Ming Feng didn't plan to do any difficult moves, he wanted to seek stability.

The first discussion was won with great pleasure, and it was also an eye-opener, no, no, great insight!

But Senior Brother Mingyun failed to succeed, which is regrettable, and that little monk is really a little weird. In this way, the first two games were a one-to-one draw, and this one, he can't afford to lose!

According to the experience left by the predecessors, the more stable the level, the better, and the trick will be more than half successful without being exposed.

In fact, you can't use telekinesis, and as a high-level mage, you're not much stronger than an ordinary person. It is too difficult and easy to fail, and if the player who plays first fails, it is equivalent to giving the victory to the opponent.

After careful preparation before the tournament, and looking through the notes of almost all previous Scripture Guild spell competitions, he discovered a terrible fact: the success rate of the contestants was surprisingly low, only a pitiful 20%.

Undoubtedly, this shows that the referee's ability is not enough to prevent others present on both sides from using secret techniques to cause destruction. As long as the referee or the audience at the scene did not find out, or there was no evidence, special suspicion was only in vain.

Therefore, it can be said that this spell competition is really bizarre.

Ming Feng performed origami cranes, and then flew around the hall for three weeks, according to his own words.

This Taoist priest has fluttering sleeves, and a paper crane is folded in an instant, and the kind of various colors that look brilliant. Then, with words in his mouth, the crane spread its wings and flew slowly.

The crowd applauded.

Although this little trick is often performed by the warlocks, but in the palace, in full view of everyone, there are not many people who dare to perform, you know the reason.

The paper crane had already flown around the field for two and a half times, and Ming Feng showed a more cautious look on his face, and a trace of joy also flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Xiaobai looked at his nose and nose, he knew that this matter was not so simple, he wanted to know what means the other party would use, if he could catch it on the spot, it would be very interesting.

No one moved, only the damn little monk's mouth curled.

Then, he raised the teacup and drank it, leaning his mouth on the teacup, but his eyes looked at the paper cranes flying in the hall.

So, the mouth was not aligned, and the tea spilled a little.

Naturally, he stretched out his fingers and flicked the water droplets on the monk's robe.

Zhao Xiaobai suddenly "chuckled" in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good, so he hurriedly opened his eyes, so he saw Ming Feng let out a desperate scream. The paper crane seemed to have been struck by some sharp blade, and fell to the ground flutteringly.

Then, it was broken, and then, "fluttering", a little sparrow flew out of it!

The sparrow looked at the hall full of ill-intentioned humans, and tried to flee. But it couldn't escape, and with a "pounce", it fell to the ground, and its legs were bent a few times, and it ran out of breath.

"If it were me, of course, I would have to try to keep the ironclad evidence of this cheating, hum. ”

Zhao Xiaobai snorted in his heart and thought hatefully.

But if my spiritual sense is not mistaken, the hateful little monk first flicked it with his ring finger, and then with his little finger.

What is this?

Finger power?

No, at least a little finger wouldn't have that power. No one is stupid enough to put so many strong fingers and not practice, but to practice a little finger

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his head: there was only one strange kung fu that could do it, and that was the six-vein divine sword of the Dali Duan family.

Well, what kind of sword is Littlefinger?

But how could this kung fu ever belong to this world?......

The paper crane was broken, the sparrow flew out, and the Mingfeng Dao people went bankrupt.

The audience screamed, and many people looked shameless and jumped to their feet and scolded: "Hey, you bullnose, when did you secretly hide a finch inside?"

"Hands and feet are very fast!"

"The dignified Shenxiao Palace, when did it become a juggler?"

"Insidious, insidious, insidious! Just want to fool us like this? Breading a bird in paper, who wouldn't be a cat?"

......

Ming Feng Daoren's face was like sweat, he shook his head in disappointment, and rushed back to his seat in embarrassment, bowing his head in grief and sighing.

The senior brother's face turned pale, he glared at Ming Feng viciously, and after thinking about it again, he felt that he couldn't be blamed entirely.

