"It's finally my turn to play!" Miao calmed down, heard her turn to play, and said confidently and loudly, as if no one else could hear her. And the seventh master on the cliff was sweating for his apprentice, but when he heard that the apprentice was so confident for no reason, his nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

Yesterday, Jin Jiu and Gu Hong won two matches in a very short time, and the other games were advanced in turn. The remaining apprentices of several masters competed with each other, and the second round of the second round of competition was the second master's Jinjiu, Jinghong, and Duyu, the fourth master's Youlan and Qingxia, the fifth master's new plant, Yew, Guhong, and Yunsong, the sixth master's disciple was just right, and the seventh master's disciple was naturally Miao, and then there were eleven, a total of twelve people. These 12 people are determined by drawing lots.

The fifth master is naturally full of confidence in his apprentices, and the disciples of the previous competition have won four out of five games, if it weren't for Gu Hong's rush to the competition, where would it be the turn of the sixth master's disciples to win the next one. Among the twelve people in this round of competition, his own apprentices accounted for one-third, and he knew Gu Hong's ability in his heart, and the others except for Jin Jiu's black knife, he had some concerns, that is, how eleven's ability was. After all, he didn't participate in the competition, and the Xuangong he learned was another routine, he didn't know the depth of geometry, and the name of the withered real person had already been talked about by the master and ancestor, so naturally it was not a simple character, and of course it was difficult for his apprentice to figure it out. The Fifth Master wanted to explore the reality of Eleven several times "unintentionally" to see what he had learned, but he was always stopped by his proud self-esteem as a teacher and a two-thousand-year-old Taoist practice.

Miao held her head high, looked around at the corners of her eyes, and strode onto the stage, the sea breeze blew the light blue gown, and a few strands of green silk fell from her forehead. Although Yun Song, who came up later, was mediocre in appearance, as a proud disciple of the Fifth Master, there was an extraordinary aura between his eyebrows. It's just that this extraordinary aura immediately seems so insignificant compared to Miao.

In the eyes of men, the best proof of their charm is nothing more than a woman's obsessive eyes and the madness of disregarding the image, of course, there are exceptions, that is, the man already has these, or the cultivation is extremely high, or the heart is dead. Obviously, Yunsong is not among the three.

Yun Song saw that all the women on the island admired Yu Miao, but Yu himself didn't look at it, like air. And Miao was arrogant and rude, so she was naturally displeased. Miao was naturally Qingmang Arrow pointed at Miao and said, "Three thousand junior brothers, please make a move!"

Miao didn't care about it, and didn't answer, she looked Yun Song up and down, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, obviously not in a posture. He poked his neck with his hand, took off something, and slowly walked forward to the center of the stone platform. Yun Song knew that he had been practicing in the Bishui Cave for a year, and according to his master, the opponent in front of him should not be much more diligent, but he didn't dare to despise it in his heart, and immediately became vigilant.

Seeing Miao put the things he had taken off his neck on the ground, and looked at the turtle shell that turned out to be a tender green turtle, Yun Song frowned, his eyes didn't dare to leave Miao for a while, I really don't know what mysteries are hidden in his turtle shell? The others are naturally inexplicable, the fifth master looked at the seventh master and asked, "Old Seven, what kind of mysterious skills did you teach your apprentice to practice?" The Seventh Master frowned, and he couldn't figure out what his beloved disciple was selling, so he touched his nose from time to time, and kept rubbing his chin, so naturally he didn't answer.

Except for Yun Song on the stone platform and most of the female disciples in the audience, everyone's eyes fell on Miao, Yun Song knew that Miao was famous for her cunning, maybe she wanted to use the turtle shell to attract her attention and take the opportunity to sneak attack, and the woman in the audience was naturally waiting for Miao's elegant and chic competition.

Miao suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were closed, and this expression made Yun Song's heart startled, only to see his palm facing outward, and he didn't know what trick he was reading in his mouth. At this moment, the turtle shell placed in the center of the stone platform continued to grow in size, and in a moment it was already eight feet square. Yun Song's vision was also blocked by the turtle shell, and Miao smiled: "Do you dare to come in?"

