As soon as these words came out, except for Song Cuifu and a few inner disciples who landed on the rostrum, the outer disciples who were seated in the other three directions cheered excitedly, and let out one shout after another, the momentum was like a wave, higher than one time, and instantly pushed the atmosphere of the game to **.

There are a group of female disciples from the outer sect who support Zhang Feiyang, and naturally there are also junior sisters who are not weak in their voices and shouting for Sister Qiao.

All in all, before the audience on both sides saw Zhang Feiyang and Sister Qiao come to the stage to start a war, they had already roared at Mai Mang, as if they were a group of soldiers about to rush to the battlefield, more excited, excited, and enthusiastic than Zhang Feiyang and Sister Qiao.

Sister Qiao has long been accustomed to these, and when she walked up to the stands, she was generous, maintained a natural smile, and was full of confidence between her eyebrows and eyes, looking like she was nine out of ten.

Zhang Feiyang was a little restrained.

He had never encountered such a lively scene before, let alone seen so many people supporting him, although he kept calm in his heart, knowing that among these people who supported him were really sincere, I am afraid that there was no one else except for Zhou Yixian, who shouted the loudest, but he was still inevitably affected by some influences, and he couldn't help but be enthusiastic, wanting to show his strength and respond to the expectations of these people.

But at this moment, Song Cuifu seemed to be full of expectations for him, cast an expectant glance at him, and smiled slightly.

Zhang Feiyang's heart sank, and he calmed down, as if he had poured a basin of cold water on someone, from head to foot, and in an instant, he regained his consciousness from the state of hot blood.

Oh, yes.

I was forced to participate in the tournament.

According to the regulations of the outer gate of the Firefox Sect, every year's martial arts competition, as the leader of the six departments, must participate, and cannot abstain, otherwise, it will be equivalent to automatically giving up the qualification to be promoted to the inner door in the future.

If it weren't for such a rule, I wouldn't have participated at all.

The top priority now is not to think about how to defeat Sister Qiao, but to end the game as soon as possible.

It is best not to show strength.

In this way, Song Cuifu would not be able to clearly understand that I am now a monk in the same realm as her.

In this way, she will keep me contemptuous, and when I really encounter danger again, the probability of me defeating her will increase by one or two percent.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang returned Sister Qiao with a confident smile, but how could he still bother to pay attention to any martial arts competition, just a mechanical arch of his hands, responding to the expectations of the audience, showing a posture of going all out to compete, but he had already begun to think about how to retreat in his heart.

Sister Qiao didn't know Zhang Feiyang's thoughts, seeing that Zhang Feiyang's smile was becoming more and more confident, but when he was ready, he immediately moved his mind, guided the aura, reached out and touched it, and was about to take out the magic weapon and start attacking.

Suddenly, Zhang Feiyang's face changed, and with a wow, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he had already fallen to the ground.

This result exceeded the expectations of everyone present.

Everyone was taken aback, speechless by the shock of this strange picture.

After a while, the disciples outside who didn't know why were the first to come back to their senses and started talking in unison.

"I'll go! Is it really fake? Has Sister Qiao's strength reached such a terrifying point? It seems that she is the winner this year. ”

"yes, yes. This is also an exaggeration. Sister Qiao just made a gesture of putting her hand into her sleeve, and I didn't even see what she did. It's too fast. ”

Even if Zhou Yixian in the crowd was worried about Zhang Feiyang, he couldn't help but participate in it, and focused his interest on how Sister Qiao won the means.

Because, Zhang Feiyang just vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the competition stipulates that the point is up, and the opponent must not be seriously injured or killed, then he will be disqualified.

He believed that Sister Qiao's qualifications in the Firefox Sect for so many years could not have made such a stupid mistake.

Zhang Feiyang's condition is mostly just the same as the weather with heavy thunder and small rain, it looks very exaggerated, and he vomited blood from his injuries, but in fact, the injuries are not serious.

