Qiansong has been a little absent-minded lately.

After calculating the wedding date, there is still some time. Things are almost ready, and every half month Luo'er is fed a pill, and Blazing Red seems to have been dormant.

Those little ice-blue bugs, like moths to a fire, desperately approached the warmth, but were extinguished by the warmth and turned into a cooling stream.

What is coming is a contest for the position of the right protector in the church.

Mo Yi said to himself that he wanted his only daughter Mo Rongru to be the right protector. Last time, Mo Rongru was not as good as Youli, but he used a lot of hidden weapons, and he also fell to the peak.

This Great Elder is really uneasy.

Qian Song shook his head and smiled indifferently.

"Brother Qiansong, why are you laughing?" Xiao Luo was lying next to Qiansong, originally fiddling with the bamboo, but was interrupted by this laughter.

"I'm happy that I can marry Luo'er. Qian Song put down the scroll and rubbed his hair down.

"Oh, good. Xiao Luo was ignorant, and continued to weave bamboo in a blink of an eye.

Qian Song thought about the end of the matter, and his eyes suddenly became fierce. Relying on his age, it's really getting more and more unpleasant. In this way, he shouldn't be kept, I really think that I am the one who was the one at the beginning.

Not long after, this church, which was going to compete for the right protector of the Dharma, began with great fanfare.

The preparation for this church was carried out for almost a month. There are all kinds of people who come to compete, but without exception, they are all masters.

Xiao Luo was also there, watching the people on the stage compare moves, intently, and felt very interesting.

Qian Song was by Xiao Luo's side, not caring about the competition on the stage at all, just staring at Luo'er, occasionally slanting one or two glances, glancing at Mo Yi.

Youli was still sitting on the side, but she was far away from Xiao Luo, watching the competition on the stage with interest.

In addition to Youli, those sectarians drew lots, competed in pairs, left one person, waited for three days, and so on, until the last person was left, and then competed with Youli.

Today is the first day of the competition.

Back and forth, unusually dazzling.

The opponent that Mo Rongru met had been knocked down by a steel needle, and she quietly glanced at Qian Song. It's just that Qian Song has been staring at Xiao Luo, but Xiao Luo has watched Mo Rongru's competition. She spit in her heart, her father had already told her that Xiao Luo was just a furnace for Qiansong from the previous sect leader, and when she gave Qiansong with all her internal strength, it was her death.

Nan San was naked, his muscles flashing with ferocity, and a hideous old wound ran across his chest. There is a knife on his back, and his whole body is dark and shiny, which makes people feel frightened, and how many souls are under the knife. His face was open, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, he seemed to have no desire and no desire, and it was even more unpredictable. His sword was still useless, and with only brute strength, he had already defeated the opponent in the draw.

"Brother Qiansong, I've seen him before. Xiao Luo pointed to Nan San, and said quietly with Qiansong.

"Do you remember?" Qian Song touched Xiao Luo's hair, and suddenly felt a little jealous, but it didn't matter soon, they were going to get married.

"Well, I remember last time, he almost beat Sister Youli......" Xiao Luo called "Sister Youli" at this time, after all, he has been used to it for a long time, and it is not so easy to change. As soon as she spoke, even she was shocked.

Qian Song sighed, smoothed his hair, and didn't speak. It's not about liking it or not, it's about habit.

"Youli is a bad person, she bullied Brother Qiansong. Aunt Xiao said that I want to protect Brother Qiansong, and those who bully Brother Qiansong are bad people. Xiao Luo's childish tone firmly adhered to his concept of good and bad.

"Well, Luo'er, good. Qian Song took a deep breath and let out a long breath of turbidity, not knowing what to do.

Soon, today's competition came to an end.

The days passed quickly, and the last two were left, not surprisingly, Nan San and Mo Rongru.

Mo Rongru looked at Nan San, and was still a little stunned in her heart. Last time, he was competing with Youli, and the last game was between himself and Youli.

To be honest, I don't know if I have a chance of winning against Shangnansan. But I had to trust my father, who said everything was ready.

Mo Rongru made a preemptive move, raising his hand and releasing the steel needle hidden in the cuff. The steel needles are as fine as hemp, but Nan San doesn't stand still, his body is like a ghost, and only one side makes these dozens of steel needles fall into the air.

Nan San knew that at this moment, he was going to use his own knife. With the help of Mo Rongru's dart, he tore open the hemp rope that tied the handle of the knife, and flew up the blade, leaving a sharp breath.

Mo Rongru hid, a little flustered. Didn't her father say that someone had drugged Nan San? Why was it still so powerful! She realized that a lot of hidden weapons had already flown out. Poison is not allowed in the competition, and she can't give full play to her usual advantages.

Nan San's body was really strong, and some of the hidden weapons that flew in didn't even enter the flesh and fell to the ground.

Mo Yi was in the seat, and he was also a little impatient. The people he sent clearly said that the medicine was all down.

"There are a lot of privacy measures. Nan San did not pity the fragrance and jade, and knocked Mo Rongru off the stage.