After being silent for a long time, Su Nan choked up slightly and asked, "Elder Zhao, does my master know about this?"

Thinking back to the days of his apprenticeship, although the number of times he saw Mo Zixuan was only a handful, this period of time was the most comfortable and relaxing time for Su Nan in the Qingyun Sect.

Before leaving, the master repeatedly explained to himself, just to protect himself, no need to fight for any ranking, and gave those magic weapons and so many runes, is it a parting gift?

Zhao Zhengang's face quickly flashed a little embarrassed, and he said forcefully: "This is the result of the joint discussion between our elders, the head of the sect and Ziyang Zhenren, is it important for Senior Brother Mo to know or not?"

Su Nan quickly lowered his head, folded his fists and bent over, and saluted, "The disciple knows, the disciple will retire first." ”

Zhao Zhengang looked at Su Nan's back, wondering what she knew in her sentence "I know", whether she could win the first place, couldn't she give herself a thorough understanding?

Regarding this issue, Su Nan, who returned to the room, was also pondering it himself.

On the one hand, she wanted to take the first place, fight for herself and her master, and then get the reward of Zhuji Dan by the way, and become a core disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

On the other hand, she hypocritically wanted to see if she didn't get the first place, would the Qingyun faction really turn her out, and what would the master do at that time?

In the corner, Po Ding was slamming a piece of jewelry, trying to smash the jewel inlaid on it, and he said slowly: "What is there to worry about? If the old man says, you might as well take advantage of the night tonight and find a place to hide, no matter what the result of the competition is, after these people disperse."

Su Nan's eyes lit up, yes, how could she have forgotten that the most important thing is that there is a spiritual vein in the middle of this inn and the ghost head forest in front of her.

But the more she pondered, the more she felt that this path would not work, because in the end, whether it was the Qingyun Sect or the Ghost Head Sect that obtained the spiritual vein belonging, they would definitely send disciples to dig as quickly as possible, and they would also send high-level monks to guard it, where would they stay and wait for her to dig it secretly.

After thinking about it and thinking about it, I couldn't come up with a good way to come up with it, it was already dawn, and the competition was about to begin.

Su Nan walked out of the inn slowly, and attracted everyone's attention at the beginning, her originally petite body became very bloated because she wore too many clothes, her palm-sized little face seemed to be on top of her head, and she wore a hair crown with a hoop around her head, and the hair crown was surrounded by small magic weapons in the shape of jewelry, and the hair bun was also full of hairpin-shaped magic weapons, and then her waist, hands, and feet, the whole person was a moving magic treasure house. 35xs

In fact, what others can see is only the tip of the iceberg, she wore a total of twenty-five magic robes with defensive and acceleration functions, and she also tied a lot of magic weapons with ribbons on each dress, and almost hung all the magic weapons that could be used in Qiao's storage bag.

Ignoring the gazes of others, she looked around seriously, and there were already two martial arts platforms set up in the open space in front of her, and it could be seen that they were built by the two factions together, and they should have been conjured up directly with something like a magic weapon.

The two martial arts platforms are exactly the same, half of them are black skeleton shapes, and the other half is a white jade square platform, two extremely mismatched platforms are barely together, and the top is still harmoniously flat, black and white.

The monks of the two factions also stood clearly on both sides, the monks of the Qingyun faction all stood on the side near the inn, the monks of the Ghost Head Sect stood on the side close to the Ghost Head Forest, and the Jindan monks of the two factions sat in the middle of the two martial arts arenas, and there was a small table in front of them, with pastries and tea on the table.

The monks of the two factions look very different, the Qingyun faction looks more like normal humans, but they all have a sad face, and they lose their momentum if they don't fight, and the Ghost Head Sect side is like a patient released from the hospital, none of them have blood on their faces, but from the eyes full of essence, they can see that they are high-spirited.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the sun gradually became hotter, and the Jindan monk of the Ghost Head Sect flew into the sky with a black hand bone to announce the rules of the first competition, and then the competition officially began.

The first game is a big mixed station, there is no time limit, no way limit, and the ten people who can last until the end win.

The monks of the Ghost Head Sect jumped on the test platform one after another after Brother Jindan announced the end, but on the side of the Qingyun Sect, none of them took the initiative to come to the stage.

The teacup in Zhao Zhengang's hand was about to be pinched and deformed, and he roared with a blue face: "Rabbit cubs, if you don't go on stage to compete, do you want to be kicked on stage by the old man?"

Finally, people on both sides took the stage, and Su Nan had just stood firm, when a soft but annoying voice came from his ears, "Senior Sister Su, we are really fated, do you want Senior Sister to take care of you for a while?"

Su Nan moved a few steps to the right without a trace, and Tian Rou didn't follow, but her eyes kept locking on her.

Ahead, the monks of the Ghost Head Sect had already rushed over wielding their respective weapons, some of them were holding bone knives in their hands, some were ghost flags, and even one or two of them were holding swords in their hands, which were also black, and they also exuded an eerie ghost aura, which was really worthy of the name of the Ghost Head Sect.

Compared with their overwhelming momentum, the Qi cultivation cultivators on the Qingyun Sect's side were obviously much weaker, almost all of them fled passively, and the entire martial arts arena was in chaos, even in the lively vegetable market, it could not be compared.

Soon, an astonishing scene appeared, after the monks of the Ghost Head Sect rushed into the crowd, they didn't start fighting directly, but rushed to Su Nan in one go.

The magic weapons grabbed in the competition are all owned by individuals, and all the Qi cultivation cultivators of the Ghost Head Sect regard Su Nan as a fragrant bait, if it weren't for the concern of the same family, even the monks of the Qingyun Sect would want to kill Su Nan.

Su Nan kept hiding behind his senior brother or senior sister, jumping around and scolding: "Are you sick, so many people don't fight, why are you chasing me?"

At this time, except for a few people who were unlucky enough to be caught by Sun Nan as shields, the other Qingyun monks were almost squeezed out of the periphery, but they were excited, because there were too many hostile monks pulled by Su Nan, and they only needed three or five people to deal with one, and they were particularly handy in fighting.

In the end, they even found the trick, and after three or five people surrounded a monk from the Ghost Head Sect, they didn't like to fight, and they just lifted it up and threw it off the stage.

On the competition platform of the Qi cultivators, more and more Ghost Head Sect monks were thrown off the competition platform by the joint force, and Su Nan in the center slowly revealed her figure, she fled left and flashed, busy to death, in fact, it was just for show, and the attacks of those people hit her body and couldn't break through her defense.

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