Uncle, I was engrossed, and I didn't find any abnormalities at all, what kind of means did these bald asses use?

The trick of the Shenxiao Temple was exposed, and he was disgraced.

The Reihoji Temple appeared.

Monk Wujing looked cautious and hidden.

He had reason to be complacent.

As long as you survive for a short while, without showing the horse's feet, the fruits of victory can be picked, haha.

He said: "The poor monks are not talented, and the items of the performance are, oil, and pot. ”

"This is to entertain your eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, he clapped his hands, and a group of small novices poured into the hall, moving in various ways. Firewood, cauldrons, hot oil, even the stove were ready-made, and they were all brought in with shouting.

His Majesty the Emperor did not find these monks rude at all, on the contrary, he was in high spirits. He lives in the deep palace all year round, this kind of trick is very common for ordinary people, but it is difficult for him.

Zhao Xiaobai's nose wrinkled, and it was not for anything else, he smelled a faint sourness. A doctor who used to work has an innate sensitivity to these smells.

Your sister, in such a serious place as the Imperial Palace, actually used such a trick that has been outdated for a long time and eight hundred years to deceive people?

This is too much to see!

A group of small novices lit the fire, added firewood to the fire, and some people fanned, and the fire in the furnace soon raged, and the oil pot "gurgling" boiling.

The monk smiled, touched the monk's robe on his body, flipped it over, and signaled to everyone that there was no selfish entrainment inside, and there was no iron clothing or anything like that.

Then he grinned and sat down in the oil pan.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes suddenly lit up, and in the direction of the palace concubine's seat, there was even a cry of surprise.

Several referees closed their eyes in disdain.

There was a little novice who counted the timers aloud on the side, and the monk himself said that he would stay in the boiling oil pot for a hundred breaths.

At this time, the number had reached 78, the fire was not small, and the temperature in the hall had risen. Zhao Xiaobai was anxious, he hadn't thought of a good way to make trouble.

There was a slight wind on his cheeks, and when he turned his head, he saw that the little junior sister Ziyue was standing on the side, and her little hands were shaking a small banana fan, and the movements were very natural.

Zhao Xiaobai took it with his hand and shook it lightly twice towards his head.

The fire under the oil pot flashed, and suddenly turned from yellow to white.

The monk in the hot pot also flashed his face, revealing a look of panic!

The novice had already counted to 87, but there was already green smoke rising from the oil pot, and the smell of cooked meat......

The monk gritted his teeth. 91... 92......

"Oops!"

He shouted, bounced out of the pot, and popped out. The green smoke curls from the waist down, and on the buttocks, the skin is charred and rotten, and there is smoke bubbling with oil!

That's where the smell of meat comes from.

There was a sudden exclamation in the hall, which soon turned into a loud laugh.

Hahaha, hahahaha......

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, pass on the Imperial Doctor!"

King Anxi also shouted, his voice yin and yang: "Holy monk, this ass, I'm afraid it's going to be scrapped!

The corners of King Pingnan's mouth curved, and his words were full of ridicule: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, you can't sit in meditation, you can kneel in meditation, and it's even more pious!"

The hall couldn't help shouting, and all kinds of characters appeared on the stage, doing their best to be sarcastic and sarcastic...... Needless to say, this is the power of the Divine Heaven Temple.

Referee Fan Tong's eyes looked at Zhao Xiaobai suspiciously, this kid was sweating slightly, and the little banana fan was still fanning the ground again and again.

Fan Tong couldn't see the clue, so he had to retract his suspicions.

Zhao Xiaobai smiled secretly in his heart: Thinking about this Zhao Yunshang Zhao Zu, she must have been a woman who was very fond of mischief! Her trick of "fanning the yin wind and lighting the ghost fire" is really unaware, and the ghost is unaware.

In three matches, both sides won one game each, and the third game was drawn.

The score of the whole debate is: a draw.