The 100-year competition was carried out in an orderly manner, and students from 27 branches took the stage one after another, showing their achievements in cultivation.

The sun rises and sets, the moon is dark and the moon is bright, the competition continues day by day, the victory and defeat are clear, the loneliness of the loser, the publicity of the winner, and the cheers of the onlookers rise and fall. As time continues, the number of collisions between the strong and the strong becomes more and more frequent, and some classic scenes that can be passed on to future generations begin to appear, dizzying.

Gradually, there were fewer daily fights, but people's enthusiasm became higher and higher, and the atmosphere naturally became more and more enthusiastic. The students were divided into several camps, choosing their favorite people and waving their flags to cheer for them.

On the eighteenth day, the masters of each courtyard have already appeared, although there are no geniuses such as Chinese New Year's Eve and Thirteen Lang who have swept one after another, but there are indeed many amazing characters, and there are countless characters who have created amazing skills and can make people shine, and the audience is really full of eyes.

"Come on, come on!"

"Oops!"

There were two exclamations on the viewing platform, a fire ignited on the arena, and a figure staggered out, finally unable to stand firm and fell out of the arena.

"Senior sister, I agreed. ”

"What to let go, my skills are not as good as others. ”

The winner is personable, and the loser speaks coldly, causing boos around him, and of course, some people praise him for his openness, and the momentum is too small. Regardless of being booed or praised, the person who lost the battle didn't care, and returned to his camp with a cold face, still thinking on his face.

"Senior sister, drink some water. ”

"Senior sister, apply some medicine. ”

"Senior Sister"

The students of the eighth branch flocked up, and the leaders were Huang Qu and Zhou Xingxing, and the two of them were busy offering their hospitality in no particular order, only to get a cold snort.

"And not dead. What's the hurry? ”

Ignoring how embarrassed the younger brothers and sisters around him were, Guan Yanqiu strode towards Yan Meng and bowed down.

"The disciple is incompetent"

"Don't say that, your cousin is much better than I was back then. ”

The cute girl has now become a teacher, and she can no longer be coquettish and cute like usual, and said gently: "Do you know where the defeat is?"

Guan Yanqiu thought all the way and had the answer. He replied: "The disciple is impetuous and eager to win, and he is taken advantage of by him. ”

Yan Meng nodded slightly and said, "Also, you are a woman, you can't fight like a man all the time." ”

Hearing this, Guan Yanqiu frowned slightly, not daring to refute, but his expression was obviously disapproving.

Yan Meng sighed and said, "There is a difference between men and women. The courage of flesh and blood, women are inherently inferior to men, and they can't be blindly strong because of their temperament. On the other hand, women also have the advantage that men can't learn."

I couldn't go on halfway through the words, looking at Guan Yanqiu's silent expression, the cute girl lamented in her heart: It's really difficult to be a qualified teacher!

Since the barbarian was trapped in the Demon Domain, the Eighth Chamber has declined. The impact is not only on the prestige of the branch, but also on the cultivation of the students in the school. Brain drain is also very strict. It wasn't until a few days ago that this situation was reversed because of the news that the head of the Demon Palace brought the Barbarian Venerable;

The result is not surprising, and the overall comparison of the eighth branch in the fight is extremely poor. Even the main generals were quickly defeated, and the wonderful thing is that this student with average qualifications, average cultivation, average magic weapons, and only tenacity and tenacity worth a battle is eye-catching, not to mention passing the test one after another, and also defeated a main general.

To achieve such results, the students of the Eighth Branch, including Yan Meng, are already satisfied, and they treat Guan Yanqiu differently. Plan to cultivate well. It's a pity that strength is strength in the end, the last time he won, Guan Yanqiu was a little lucky, and now he has taken on huge pressure all of a sudden, and his appearance is suddenly abnormal, and he lost what he shouldn't have lost, which is embarrassing.

This situation comes down to the fact that the strength of the students in this big competition is relatively balanced, and no one can sweep the eight directions like Thirteen Lang or Yelian last time. In other words, the wins and losses of each game are in the millimeter, if Guan Yanqiu plays a little better, has a little luck, and has a better strategy, he may be able to pass a few levels.

If you lose, you lose, Yan Meng didn't feel anything, but Guan Yanqiu couldn't think about it, and said ashamedly: "Mr. Thirteen is invincible, the disciple has damaged Mr. face, please punish the teacher." ”

Xiegu has been refining medicine for more than ten years, and Thirteen Lang has indeed instructed Huang and Guan to practice, and has also provided cherished pills for them to take, otherwise, Guan Yanqiu's cultivation will not meet the conditions of Dabi at all. However, having said that, that kind of teaching is more about pointing, and people with good understanding are useful, and it is difficult to say how effective it will be for people like Guan Yanqiu who rely on diligence and perseverance to improve.

Of course, it is an honor to be guided by the current prestige of the Thirteen Lang in the Taoist Academy. If you don't believe it, please look around, the Eighth Branch has the least number of people coming this time, but the attention it has attracted is second only to Ziyun, the reason is that the change of the dream has spread, and the master and apprentice of the barbarian master and Mr. are fighting the true monarch of the underworld together, I don't know how many people yearn for it.

With Guan Yanqiu's temperament, it is natural to regard himself as half of his disciples, and the psychological burden is very heavy.

"Senior sister thinks too much, who can compare with Mr. "Speaking of Thirteen Lang, Zhou Xingxing, who had made great achievements and has now been designated by the inner court, came up, and his eyes were full of little stars.

"Besides, Mr. is a person who does big things, how can he care about this"

"Nonsense!"

It must be admitted that Guan Yanqiu does have some kind of flaw in her character, Zhou Xingxing worships Thirteen Lang, Yan Meng didn't say anything, she had already called out first, and she was swaggering.

