The treacherous and cunning Beijiang Lao Dao escaped, but the competition in the Martial God Temple had entered the most suspenseful moment.

A big battle between Mo Cong and Poison Dragon Zhi is imminent, and a young man has already forgotten the old way of the **. Only Chu Ci, when he remembered the old-fashioned and gloomy expression on his face that day, he felt uneasy in his heart. Although Lao Dao didn't say a word to Chu Ci, and Chu Ci always hid behind Zhilan, that Lao Dao always secretly looked at her with that kind of obscene gaze, and every time she could read a message in Lao Dao's gaze that made her panic.

Recalling the situation that day, Chu Ci couldn't help but shudder, looking around, Mo Cong and Poison Longzhi were preparing for the competition, it seemed that the two of them looked leisurely, changed their clothes and stood there chatting.

At present, there are only four teenagers left, Mo Cong, Poison Longzhi, Zhilan and Huangfu Yunsong.

The martial arts competition in the Martial God Temple adopts a knockout system, so Mo Cong and Poison Dragon Zhi will face each other in the left wing ring behind the first ring, and two days later Zhilan and Huangfu Yunsong will compete in the right wing ring. The eventual winner of the two competitions will step onto the red carpet and stand in the main ring that has been idle for a long time, but this has become the biggest suspense in people's hearts.

The dozens of rings in the Martial God Temple were arranged in the shape of goose wings, and the first ring was much taller than the dozens of rings behind it, and in the dazzling sunlight, this huge ring that had been idle for nearly two months looked solemn and mysterious.

On both sides of the stone road leading to the huge ring, there were fifteen tall and mighty stone statues standing between the gaps in the trees, and those stone statues were the martial arts supremes that everyone in the martial arts continent had admired for hundreds of years. Although they have not yet cultivated to the level of Martial Saints, people habitually call them Martial Saints out of respect. Although the ancestors are deceased, people are proud of them, and it is precisely because of people's admiration that the statues of the 30 deceased ancestors are extremely solemn and sacred. Each stone statue is made by a skilled craftsman, with a vivid facial expression and a different demeanor, the only thing in common is that the tiger's eyes under the double sword eyebrows are shining with a fierce gaze, warning and inspiring future generations.

Colorful flags fluttered in the big ring, and a quiet and simple picture scroll hung on a high wall behind the ring. In the painting, the mountains are green and the water is secluded, an old man with crane hair and a childish face, and an old man with a fairy wind is holding a bamboo cane and a white beard fluttering, and is swimming freely among the green mountains and green waters; the old man's eyes are like electricity, his face is kind, although his clothes are simple, but the righteousness is awe-inspiring. This old man is the originator of the Ancient Holy Dao Gate, and he is also the ancestor of all the people who practice martial arts in the Wulin Continent.

"No matter what I think, this kid Poison Dragon Zhi can't beat Mo Cong. Poison Dragon Zhu sat in his seat and looked at Mo Cong and Poison Dragon Zhi, who had already stepped into the ring, and said with a smile.

"I'm happy that either of them wins. Mrs. Lan smiled slightly, and thought to herself: "The palms and backs of the hands are all meat, as long as you don't get hurt, it doesn't matter who wins." ”

Hearing this, Master Yun twisted his green beard under his chin and muttered: "In my opinion, the Poison Dragon Son has a better chance of winning. "For some reason, the head of the dignified Yunzhong faction has never had a good impression of Mo Cong.

Master Yun did not mean to compliment the Poison Dragon Family in the slightest, which Poison Dragon Zhu and Mrs. Lan knew very well in their hearts, and they knew why Master Yun was prejudiced against Mo Cong.

Therefore, Poison Dragon Zhu and Mrs. Lan secretly exchanged glances and smiled at each other.

"Ha, borrowing Brother Yun's auspicious words, if Brother Yun is right, how about I invite Brother Yun to go to the outer heavens to eat wine?"

"Brother Poison Dragon, how can I not go?"

"Hey?" Poison Dragon Zhu pulled a strange smile on his face, pointed at Yun Zhang, and said, "What if Brother Yun loses?"

"I lost?" Yun Zhangmen reluctantly raised his eyes to look at Poison Dragon Zhu, and thought for a moment: "How could I lose!"

"I mean just in case. The poisonous dragon said.

"If you lose, I'll ask you. ”

"Hey, I said, the dignified cloud master can't be the golden ticket in his heart!"

Hearing this, Master Yun's face sank, and he pressed his hand to his chest and said, "I'm really reluctant to spend it!"

"Hahaha!" After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Seeing this, Miss Zhilan, who was sitting behind the two of them, couldn't help it, bit her red lip and asked, "Dad, why do I always think that you are prejudiced against Mo Cong?"

"What do children know?" Master Yun glanced at Zhilan fiercely, and said angrily: "Talking nonsense!"

