Silence, deathly silence.

In the cheers of the tsunami in the 10,000-person stand platform mountain in Luofeng Mountain, there is an area where the birds are silent.

In the stands, the body of Xu Renke, who had a broken knife, was lying there so quietly.

It took a long time for someone to speak dryly.

"How can you lose?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to come back to their senses.

yes, how can you lose?

Xu Renke is obviously so strong, he has the name of breaking the knife, he is the two protectors of the Broken Mountain Gang, and he has wandered in many markets and made a great reputation.

But just now, he actually lost to Gao Tingyuan, who was looked down upon by them.

Zeng Wen, who had returned to the stands, looked a little rosy.

He said with some disbelief: "Just now Xu Renke activated the broken knife, which has already shown a trace of the power of the magic weapon, and it has indeed hit Gao Tingyuan." Why is Gotting far from dead? ”

In the face of this kind of means, even if he asked to play at a super level, it was impossible to win.

But Gao Tingyuan just won and survived.

Mi Shuhua frowned, and looked at the short man who was sitting weakly on the ground on the platform.

After a long time, he said uncertainly: "Substitute for the death puppet?" ”

"Huh?" Murong Qing was surprised, as if he had thought of something, "He actually has a substitute puppet!" ”

......

On the platform, Gao Tingyuan's face was frightened and he sat on the ground.

He muttered to himself, and his body trembled.

"Before you go on the field, didn't you say that you can win casually?"

"Why did he put me to death?"

"The magic weapon, that is definitely far beyond the best magic weapon, close to the power of the magic weapon."

"If it weren't for the fact that I had a substitute puppet of the Falling Cloud Sect, I would have died just now."

He covered his lower abdomen with his hand, obviously there was no wound, but the red blood was constantly seeping out through the skin.

The dantian is broken!

There is a loophole in the sea of qi, and spiritual power is leaking out uncontrollably.

In the future, even if you use a panacea to fill the loopholes, I am afraid that there will be no hope of building a foundation in this life.

This is caused by a trace of sword qi that contains the power of the magic weapon.

It was not an external blow, but a knife qi that penetrated into the dantian and drummed up the aura.

......

"Hey, he actually has a substitute puppet of the Luoyun Sect?"

Elder Zhou's astonishment was so obvious in the transmission.

Wang Haichao smiled slightly, didn't reply, and applauded gently.

Led by him, the gang members of the Dajiang Gang applauded wildly and cheered loudly.

It is worthy of being the number one qi refining master in our gang, and even the broken knife with the fragment of the magic weapon is not his hand.

"The Mixed River Dragon is invincible!"

"On the Tianjiao list, he should have his name!"

"Long live the Oe Gang!"

When Gao Tingyuan came to the stands weakly, he was praised by the whole gang.

Even Wang Haichao, the leader of the foundation building period, gave a warm welcome.

"Is it badly injured?"

"Ah, the sea of qi has been broken!"

"Come on, come on, I have a solid qi pill here, you can use it first."

"Don't be polite to me, it's all family."

Gao Tingyuan lowered his head, holding the solid qi pill, trembling with anger.

Old horseman, how dare you design me like this!

Outsiders saw it, and they only thought that he was excited because of the favor of the helper.

Look, how polite and virtuous our helper is, and how sincere he is to others!

......

"Xu Renke's body has been collected well, and he will be buried in the mausoleum behind the main altar in the future."

"Our brothers of the Broken Mountain Gang are not homeless lonely ghosts, and they have a resting place when they die."

Mi Shuhua arranged Xu Renke's funeral properly.

When the people heard this, they were all moved.

In this life, it is not easy to be a casual cultivator, and it is definitely a blessing to be able to follow such a boss.

Mi Shuhua sighed, and for some reason, there was some uneasiness in his heart.

Not winning the fourth match point game made him really uneasy.

The broken knife, which was pinned on by the Dajiang Gang, fell at the feet of the mixed river dragon, and probably ninety percent of the people would not have thought that it would be such a result. Xu Renke, a man he was very optimistic about, died on the platform that had just opened.

It was a match point game, and the two strongest protectors appeared.

Now, although he still won three games, he has fewer and fewer hole cards in his hand.

On the side of the Dajiang Gang, the next few people are all foreign aid like Min Longyu, who was the first to appear.

"In the next game, it should be the Wind Forest Tiger!"

In the sixth game, the Broken Mountain Gang Feng Lin Tiger faced off against the Dajiang Gang Gongsun Changji.

The course of the battle, very brief.

When Gongsun Changhe sacrificed the azure flying sword, the death of the Wind Forest Tiger was announced.

It was the sword of the foundation building monk Wang Haichao, the best magic weapon.

Mi Shuhua's eyelids jumped, and he watched the gang go to collect the body of Fenglin Tiger.

"In the next game, can the Leaping Tigers win?"

The answer is no.

He was facing Yang Rusheng, a well-known Qi Refining and Dispersion cultivator in Tianye Fang.

In other words, Yang Rusheng is not a casual cultivator at all, he was born in a family of immortal cultivators.

It was only because his family was destroyed later that he was forced to become a casual cultivator.

But his net worth is not comparable to ordinary Qi refining stage cultivators at all.

Two magic weapons exploded one after another, and the Yuejian Tiger, who was known for his body method, was directly smashed into flesh.

This time, I can't even collect the body.

The record of the Broken Mountain Gang, from one loss, three wins, to now three consecutive defeats, can be described as ups and downs.

Now even the key match points have been won.

If you lose the next game, this deathmatch will be over.

Mi Shuhua was in a heavy mood and looked at Murong Qinglian.

Murong Qinglian smiled slightly, "Old Qin will do his best." ”

Luo Chen sat next to him and saw clearly.

How complicated that smile was.

There is trust, there is hope, there is worry, and there is more sorrow and fear.

He has never seen such a smile in his two lives, and even the actor is afraid that he can't deduce such a complexity.

Ke Yuelin, the new generation of broken jade tigers, clenched his hands and clenched his teeth.

He knew that it was not so much the fast-rising Wang Yuan who robbed him of his appearance, but actually worshiped the eldest brother Qin Liangchen to play for him.

If it weren't for this one, then the next one would actually be on him.

But!

This time, the foreign aid found by the Dajiang Gang is stronger than the other, if he really gets on, he will either be strangled to pieces like Han Dang, or blown into powder like a Yuejian tiger.

He couldn't imagine that kind of picture.

He was still young, and the path of monasticism had just begun.

The fear in his heart, the worry about his eldest brother, and the tragic death of those brothers in front of him made his mind confused.

Stepping into the world of cultivating immortals, I came to practice, why would I be like I used to fight in the rivers and lakes.

It shouldn't be like this!

What about the good non-action cultivation?

On the underground palace under the platform, Qin Liangchen and Wang Yuan stood and sat together.

The two are not familiar with each other, and they are usually just nodding acquaintances.

The Qin family has their own small business, usually selling spirit fish, beating children, and living a prosperous life.

Wang Yuan traveled back and forth between the Sanxiu Bazaar and the Guyuan Mountains, living the life of an ascetic.

At this moment, Qin Liangchen didn't look back, and the brand-new purple robe was blowing in the wind.

Outside, a loud voice rang out.

"In the eighth battle, the Broken Mountain Gang Qin Liangchen will face off against the Dajiang Gang Baiqi."

Qin Liangchen took a deep breath and strode out, leaving a sentence at the same time.

"I'll give you the ninth fight!"

Wang Yuan closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled at the moment, and he didn't open them after all.