"Mr. is also from weak to strong step by step, why can't he compare? Why don't you care?"

"The little brother is just talking casually"

"When it comes to the perseverance of the Dao heart, you can also say it casually?"

"Me"

Zhou Xingxing's face was flushed, he wanted to distinguish nowhere to argue, he didn't dare to escape, and Huang Qu next to him had an idea and easily helped Zhou Xingxing get out of trouble.

"Dabi is going to end, even if Lei Zun doesn't appear, Mr. won't come to take a look. ”

Guan Yanqiu suddenly lost his words, and like others, he set his eyes on the cute master.

"He's busy all day, who knows what he's doing"

Yan Meng was still lamenting that it was not easy to be a teacher, and smiled bitterly after hearing it. Unconsciously, his eyes looked into the distance, and his expression suddenly lit up.

"Isn't that coming?"

"Why did you lose? You can win!"

On the main platform on the slope, the little palace master had a sad face, and he was also crying out for Guan Yanqiu, who he had never met, and the eyebrow master next to him looked gentle, while casually explaining to him and pointing out a few places, and at the same time did not forget to greet a few big guys. Talk about things that only the top people will talk about.

According to the previous promise of the boy, the little palace master automatically became the dean's personal inheritance, and the eyebrow master was generous and attentive, not only sparing no effort to instruct, but also deliberately bringing it to the main stage that the head was qualified to go on. Of course, because it is very likely that there will be a change of dean after Dabi, how long this master-apprentice relationship can last and how meaningful it is, everyone has their own guesses in their hearts. It's inconvenient to speak.

Anyway, Master Mei is now the dean, so she is the teacher of the little palace master, and this relationship alone is enough for the spirits and demons to live in harmony and praise each other.

Talking about the battle before the dismantling to the little palace master, the eyebrow master said: "There are very few talented people, and a few Taoist friends have come from afar. I'm afraid I'm a little disappointed. ”

Yanshan Ancestor said: "There are so many talents, many people actually create their own magical powers. The Taoist Academy is worthy of being a holy place for cultivation, and the Meiyuan is too modest. ”

Master Mei shook his head and said, "This academy knows that the dean is short, and because he has dabbled in a lot, although his cultivation skills are extensive, he has also brought many evil consequences. For example, students often have difficulty determining their future, and they are greedy and curious. Nothing is often accomplished in the later stages. In contrast, the swallowtail monks are dedicated to serving together, and all of them can achieve something, and their perseverance is admirable. ”

Yanshan Ancestor laughed at himself and said, "The swallowtail monk can only use a sword, and he can't compare to a hundred flowers in spiritual cultivation." ”

The eyebrow master said humbly: "To say that a hundred flowers bloom. Or is the demon cultivator more qualified. The hundred clans of the Demon Domain, tens of millions of monks and wizards are tired, where can be described by a hundred flowers. ”

The old ancestor took it and said: "The demon cultivator relies on the power of talent, and the Taoist Academy relies on cultivation to study and make judgments, and besides, the most outstanding saint of the demon clan was abducted by the Taoist Academy. ”

When these words came out, the surrounding bigwigs laughed, and even the eyebrow master couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "If the old ancestor is willing, he can be caught back to the Wild Dance, and this court will not stop him." ”

It's a joke again, and of course it's not just a joke, it's implied with a knife's edge. Thirteen Lang is also the director of the spirit and demon, and his identity is no longer a secret, the ancestor ridiculed it, probably because although the Taoist Academy is good, the best one is not pure;

The joke provoked some laughter, and after laughing, the eyebrow master said: "One or two outstanding can lead for a while, and long-term prosperity needs to flourish as a whole, and from the perspective of this hospital, today's big comparison is more meaningful than the one a hundred years ago." ”

Yanshan Ancestor nodded and said: "The upper class should have the vision of the upper class, and the words of the Meiyuan won my heart. ”

The old ancestor thought for a while and said, "Hundred flowers look forward to the branches, if there are a few more outstanding people, it will be more perfect." ”

"The Buddha is merciful, Xin Xin is the donor" The living Buddha joined half a sentence, thinking that the greed of the demon race is really the nature, how can there be such a good thing.

"It's boring, it's boring. ”

The little palace master regained his memory, his heart did not change much, listening to what these old grandfathers and old monks said was all boring, and seeing that no one on the stage had anything to do with him, he became more and more depleted.

"These people can't do it, no one can beat ten like my brother. ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" When the people around heard this, the old ancestor laughed and stopped, and then seemed to think of something, and asked: "On the last day, why hasn't Lei Zun been there?"

When this sentence was asked, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the competition was carried out to this day, and everyone, as well as the nearly 10,000 monks from all over the world, were absent-minded, all waiting for one person: Lei Zun!

After Dabi, it is to take the hospital, and if Lei Zun does not come, it is equivalent to giving up, in that case, many people will probably be disappointed.

"It's best not to come, what do you want him to do. ”

The voice of the little palace master broke the silence, and Yang Yang said: "Brother didn't come either"

"Here he comes. Yanshan Ancestor suddenly spoke.

"He also came. The Buddha sighed.

"It's still here after all. The Old Ancestor's face was slightly gloomy.

"Of course it's coming. As one of the parties involved, Meiyuan is the calmest one.

"It's coming!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Soon, there was a commotion on and off the mountain, and more than 10,000 monks turned around one after another, and even the two people who were fighting on the stage stopped and looked in the same direction.

In the distance below the mountain, Thirteen Lang and Lei Zun walked side by side, crashing into everyone's field of vision.

"That's a lot of people."

While walking, Thirteen Lang turned his head with emotion and asked Lei Zun.

"Are you waiting for you, or are you waiting for me?"

(To be continued......)