"Me"

On weekdays, the head of the cloud regards Zhilan as the pearl of his palm, and he has never reprimanded half a sentence, but I don't know why today, he didn't save any face for Zhilan in front of everyone, and for a while, Miss Zhilan's face blushed and rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

Chu Ci and Miss Huangfu, who were sitting on her left and right, were also slightly embarrassed and silent.

After being silent for a long time, Zhilan's face became more and more ugly, but the poisonous dragon Zhu and Mrs. Lan were present, and she could only hold her breath there, with a tear clearly flashing in her eyes.

"Miss Zhilan, it's too stuffy here, I want to go to the back to breathe, you can go with me!" Miss Huangfu, who was sitting next to Zhilan, said in her ear.

"I'll go too, sister, let's go together!" Chu Ci also winked at Zhilan and said.

The two girls just wanted to break the embarrassing situation, Zhilan knew it, nodded, and slowly stood up.

The three girls turned around and didn't go ten steps away, and Miss Zhilan, who had always been resolute and decisive, had trembling red lips and tears flowed out.

"Sister, don't cry!" Chu Ci hurriedly took out a handkerchief to help Zhilan wipe her tears, and carefully persuaded: "Uncle Yun is also anxious, sister, don't be sad." ”

Hearing this, Zhilan looked at Chu Ci for a long time, took a deep breath, and said to Fang Lan: "Silly girl, sister is not sad, do you know why my father has always been prejudiced against Mo Cong?"

Looking at Zhilan's eyes, Chu Ci felt a faintly uneasy in her heart, and the girl frowned like a crescent moon and asked, "Why?"

Zhilan looked left and right, even though the place where they were standing was far away from the crowd, but behind them was full of guards from the Poison Dragon Family and the Yunzhong Sect, so Zhilan shook her head and smiled: "Forget it, this is not the place to talk, I'll tell you when I go back!"

When the three of them returned to their seats, they looked up and saw that the competition in the ring had begun. Mo Cong and Poison Long Zhi's faces were calm, but the atmosphere below the ring was tense.

After dozens of competitions, Mo Cong and Poison Longzhi both have their own admirers, and most of them are girls. The two groups of young girls were shouting slogans with slogans, cheering for the two on the stage, and because the two groups of girls were too close, they went off for a while

Fortunately, the soldiers who maintained order in the Martial God Temple separated the two groups in time to resolve a bloody crisis. However, despite the fact that there are people separated by walls, the two sides still refuse to give up, and war of words occurs from time to time.

"Don't make any noise, and don't let people watch the game!" Someone in the crowd watching the competition couldn't stand it and couldn't help but shout. But he didn't want to, this remark aroused a thousand layers of Lang and caused dissatisfaction on both sides.

"Which onion are you?"

"Take good care of your own children!"

The two groups of girls suddenly dissipated their grievances, and a pair of flame-spewed eyes looked at the shouter at the same time, filled with righteous indignation and hatred of the enemy.

"Whose children are these!"

The girls were arrogant, and many people in the crowd sided with the shouters, and a war of words between adults and girls was being staged and had the potential to spread. For a while, there was chaos under the ring.

The soldiers of the Martial God Temple had just calmed down the chaos under the stage, but there was a sudden shocking scene in the ring.

In the ring, before Mo Cong and Poison Longzhi could fight, Poison Longzhi suddenly pressed his hand on his chest, and fell to the ring with a pop, rolling all over the ground, and foaming at the mouth in his mouth.

"Poison Dragon Zhi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Mo Cong's face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Poison Longzhi was lying in the ring and secretly opened one eye to look at Mo Cong, and rolled all over the ring, his face was extremely ugly, it seemed that he was really in pain, "Oops, my stomach hurts so much!"

"Get up, don't pretend, your acting skills are worse than Liu Yun!" Mo Cong stood up and looked at the poisonous dragon Zhidao helplessly. As soon as I remembered that when I competed with Liu Yun the day before yesterday, Liu Yun deliberately sold a flaw, and before Mo Cong could make a move, Liu Yun actually floated under the ring by himself, and looked back at Mo Cong and smiled, and said, After I lost, I walked away as if I was relieved.

Although Mo Cong won the victory, such a victory was simply a mockery for him. Therefore, he didn't want to have a second time, so he took a step forward and wanted to pull Poison Longzhi up, but he didn't expect that Poison Longzhi took advantage of the situation and rolled directly under the ring.

"You-" Mo Cong pointed at Poison Dragon Zhi and said, "This doesn't count!"

"Brother," Poison Long Zhi patted the dust on his clothes and smiled at Mo Conghan: "It's better to save some effort to deal with Huangfu Yunsong or Zhilan, our own brothers, you can compete at any time." ”

Mo Cong was so angry that he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and beckoned the prison officer: "I also admit defeat!"

The supervisor spread his hands with a smile, rolled his strange eyes, and said, "Both lose? There are no rules like that, you win!"

Seeing this, boos erupted in the ring.