Millions of Shengtang disciples all cast grateful glances at Shui Linglong, and many of them shouted together: "Feng Qi, come on!"

The voices were overwhelming, mixed with noises such as "Soul faint, despicable, die!" and shouted one after another.

The corners of Tang Yaojing's mouth flashed with a smile, his junior sister has little other skills, but in Wuji Jingtianmen, Shui Linglong is an out-and-out idol, and her biggest ability is to grasp people's hearts. Even if he Tang Yaojing, didn't he obediently guide her to cultivate, protect her safety, and create all kinds of conveniences for her under her beautiful face and harmless eyes?

There is one thing that Tang Yaojing has never said to anyone, he feels that the biggest threat to his admission quota to the upper house is Shui Linglong, who is only ranked one hundred and thirty.

In the past ten years of practice, Shui Linglong has never been in a ranking, and she has never been in a ranking. There are many people who come to challenge her, and the toad can't eat swan meat, so leaving a deep impression on the beauty can also bring the relationship closer. No one can defeat Shui Linglong, and Shui Linglong never challenges someone who is higher in the ranks.

Every time he thought of this detail, Tang Yaojing closed his eyes, this was by no means accidental! It's just that he was absolutely unwilling to believe it, and he was unwilling to confirm it until the last moment.

The disciples of the Upper Four Courtyards who were meditating were all alarmed, and flew into the air to watch the play with various supernatural powers, or watched from afar from the Tower of Babel.

There is no time for cultivation, and some of the disciples of the Upper Courtyard have been practicing for hundreds of years, achieving the Immortal Holy Body and pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts, and they were originally not interested in the petty fights of the Eighth Courtyard at all.

"There seems to be something interesting over there in the Wansheng Hall of the Lower Eighth Courtyard. ”

“...... Are you having a sports meeting?"

"Pull it down! What kind of sect are we? You should be a certain academy!"

"But what's the matter with this inspirational, righteous voice? We're not a righteous sect at all, are we? Who is Feng Qi?"

"Shhhh Shall we check it out?"

"Oh, the mortal world is really much more fun!"

As a result, Feng Qi, Tong Hu and even Shui Linglong became famous together, but in different ways.

Tong Hu stopped, snorting and panting.

It's so tired!

Feng Qi was holding a pig's head with purple and blue qi irregularly, and he was also panting. Don't admit defeat, never admit defeat! Where the hell did my Xuanbing fall? I couldn't feel it when I was panting so badly.

Tong Hu said to the female disciple of Wanshengtang who was closest to him, carrying a big knife and moist eyes: "Hey, this senior sister, can you give me saliva to drink? My throat is dumb, I have come to your Wanshengtang to perform for so long, and I don't even give me tea!"

"Phew!" a mouthful of spit flew over.

Tong Hu said: "I hope it is ordinary water. Actually, I don't have that much of a heavy taste......"

"Die, pervert!" a lot of spit flew together.

"Damn, foul!" Tong Hu hurriedly stepped back, pointed to the crowd outside the arena, and shouted angrily to Elder Douzhan Deacon, "Elder Sun, what is this, with the help of external forces, cheating!"

Suddenly no one spits. Otherwise, with the surging emotions of the martial cultivators, Tong Hu would definitely be killed directly by the spit star.

But if one looks closely, one will see that someone's lips are not dry at all, and there is no sign that the throat is about to become hoarse.

As long as you persevere, you can defeat him!

Such a thought appeared in the hearts of Feng Qi and many people, and Feng Qi finally repaired his face, mainly because of his visual power, and found the Xuandao in the distance, and sensed it from afar. The Xuandao trembled and flew into Feng Qi's palm under the summoning of a strong soul thought, instantly bursting out with a strong sword aura.

Feng Qi's resolute face was filled with murderous aura, and the sword qi changed qualitatively again, because the killing intent and sword qi constituted the crimson Xuanguang of the unity of human and sword-Tong Hu flew on his knees, and slammed on Feng Qi's stomach with a bang, and the Xuandao took off his hand.

Wanshengtang was dead silent.

There are no more people to cheer up.

Tong Hu grabbed Feng Qi's head and hit it on his knee, knocked it a few times, and kicked Feng Qi away.