Sure enough, as soon as he fell to the ground, a male senior brother from the inner door rushed over on the rostrum, squatted in front of Zhang Feiyang, reached out and pressed the top of his head, and punched in an aura to investigate Zhang Feiyang's internal injuries.

Seeing that Zhang Feiyang's body was intact, vomiting blood was only because a hole was broken on the tip of his tongue, and if he was cured with aura, he would be fine in half an hour, and he immediately understood that Zhang Feiyang either liked Sister Qiao's deliberate release of water, or he knew that his strength was not good, and he didn't want to really fight, and the loss was too ugly, so he did it on purpose.

Because, if it is the latter, then it will not be a loss of face to deliberately lose to Sister Qiao like this, and there will be a good excuse when the time comes, Sister Qiao is too powerful, and she is not an opponent.

It is equivalent to giving yourself a step and an excuse that your strength is not as good as others.

He despised Zhang Feiyang fiercely in his heart, and then returned to the rostrum with a dissatisfied face.

When the rest of the inner disciples saw him coming back, they naturally wanted to ask him clearly.

But he didn't dare to expose the truth he dug out, and only said the answer that Zhang Feiyang wanted most.

"Zhang Feiyang was really injured, but it wasn't too serious. It's okay. Rest for a while and you should be able to recover. Sister Qiao's hopes should be great this year. ”

Because, the inner disciples who come to supervise and preside over every year are not a group of people who have too good relationships, and they will even deliberately find some opponents.

In this way, it can be ensured that several judges of the competition will not deliberately take sides.

Naturally, he won't take the initiative to create a topic.

The reason is simple.

If he really dared to tell the truth about Zhang Feiyang's deliberate defeat, it would be difficult to deal with the various difficult topics thrown by the outer disciples in the audience at that time, not to mention that there were a few rival brothers and sisters around him who had the wrong relationship with him.

These people will never believe it, they always like to disagree with him, but they have never had a chance, so they have not had a seizure.

If he had created a topic first, he would have said very little about whether he would have avoided being burned by then.

Naturally, this was not what he wanted to happen.

So, after thinking about it for a moment, he still made a more conservative answer.

In his opinion, anyway, as long as he endures it until the end of the game, he can go back, and he can't afford to make more unpleasant trouble with the rest of his opponents for the sake of an insignificant outer disciple Zhang Feiyang.

Seeing that he was so conservative, although they didn't know if it was true, they all did not choose to dig deeper and get to the bottom of it out of the same mind, but quickly announced the result, congratulated Sister Qiao on her victory, and then issued a notice to make the opponent in the next game ready to play.

Among these people, only Song Cuifu believed this result.

Because, others don't know why Zhang Feiyang suddenly vomited blood, but she knows it very well.

After all, Zhang Feiyang was the one who was attacked by her magic weapon Traceless Belt not long ago, Zhang Feiyang was just a mortal at that time, even if his cultivation had reached the early stage of the Qi Refining Period now and his injuries had been healed, had he already stabilized his cultivation at the early stage of the Qi Refining Period?

Song Cuifu was not sure in her heart, but when she saw that Zhang Feiyang had vomited blood before the fight, she smiled from ear to ear and made an accurate judgment.

Zhang Feiyang's cultivation was unstable, so the injuries caused by the use of aura to treat the traceless belt were repeated, and the vomiting of blood was the product of his attempt to use the aura just now, causing the onset of old injuries.

Thinking of this, she looked at the field again, and with a gaze that had completely seen through Zhang Feiyang from the inside out, she conveyed some information that only Zhang Feiyang could understand-a small stammer. Isn't it painful? Be my slave, my sister, and you will never hurt again in the future.

Zhang Feiyang couldn't stand such a hot stare at a beautiful girl, his face turned red, he lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, and after standing up, he fled from the venue in a boo.

Zhou Xian caught up with him to comfort him.

Zhang Feiyang shook his head and refused, pretending that after failure, he was very unwilling and wanted to be quiet alone.

Seeing that Zhou Xianxin thought it was true, he turned around and left, and Zhang Feiyang quickly turned around and fled in the direction of the foot of the mountain.

