Du Jiao won.

Liu Hongming was carried off the martial arts platform, but it was still better than the last time he left the martial arts platform. When Bai Mu won, Liu Hongfang of the Liu family supported him, and even wanted to kill Bai Mu, who had no background at the time, on the spot. At this time, the Liu family was still the first to save Liu Hongming, who was powerless to fight back, but they were resigned, but they were unwilling. The different reactions before and after are ridiculous.

No one paid attention to the reaction of the Liu family in this game, and more people wanted to know: What happened to turn the tide of the battle?

Du Jiao just thanked the Lord Protector who read out the results and worked hard to reproduce the illusion, and then disappeared into the crowd, and no one could stop him from leaving.

The details of this match are perhaps only known to the two parties. Bai Huahua had his own guesses in the audience, he just looked at the direction Du Jiao left, and for the first time felt that it would be a fortunate thing if he could not confront this pervert.

On the gimbal, the scholar has turned into an emotionless solution machine under the big fist of Tang Chuyin and Old Man Tang's sand pot: "It was himself who defeated Liu Hongming. ”

The one in the southwest corner, who has a mixed nickname called "Living Ancestral Witch", is good at witchcraft, and has more insects on his body than ordinary monks eat. Du Jiao has probably learned some fur, but it is enough to be invincible in his generation.

The magical insect with three elytra and eyes is the "eight-eyed insect", which can create illusions and make people involuntarily immersed in it.

However, unlike the fixed attacks in the usual illusions, this illusion is triggered by the person who casts the spell to trigger his true killing intent.

Take Liu Hongming's "Wild Low Tree" as an example, if Liu Hongming does not urge his illusion to fall, Du Jiao will not be able to count the stars in it for a lifetime. But the illusion produced by the eight-eyed insect is a stage, who appears on the stage, and what kind of scene is determined by the caster.

Like a dream, Liu Hongming imagined that there were monsters hidden under the deep river, and then the monsters would appear at the bottom of the river. Seeing the monster's murderous face, Liu Hongming suspected that it was murderous, so the monster would not hesitate to start attacking.

So in the end, Liu Hongming imagined that his thigh was bitten off, and he really lost control of his thigh, imagining that there was not only one such monster at the bottom of the river, then there would be thousands of such monsters at the bottom of the river. ”

After the scholar said this, the old man Tang, who looked stunned, added: "Liu Hongming still hasn't let go of his imagination, otherwise he will meet more exciting ......."

Old Man Tang had a whim: "What if I imagine that monster can pole dance?"

Scholar: "...... People can't ...... At least it shouldn't ......"

The scholar smiled bitterly: "Even for a monk, it is extremely difficult to control one's imagination freely, and the control of divine thoughts is extremely demanding, and when you reach the Jindan Realm, you will probably be able to be immune to the influence of this illusion." ”

Old Man Tang patted his ass and stood up, and the scholar looked strange: "What is the old man going to do? We'd better not meddle in the affairs of these generations." ”

Tang Chuyin smiled: "I'll ask him if he has any such bugs......"

Scholar: "Something is wrong with you! I feel that the monk is not teaching anything serious!"

......

The battle between Liu Hongming and Du Jiao always gave people a sense of anticlimactic, but this strange battle quickly disappeared from people's view.

A new battle will begin, a duel between Izumi Zuyin and the monk Wang Xiangbei, which is also attracting much attention.

Bai Huahua could feel that the young man carrying the ancient coffin had the breath of his own body, either the body had made some transactions with him and exchanged their respective things, or the young man carrying the ancient coffin had a great relationship with his own body.

No matter what the situation is, Bai Huahua doesn't want to meet this guy - in case it really has a lot to do with the ontology, it is easy for him to expose his identity, and when the time comes, he can pat his ass and leave, and the name that the ontology has finally won down will be ruined.

"I don't know if I've found a stand-in to participate in the competition for myself, and it seems that the spirit vein is still very strict about this kind of violation......"

Quan Zuyin wiped his ancient coffin, and when he looked up, he didn't see any suspicious figures. Obviously, he felt a gaze staring at him, but there was no hostility, and he looked carefully and disappeared.

"It should be Brother Mu......"

Quan Zuyin was very wise not to spend time looking for Bai Mu's whereabouts, because he knew that Bai Mu's departure was always justified, mostly for his own safety.

Quan Zuyin sat down in the cafeteria of the spirit vein. On the one hand, the monks did not care much about eating and drinking, and on the other hand, although the food served in the canteen of the Lingmai was also a rare medicinal meal in the outside world, it could not meet the needs of the monks. There are spiritual veins of the children of the family everywhere, and more people will choose to open the stove instead of coming to the canteen of the spiritual vein to find out.

"You're Quan Zuyin?"

Quan Zuyin only felt a light coming in, and the stranger sitting opposite him seemed to have a big light bulb on his head, but when he looked closely, it was the monk Wang Xiangbei without a hat.

The two of them were about to compete on the martial arts platform of the spirit vein, but at this time, they were facing each other and pulling the food in the cafeteria, Quan Zuyin was shocked by this fantastic phenomenon, and even the chopsticks in his hand stopped.

Wang Xiangbei silently put on his hat, otherwise it would affect the surrounding vision.

"Before I left, Master instructed me not to fight and kill monks who did not belong to the righteous path, and that the monks should be compassionate and ask them first. ”

Quan Zuyin nodded with difficulty, probably knowing the intention of the monk's master: it is probably difficult to make breakthroughs in the current world by honestly cultivating immortals, so some monks are finding another way, but it does not mean that they can be equated with those evil cultivators who rely on blood food and soul cultivation.

Obtaining Quan Zuyin's consent seemed to make the monk a little excited: "Then may I ask this young benefactor, who is the demon in the ancient coffin you are carrying behind you?"

Quan Zuyin silently crushed the coffin board of the old ancestor, he was afraid that the old ancestor would not be able to help but invite the monk in front of him to his house as a guest: "This is the ancestor of my Quan family. ”

"Oh!"

The monk lowered his head and pulled two mouthfuls of rice, and finally couldn't help but look up and ask, "Then can you accept it?" Which do you like, seal or break bones and ashes?"