After Miao said this, the person immediately drilled into the turtle shell, the turtle shell did not stop expanding because Miao entered, the larger turtle shell forced Yun Song to continue to retreat, although Miao entered the turtle shell, but Yun Song did not know what the mystery was inside, he did not dare to rush in, so he had to jump on top of the turtle shell, looked around, and looked under the stands, no one was surprised, no one was surprised, no one was not surprised, no one was not discussing.

The enlarged turtle shell touched the stone pillar at the boundary of the stone platform, and finally stopped, and Miao's voice came from it at this time: "If you have the ability to come in, what kind of martial arts can you stand on it!?"

When Yun Song heard this, he was angry, but he thought that it was Miao's trick, and he was angry that there must be danger in this turtle shell, so he paused and replied: "The competition is on the stone platform, you might as well hide in the turtle shell, what kind of martial arts competition is this?"

Miao laughed and said: "Where is the stone platform? Where is the turtle shell? The turtle shell is on the stone platform, I am separated from the stone platform by one layer, but you are separated by two floors, do you say you should come down, or should I come out?"

Miao Qiao's tongue was like a spring, and he asked Yun Song for a while, Yun Song thought for a long time before replying: "The competition is to show everyone's ability, you are in the turtle shell, who can see it?"

"You are all practicing Xuangong in front of the public, haven't you shown it enough? As for me, if you are alone in the cave, there is naturally no need for others to see it! Senior brother, you are pushing and prescribing in every possible way, are you afraid of something? You have been practicing for forty or fifty years, and I have only been in the situation for one year, and I am naturally not used to competing outside, and if my senior brother wins me, I am not afraid..."

Yun Song thought about it, what Miao said was indeed the truth, Yun Song hesitated, frowned, I don't know if he has nothing to say, or he doesn't want to answer. At this time, the audience was already talking about the magic of the turtle shell, and a few curious people shouted at Yun Song: "Senior Brother Yun Song, go in and take a look!"

"The Fifth Master's archery skills are outstanding, why is the apprentice such a coward! How can the female disciples under the Fourth Master look down on you!" Miao's words were like a sharp cone, finally piercing Yun Song's hesitant foam.

Under everyone's gaze, Yun Song finally entered the turtle shell, and the audience was cheering, such cheers seemed to give Yun Song a little courage, but there were a few who were fooled.

Yun Song burrowed into the turtle shell, and the darkness immediately enveloped him, and when he turned around, the gap when he drilled in was now gone, and Yun Song was suddenly a little flustered. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the sound of the tide, and the water quickly flooded up from under his feet. The greenish-glowing stones lit up the surroundings, and the rising water unsteady the clouds. After all, Yun Song had been practicing for decades, holding his breath in his chest, staring intently around, and suddenly a behemoth attacked from him, covering the green light and flickering. Yun Song immediately bent his bow and shot arrows, the water flow was strong, and the resistance was extremely high, even if Yun Song's archery was high and fast, it was really difficult to shoot arrows in the water for the first time in his life. Several times Yun Song secretly regretted that the arrow was only a stone's throw away from the black object.

The longer the time, the more unfavorable it is to himself, Yun Song knows this, so he quickly shoots the long arrow in his hand, and waits until the arrow is exhausted, and finally he can't stand it, only to feel dizzy, and in the blur, a black dragon opens its bloody mouth and attacks him, Yun Song is frightened but has no power to fight back, and faints in shock.

Several people in the audience were about to approach the stone platform to take a look, but they didn't expect the turtle shell to suddenly become smaller, and Yun Song fell to the ground wet and unconscious.

Miao came out from the other side, but her whole body was clean and neat, and she didn't see any decadence, she was still chic, full of spring breeze, and put away the turtle shell and went down the stone platform.

The Seventh Master was overjoyed when he saw it, and the hanging heart finally settled down. I never thought that my apprentice had this ability, and he won in the end. The mood of victory drowned out his original curiosity. The sixth master was angry, but he didn't speak well, after all, he lost. Shi Zu shook his head, sighed, and did not speak. The sixth master's expression was always wooden, and he suddenly laughed out loud and said, "What is in this turtle shell!?"