At this time, he still couldn't think of any way to deal with Song Cuifu's magic weapon Traceless Belt, and just wanted to take advantage of no one's attention to return to the hut in the laundry department as soon as possible and hide.

For this reason, he could go to a crowded place, and after leaving Song Cuifu's sight, he hurried to leave the venue, but as soon as he arrived at the gate of the venue, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Little stammer. Where are you going?"

Zhang Feiyang's heart sank, and a bead of sweat the size of a soybean oozed from his forehead, and he fell into tension.

You don't have to guess to know that it was Song Cuifu who chased after her.

It seems that it is not possible to take advantage of Song Cuifu's flawless time to hide back in the laundry department.

Sure enough, Song Trifu did not disappoint him.

When Zhang Feiyang had just wiped away the beads of sweat, suddenly, a pink figure had leaped over his head and landed in the direction of the entrance of the venue, firmly blocking his way, it was Song Cuifu who was determined to force him to obey.

Seeing that Song Cuifu's face was full of harmless smiles from humans and animals, Zhang Feiyang's heart was cold to the bottom, his brain flipped rapidly, and all kinds of thoughts poured into his mind like a tide.

Here you suddenly shot and tore her face again?

No way. I don't have a magic weapon to attack by practicing myself, and I will definitely be dead. Even if Xiu Wei is already the same as her, he has no magic weapon and can't attack, just a target.

Is it possible to pretend to promise her? Then, take the opportunity to get close to her, and then use the martial arts commonly used in the mortal world to sneak attack her?

No, it doesn't. She was so clever and cautious that she would make such a low-level mistake, and if I were her, she would have tied me up with a traceless strap, incapacitated me, and then forced me to swallow. Or simply wound me, hold my head down, and let me take the demon worm.

But it doesn't work, it doesn't work either. What else can I do?

Zhang Feiyang's face was expressionless, and he looked calm, but the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and it was already like a mess.

Because, he found that it was really too early to deal with Song Cuifu, and whether he chose to agree or not, he had no chance of winning.

But if he gives up like this, it's not his style.

"Little stammer. Senior sister asked you something. Didn't you hear it? Didn't you hurt your brain from the injury just now, let Senior Sister help you take a good look. ”

After thinking for a while, I saw that Song Cuifu repeated the question again, and walked over to her side, looking worried about herself, getting closer and closer, Zhang Feiyang was under a lot of pressure, the clothes on his back were half soaked, and he didn't know what to do, suddenly, thinking of Zhou Xian, who really cared about him, his heart moved, raised his hand and pointed forward, stammered, and gave the answer with a smile.

"Senior Sister. I want to go and see the waterfall waterfall. I'm walking in the wrong direction, isn't it?"

This answer surprised Song Cuifu.

She was stunned for a moment, stopped, and suddenly realized that she couldn't guess Zhang Feiyang's thoughts, and after a moment of silence, she pointed to the direction behind Zhang Feiyang, pointing out to him the true location of the waterfall.

Zhang Feiyang hugged his fists gratefully, turned around and left, walking slowly in the direction of the waterfall.

In order to convince Song Cuifu that he had vomited blood from the old injury just now, and the injury had not fully recovered, he could still cover his chest with one hand, showing a very difficult look.

Song Cuifu really couldn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Zhang Feiyang's gourd, but she wasn't worried that he would have a way to escape, seeing that Zhang Feiyang's mind to go to the waterfall was resolute, she persuaded herself a few times, but there was no one, but she also aroused a trace of interest in her heart, and followed with a smile on her face.

In this way, the two of them went one after the other, and after walking for a meal, they finally came to the edge of the cliff that Zhou Zhou Xian had just brought Zhang Feiyang to.

Zhang Feiyang walked in front, and Song Cuifu walked behind.

Zhang Feiyang reached the edge of the cliff, and he didn't mean to stop, but suddenly accelerated, turned around and smiled at Song Cuifu, jumped with both feet, and jumped off the cliff.