Finally won a game, and the morale of the Fengyunmen disciples was much better, but in the second battle that followed, Fengyunmen lost again, which made their hearts tug again. One win and one loss, the disciples of the two factions in the audience were nervously paying attention to the third pair of monks standing on the stage at this time, this time the two factions came to the stage are two elderly monks, and they are both Fire Spirit Root monks. The disciple sent by Fengyunmen was a thin old man with white hair, while Baicaomen sent out an old woman with a wrinkled face. Although these two people are old, the way they fight is like two young and strong tigers, it is completely a competition of strength, and there is no fancy at all. As if they had discussed, the two each summoned a firebird, and the two birds flew quickly from the air, slamming into each other fiercely, making a loud thunderous sound, and the two firebirds turned into a spark and disappeared into the air, and the faces of the two people who were fighting turned red, obviously this blow made them both work a lot. But the two of them didn't hesitate, and each summoned a firebird and collided fiercely in the air, this time, not only did the firebird in the air dissipate at the same time, but both of them couldn't control their bodies, and they stepped back several steps. Immediately afterwards, the two of them respectively summoned a third firebird, and collided in the air again at a faster speed, and the firebird dissipated at the same time again, this time, the spiritual power consumption of the two seemed to be a little too much, their faces became pale, and their steps were a little staggering, which made the disciples of the two factions in the audience worry about them. The two elderly monks, apparently men of resolute character, showed no fear, and two firebirds, fearlessly slammed into each other in the air like their masters, and when the sparks dissipated, they each took a few steps back, and almost at the same time spat out several mouthfuls of blood, staining their robes bright red. One used the magic weapon as a crutch, and the other leaned against the pillar next to the table, both looking at each other with a depressed expression. After a while, the faces of the two showed resolute colors, and with a wave of their hands, two more firebirds flew out from in front of them, although the power of these two firebirds was much weaker than the previous ones, but it seemed to have more momentum that was not afraid of death, the two firebirds collided together again, dissipated in the air, and the two old men who cast the spell each spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and fell on the platform one after another, without any movement. The disciples of the two factions in the audience were silent at this time, quietly looking at the stage, and were moved by the spirit of the two who were not afraid of death.

At this time, the two factions each sent disciples to carry the unconscious two down for treatment, and the two referees on the stage discussed it after some discussion. In the end, it was announced that Baicaomen won, because the old woman of Baicaomen fell a moment later than the old man of Fengyunmen, so that in the two days of competition, Fengyunmen lost, and they had lost the ownership of the two mines, which surprised many people, and also made all the disciples of Fengyunmen extremely depressed. Yang Mingyang was disappointed at the same time, but also had some doubts in his heart, Wang Shiluo, who was the first to play today, won easily, and his younger siblings were still above Wang Shiluo, and they had been in the ninth level of qi refining for a long time, and they were already very close to the tenth level of qi refining, and if any of them were arranged, they should win, but why didn't the sect let them play, and in the past few days, he looked around several times, but he didn't see them, where did they go?

"Tomorrow's third game, you will play, but you must remember, if you can't defeat the opponent, don't be reluctant, remember, your own safety is more important than victory!" A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, interrupting Yang Mingyang, who was pondering, this voice surprised him, because this was the voice of the sect master Shangguan Fei. He hurriedly looked up and saw that the sect master Shangguan Fei was sitting under the stage at this time, looking in his direction with a kind face, he didn't speak, just nodded his head slightly towards the position where the sect master was sitting.

That night, Yang Mingyang still sat with a few friends, talking about today's game, everyone felt extremely disappointed, but they were amazed by the courage of the white-haired old man.

Wang Lu's words attracted everyone's attention: "Tomorrow I will play the first game, brothers cheer for me, we must not lose again, even if I fall, I will die with the enemy." Wang Lu said in a very firm tone.

"Okay, we must shout for you!" Ou Zijian immediately came to his senses when he heard this.

"I'm in the third game, and our brothers work together to never lose again!" Yang Mingyang said softly.

"Brothers, it's not just you who are fighting, we will always support you behind!" This time it was Song Yizhang who spoke, and then several people stretched out their hands and clasped them tightly.

The next morning, Du Yuyang, who got another storage bag, had a smile on his face, he patted Shangguan Fei's shoulder, and said proudly: "I'm really sorry to let Brother Shangguan break the bill again! ”

"Then I have to thank Brother Du for giving me the opportunity, since Brother Du has this Yaxing, I will accompany him to the end!" Shangguan Fei replied lightly.

Wang Lu stood on the stage with a red gourd-shaped magic weapon in his hand, looking at his opponent with a blank face, a white woman holding a lotus leaf-shaped magic weapon in her hand. The competition has reached this point, and the two sides are not even interested in greeting each other, so they just wait for the two monks who served as referees to give an order, and the two sides will fight directly. The gourd in Wang Lu's hand directly spewed out streams of flames, and soon merged into a sea of fire in the air, overwhelmingly pressing towards the fair-skinned woman. The fair-skinned woman fanned the lotus leaf in her hand, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely, fanning the sea of fire in all directions, and blowing the Wang Lu in front of her almost unsteadily. He struggled to stabilize his body, and the gourd in his hand quickly grew larger, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the flames scattered in all directions floated back into the gourd as if they knew the way. Of course, the fair-skinned woman would not watch the other party perform the spell, and the lotus leaf in her hand suddenly turned into fragments, like a flying knife shooting towards Wang Lu. The gourd in front of Wang Lu immediately became larger, blocking Wang Lu's figure behind, and then, only a clanging sound was heard, and all the lotus leaf fragments hit the gourd, and the lotus leaf fragments were very lethal, but Wang Lu's gourd was obviously also extraordinary, and the lotus leaf fragments hit the gourd, leaving not even a trace. The lotus leaf fragment did not hit the target, and flew back again, turning into a lotus leaf again.

In the first round, the two fought to an equal score, and the disciples of the two factions present thought that it would be a tragic battle, but they did not expect that the development of things would surprise everyone, because the fight quickly turned into a one-sided fight. After Wang Lu's big red gourd blocked the opponent's attack, it did not return to its original size, but it was still about the size of two people to wrap around, and slid towards the fair-skinned woman on the ground, the fair-skinned woman could have dodged or jumped into the air to avoid the big gourd, but she chose the way of hard resistance: she wrapped the gourd tightly with the lotus leaf magic weapon, and then controlled the lotus leaf to squeeze it hard, trying to squeeze the gourd, you must know that the magic weapon and the monk's divine consciousness are connected, once the magic weapon is damaged, the monk who controls the magic weapon will also be severely damaged.