Three days later.

Most of the disciples who were eliminated in the first game went back, and there were a lot more vacant seats around the venue, and naturally most of them didn't leave if they wanted to see who emerged in the end.

Ah Jiu didn't want to come today, but he had to analyze the situation, so he had no choice but to come.

As soon as he sat down, there was an extra person in the original seat of Sixi next to him.

Ah Jiu looked sideways, isn't this a ghost? He didn't leave either?

"Senior, I'm afraid you're not a disciple of Zixiao Palace." Oni Xun's eyes were lifeless.

This is the aura that the Yinshan Sect must have for long-term cultivation of the internal exercises, and there is no sense of benefit to Wen Yang all over the body.

Ah Jiu didn't speak, took out the token from his bosom and showed it to him, and then put it in his arms.

Ah Jiu understood that the trick she used was indeed not the Zixiao Palace's personal inheritance method.

Ghost Xun tidied up: "Boss? ”

"Heir." Meng Jiu'er looked at the arena.

Ghost Xun hurriedly bowed his hand, sat down and said, "I really didn't know that Zixiao Hall actually produced this third ancient artifact. ”

"Oh? Do you know a lot? Ah Jiu's eyes were always on the field.

"That's nature, it's just an open heavenly hairpin in Zixiao Palace, and a Tianshu sword, I just didn't expect that even Wan Mu's measuring ruler is also a chef in Zixiao Palace."

Ghost Xun's face was expressionless, and the airflow he let out when he spoke was also cold, which made Jiu'er a little uncomfortable:

"There are many things you can't think of, your Yinshan faction is also enough to damage, and the method that harms others and is not beneficial to yourself is also practiced so desperately."

Ghost Xun's pupils twisted and looked at Meng Jiu'er.

Meng Jiu'er looked at him sideways, with a look - I said something wrong.

"Don't insult the inheritance of my master, yes, the bloody corpse in the coffin is indeed my father, it was his life for a short time, I had to learn the Yinshan sect to protect my father for thirty years, and he will be able to come back to life after thirty years."

Ghost Xun's voice couldn't help but raise a few points with determination: "You disciples of Zixiao Hall don't understand. ”

Ah Jiu looked at the ghost Xun curiously: "Dust to dust to dust, where to come from, people can't be resurrected after death, you are cultivating the way against the sky, I don't see that you are quite courageous, but you use your own blood to raise corpses, even if your father resurrects you?" ”

Seeing that Meng Jiu'er had always spoken lightly, Ghost Xun calmed down his emotions:

"Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, not to mention that the Yinshan Sect also has a method of self-repair, so I am not afraid of that bit of blood."

Ah Jiu is still as calm as water: "By sucking yin qi? Yang is the sky and yin is the earth, you want to fight with pure yin and pure yang, what are the chances of winning? ”

"I'm sure, it's just that when I meet you in this competition, I'm also underestimating the enemy."

Ah Jiu didn't speak, but thought to himself that he wouldn't be able to win if he was given eight more chances.

Seeing that Meng Jiu'er didn't speak, Ghost Xun couldn't sit still, and he was entangled in his heart for a long time before he said this:

"Excuse me...... Ask my seniors, how did you see through my illusion? ”

Originally, I didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and I came here to chat? Ah Jiu pursed his lips and smiled:

"Because, I have seen your Yinshan Ancestor Master, and it doesn't look like that at all."

After saying that, Ghost Xun's face twitched a few times, it was too embarrassing, but what shocked Ghost Xun the most was:

"Have you seen my sect ancestor?"

"Not only have I met, but we are still friends." Meng Jiu'er said bluntly, the Yinshan faction also uses earth qi, as the mother of all things, as far as the primordial god of all things, dust returns to dust, he wants souls, and what all things need is nutrients.

The ghost beast's eyes narrowed, and she looked Meng Jiu'er up and down.

The ancestor of Yinshan had already ascended to immortal more than 100,000 years ago, how could she have seen it at such a young age?

After being silent for a long time, Ghost Xun arched his hand and said, "I'm bothering my seniors." ”

Ah Jiu ignored it, and Ghost Xun returned to the arranged guest room to meditate cross-legged, but his eyes looked at the pipes placed next to the bed, and he cherished the coffin board:

"Daddy, today my son unfortunately met a master, and you almost lost your body, and your son is really useless."

Thinking of this, Ghost Xun's hand stroking the pipe formed a claw-like shape, clutching it fiercely, and tears oozed from his dark eyes.

With a click, a book broke the window paper of the back window and landed on the desk.