No, I'm tired!

Feng Qi struggled to get up, he had already surpassed the limit several times, but the moment he raised his head again, his will was brutally hit by fate, and he didn't even have the courage to pick up the knife again, and his mind was blank.

Tong Hu touched one hand in his arms - took out a boiled egg!

Tong Hu scolded and ate grinningly, next time he had to bring a kettle and dry food to fight with someone, and the master had to fight for three days and three nights, and he had to practice Bigu first! Otherwise, whoever is hungry first will pour it first, and those who eat a lot of food will suffer too much!

Everyone looked at the boiled egg silently, and their hearts were bleeding.

This force actually brought dry food!

The boiled eggs are finished, and there are buns!

Bai Feng, Crazy Bear, and Fighting were all crazy when they saw those early. Could it be that this cargo had been in store dry rations since the early morning robbery and early in the morning? If so, this man is terrible!

In fact, although Tong Hu is shameless, he doesn't have such complicated thoughts, it's just that he has been in the mine cave of the Yaksha Palace for a long time, and he will be uneasy if he has no food in his pocket, and he habitually puts a skin bag in his arms and throws some food in it anytime and anywhere.

Elder Sun coughed lightly: "Tong Hu, how long are you going to fight?"

At this time, even a fool could see that Tong Hu beating Feng Qi was like playing.

Tong Hu said while eating: "Didn't you say that it can be for three days?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Tong Hu's idea has already surfaced at this time, which means that Wanshengtang can't use the school field for three days!

Elder Sun said, "Alas, it's okay to fight like this!

Tong Hu said: "Don't, I can still fight, I have to persevere!"

Hold on to your sister! Countless pairs of red eyes around him raised their middle fingers because of Tong Hu's insistence on being able to fight.

Sword Saint Jun Tian gritted his teeth and gurgled, if it weren't for his identity, because Impermanence and Elder Sun were on the side, he would have already slapped Tong Hu to death with one palm, and then took out the Wind Splash Knife and chopped it finely.

Tong Hu said loudly: "As soon as I came out of the Yaksha Gate, I was chased by people to find fault, and no one admitted that I won the battle. Everyone says that we should be fair, but it is clear that people are chasing me with mysterious soldiers and slashing indiscriminately, so do they only allow others to bully me and not allow me to vent my evil anger? No, if I can't hold on for even three days, I'm afraid that everyone will think I'm a bully, and I say it doesn't count, and there are endless people who come to see me after Wanshengtang fights Kunlun Hall, Kunlun Hall has beaten Xingsu Hall to do the way for the sky, in short, it's all Lao Tzu is wrong, and what do you say doesn't count and fight again, how can I live this day!"

There was a buzz outside the field, and some people chuckled in their hearts, dispelling the idea of troublesome Tong Hu.

Some shouted: "You have a kind, you challenge Lao Tzu!" As soon as the words came out, someone covered his mouth, and if he lost, he would be beaten for three days, causing the hall to be greatly embarrassed, and he would not be able to use the school for three days!

Elder Sun Yile, it seems that there are serious loopholes in the martial arts regulations. However, loopholes can be fixed artificially, unless the person concerned will not admit defeat, or the death of the master will save face.

The Sword Saint was already so angry that his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't say a word, so Elder Sun had no choice but to stab him with a cane: "Wake up!"

There was a "huh?" sound from the iron mask, and he blurted out, "Are you done?"

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the black lines on the faces of the audience around him, and then at the disciples of the upper courtyard who were all in a large circle in the sky to watch the play, and even the ten heavens and other deacons and elders also came to join in the fun, and asked embarrassedly: "Who won?"

"The deity announced that Tong Hu had won and was promoted to the rank of four hundred and ninety-seven. Elder Sun announced loudly.

"What?" Tong Hu pointed at Feng Qi, "How can you judge whether you win or lose privately? I don't even think I won! My opponent has persevered so tenaciously until now, looking for a chance to turn over, how can you be indifferent to his tenacity? He did not admit defeat, and he will never admit defeat! You just let him lose, do you still have humanity?"

Feng Qi lay on the ground and cried whining, beating the ground while crying. It's really not because of the emotion......

More than 1,000 people are thinking, as far as you are human, what is human nature?