The moon is smooth and falling, and on the high platform, there are only the last two normal people left.

Zhou Xiao walked up to Lian Chiyun and handed out the Taoism: "You're the only one left, what about your Taoism?"

Lian Chiyun looked Zhou Xiao up and down, and suddenly, he found a detail! Although the other party tried his best to hide the sleepiness between his eyebrows, he still saw through it at a glance.

Oh, yes!

Contemplating and reading Taoism is not about eating and drinking, it requires the use of enough spiritual energy in the brain domain! How could he not be tired from contemplating and reading eight Daoist disciple-level Dao treatises in a row?

In that case, use that treatise to give him the final blow!

Since you can't defeat the Taoist theory head-on, then use the Taoist theory to drag him down!

Lian Chiyun made up his mind and stretched out his hand to his left bosom.

Compared with his personal reputation, he cared more about the glory of the Medicine King Valley.

......

On the airship, the two elders took this scene into their eyes and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"It's stable, it's stable, and in the end, you still need to rely on Lian Chiyun. He is worthy of being a genius who will enter the Medicine God Sect in the future. ”

"He has two sermons on him. One is short and concise, and one is long and cumbersome. It seems that he wants to use that fifty pages of Taoism to drag his opponent down. ”

"Yes, the young man in the medicine shop is already showing fatigue, obviously using his brain too much, and his spiritual energy is seriously depleted, and he can't last long. ”

The two elders discussed in a low voice, and then opened the Xuanmen.

The airship was so far from the ground that only the two elders could see what was happening on the ground.

I thought it would be an easy crush, but I didn't expect that there would be a master in that small medicine shop, and one person lost eight true path disciples in a row, and the two elders were really surprised.

Fortunately, it was Lian Chiyun who pressed the formation this time, and he saw through the opponent's weakness at a glance.

Lian Chiyun made a move, and it was almost a sure win.

However, this incident can be a reminder to the increasingly proud disciples, and it is quite an educational warning.

In the Xuanmen, a picture of the ring appeared.

The disciples of the Medicine King Valley looked at the neurotic True Dao Senior Brothers on the high platform, their faces were full of incredulity, and after a short silence, there was an uproar in the airship.

"Even if you are all selected geniuses, in this world, any accident will happen. You senior brothers, you are too light of the enemy. The elder walked to the front of the Xuanmen and gave an educational explanation.

Under the turn of the elder, the picture zoomed in, zoomed in, and froze, focusing on the center of the ring—Lian Chiyun and his opponent, the young man in a white robe, were exchanging Taoist theories.

"Fortunately, there is Lian Chiyun. He discovered his opponent's weakness, which was that he was exhausted after reading eight Taoist treatises in a row. The elder continued.

Another elder also stepped forward: "Continuous contemplation and reading of the Tao is unbearable for ordinary adult monks. Unless there is a gifted freak like Prince Wanghai Guohua, let alone the eight Taoist treatises, he doesn't feel tired at all even when he breaks through the five-story Heavenly Book Hidden Tower. But how many freak geniuses with infinite energy can there be?"

"In terms of finding the weaknesses of your opponents, you have to learn from Senior Brother Lian. Look, the boy was already yawning, his eyes were empty, and he was obviously too tired to concentrate. ”

After the elder finished speaking, he suddenly found that the airship was so quiet.

It's so quiet that you can hear your hair falling.

The two elders glanced at each other, bowed slightly, and both smiled with satisfaction.

The disciples listened very carefully, and these proud children were finally willing to calm down and think about life.

This matter can not only teach the disciples a lesson, but also gain a victory in the end, and put an end to this northward sweep, overall, it is still very satisfying.

At this moment, the girl's weak voice sounded.

"Report to the Elders...... That one...... He yawned, his eyes vacant, a little glazed...... Probably not because of sleepiness. ”

The elder smiled slightly, not angry, but relieved, the disciples have a spirit of questioning and inquiry, which is a good thing!

Another elder stroked his beard and encouraged, "Even the little county lord of Hua has begun to learn to think and analyze. Okay, good, tell me, what do you think?"

Lord Hua pointed to the familiar ice face in the picture, and his arm trembled slightly: "He...... He was probably bored. ”

......

The elder was stunned.

How can it be, it's obvious that you're sleepy. Could it be that my old eyes are dizzy?

The two elders turned to the Xuanmen again.

The boy opened his mouth and yawned again, looking into the distance, his eyes glazed and distracted...... It is clearly a manifestation of excessive observation and reading of Taoism and mental exhaustion to the extreme!

Come to think of it, those are eight Dao treatises at the level of a true path disciple! With different directions and different arguments, even the most elite teachers in the Medicine King Valley would not read them in one sitting, because they were too draining and difficult to hold.

The two elders withdrew their gazes, exchanged a look, and shook their heads secretly.

Lord Hua couldn't see this, it was really incomprehensible and disappointing.

"Lord Hua's point of view is really fanciful. That's the end of the topic. An elder said lightly.

He was about to put an end to this boring topic when someone spoke again.

"Report to the elders. The disciple also felt ...... He was bored. "The one who spoke was Zhong Qikui, the third disciple of the Dao Sect.

Elder Medicine King Gu was stunned.

"Report to the elder, the disciple doesn't think so. Daoist disciple Wang Shijun spoke.

Elder Medicine King Gu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, most of the disciples were able to stay normal.

I heard Wang Shijun continue: "The disciple thinks that he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he is ready to fight against his senior brother! He is fine at all, and he is not sleepy at all. ”

The disciple also agreed with Senior Brother Wang's view. ”

"Whether it's boring or preparing for yin, it's impossible to be sleepy. ”

The two elders looked dull, turned around quickly for a while, and swept over the disciples in the cabin, only to see that all the disciples had stiff expressions and solemn eyes, and some disciples even turned pale, their hands clenched into fists, and trembled slightly.

In the silent airship, nearly a hundred eyes focused on the yawning boy in the center of the picture at the same time.

How could the disciples of the Medicine King Valley not recognize him!

That cold face, that cold look, even if the tears gleamed when yawning, could not be hidden.

It was him! It was him! Flew out on a rainy night, hitting nearly a hundred disciples of the Flying Medicine King Valley with one move, and defeating the powerful Daoist disciples in a devastating manner...... Until the end, that sound of "I hit the wrong person" completely made the disciples of the Medicine King Valley collapse, leaving an indelible shadow in the depths of the young heart.

And in the Heavenly Book Hidden Tower, it was also him, surpassing the Genius Academy, the True Dao disciple, and the former No. 1 freak in the Thirty Southeast Kingdoms, Prince Hua, standing on the seventh layer that no one had ever broken into!

The terrifying Heavenly Book Hidden Tower can break through, and the extremely talented Prince Hua can't keep up with the freak...... How is it possible to get tired after reading a few sermons?

"Are you serious?" the elders of the Medicine King Valley finally sensed that something was wrong.

"Report to Elder! The disciple proposes to recall Senior Brother Lian immediately while the last round has not yet begun!" Zhong Qikui stood up, his face full of grimness.

Gao Gongzi, who was sitting alone in the corner of the guest seat, seemed to have just come back to his senses, stood up suddenly, and shouted, "Elder! It's Brother Leng!"

"What cold pigeon, hot pigeon, didn't Gao Gongzi have dinner, hungry again?" the elder frowned.

"Brother Leng?" The other elder's eyelids suddenly jumped twice: "Is that Leng Bingbing?"

All the disciples nodded in unison.

The elder changed color, and without saying a word, he ejected out and broke into the control room, pressed his palm on the rune roulette wheel on the control console, and shouted: "Lian Chiyun!