the seven Daoists win together!"

Oh - there was a sudden moment in the audience, as if there was something interesting!

"Of course, whether you are willing to re-enter the stage depends on the meaning of the seven Taoists-" The head naturally focused on the seven black-clothed Taoists, and the expectant eyes of everyone in the audience turned to the black-clothed Taoists, these seven people, you look at me, I look at you, and they can't make up their minds. Promise, you will definitely not be able to win the head of Tianzi Pavilion, if you don't agree, everyone in this audience should not let go of themselves.

So, the seven people turned their eyes to Fan Yin, as if to say: Boss, you have an idea.

"Sir, what should I do!" Fan Yin asked in a low voice with a blushing face as she tugged at the sleeve of Mo Ling's coat.

Qing Yuan was quite unhappy about the fact that Fan Yin first asked for help from Mei Yu instead of herself, but in front of everyone's eyes, it was difficult to say anything after all-this is fine, it depends on how Mei Yu will deal with this situation.

"Even if they play a few more times, they still don't have a chance of winning. Mo Ling shook his head and said in a low voice, "Tianzi Pavilion is clearly here to humiliate Jing Si Yuan, don't be fooled." ”

Fan Yin comprehended and prepared to give instructions for the seven Daoists to give up and fight again. Qing Kite was reluctant to hear it, the seven games just now ended too quickly, and he hadn't seen it yet, no matter what his intentions were, it was serious to fight again. So Qing Kite stopped Fan Yin and motioned for her to accept the invitation of the master.

This time Fan Yin is in trouble, since Lord Qing Yuan nodded and said, then you have to go up, but what Mr. Mei Yu said also makes sense...... This brief hesitation was seen by Qing Kite, and immediately provoked a reproach: "Yin'er, what are you waiting for." ”

"Sister Kite......" Fan Yin didn't dare to disobey Qing Kite's meaning, but she didn't know where she had the courage to say, "Do you want to think about it again?"

"Don't think about it, let them fight again. "Isn't the gentleman also dissatisfied with the current result, this is just an opportunity for them." ”

Mo Ling heard that Qing Yin's words were thorny, and estimated that she was very unhappy with Fan Yin's ambiguous attitude, and there was no need for her to be between the two of them, making Fan Yin embarrassed, so she said: "Since Miss Qing Kite is so persistent, let's work hard for them to fight again." ”

The head of the Tianzi Pavilion, who had been standing on the stage for a long time to observe, noticed at this time that it was not the Daoist himself who really decided whether the Daoist could re-enter the stage, but the Moling people who were standing in the distance. The head turned around and made eye contact with the other leaders, as if they had reached a consensus.

"This time, Jing Si Yuan is menacing, and there is really someone behind it. The head of the house groaned slightly, and said to the Taoists, "It's really a coincidence, I just received a voice from the head of the red monkey in the air, saying that he also wants to perform on stage, just get together the eight heads of the eight masters!"

When the audience heard that the eight leaders were going to take the stage together, they couldn't help cheering.

"But in this way, it is eight people against seven people, which is unfair to all fellow Daoists. The head first showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and then suddenly brightened, clapped his hands and said, "It's better to be like this, how about seven Taoist friends pick one of the heroes and heroes in the audience, and gather eight people to come to the stage?"

This may sound like a temporary decision, but it has been planned for a long time, and the meaning of it is clear: Quickly bring out the master behind you, so that we can meet him for a while and see who he is holy.

"Sir, let me go!" "Sir, please go!" Fan Yin and Qing Yuan said at the same time, the two looked at each other, and Fan Yin quickly lowered his head.

Mo Ling raised his head, just opposite the eyes of the head of the stage, I don't know if it was an illusion, Mo Ling saw the head of the door lips move slightly, as if to say: I found you, you can't run away if you want to.

Tianzi Pavilion has set up a good situation, Mo Ling smiled and replied, It's hard to resist, let me meet you for a while.

"Sir?" Fan Yin was shocked when he saw Mo Ling walking towards the black-clothed Taoist, "You really want to go?"

The other party has bullied the head, if it is Moling, maybe he can bear it, but Mei Yu will definitely not be able to bear it. Mo Ling turned around and smiled awe-inspiringly: "Mei Yu, I've never been afraid of anyone. ”

"That's the momentum, sir!" said Qing Kite couldn't help but applaud.

I saw Mo Ling walking through the crowd, came to the seven Taoists, and arched his hand: "If you don't dislike it, I am willing to accompany you to the stage." ”

The Taoists recognized the magic feather and bowed their hands one after another: "It's time to drive the girl." ”

Seeing that the Daoists had no desire to win, and just wanted to go up and deal with it, Mo Ling called them to him and said carefully: "After going up for a while, you should fight with your heart, don't be confused by the transformation of the shape, and show your strengths." ”

"This ......," said one of them, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it, and I'll live up to the girl's expectations." ”

"I just need you to do your best, whether you can win or not—" Mo Ling saw that the faces of the Taoists were full of doubts and worries, and only then did he realize that he had not found the point, so he changed his words, "This is what your master meant, 'If you want to get paid more, you will fight to the death'." ”

"I see," the Taoist suddenly said, "Don't worry, girl, we will do our best." ”

"Very well, I'll be standing behind you in a moment, and you take care not to let them interfere with my spell casting. ”

Seven to eight, but also to protect the demon Ling from intrusion, the Taoists looked at each other, feeling a heavy burden, but no one picked a child and did not do it, it seems that money can make the ghost push and grind This is indeed true.