Zhao Zhengang, who was originally solemn and depressed, stood up, and the competition situation of the monks in the Qi training period made him see the hope of victory, which made him even more excited when he didn't have half a hope.

He felt that he had cared too little about the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect in the past, and he didn't realize that there were so many excellent and good seedlings in the sect.

The best of them were actually two nuns.

Tian Rou, who had ruthless eyes, waved the spirit sword in his hand like a harvester, killing from the outermost periphery of the competition platform to the center, Na Lisuo's skills and the momentum of moving forward bravely, made him appreciate it very much, and even nodded frequently, no wonder Senior Brother Mu had to leave her life against public opinion, and stayed by her side to teach in person, and this time it won her the opportunity to redeem her merits.

However, compared with Su Nan, this Tian Rou still seems to be much worse, she once secretly practiced magic skills in private, although Senior Brother Mu defended her by saying that she was not intentional, but ignorant, and now she has completely abolished magic skills and even cultivated and re-cultivated.

Even putting these aside, Zhao Zhengang also felt that Su Nan was more excellent, after all, Tian Rou's bravery was only a personal force value, and Su Nan's fearless spirit was really for the sake of the sect, in order to free up her hands for other fellow disciples, she actually exposed all her treasures and lured the enemy with herself, although she never defeated an opponent from beginning to end, but she was able to support herself from so many people's hands without falling off the competition platform, which should be considered remarkable.

Zhao Zhengang has already made up his mind, even if Su Nan fails to get the first place in the final competition, he will persuade the head of the family not to drive her out, this is a good disciple!

Soon, Zhao Zhengang's attention was attracted to the competition platform on the side of the Zhuji monk.

Wang Mo, who was originally mixed in the crowd and was extremely unnoticed, was actually discovered, it was a young man with a very large skeleton, in the later stage of foundation building, he pinched his palm twice as large as Wang Mo, revealing a mouthful of yellowed insect teeth, "Little friend, this is not the place you should come to, it is better to let my uncle and I send you down." ”

The young man spoke very lightly, but the bone knife in his other hand was cut down mercilessly.

Wang Mo's cultivation has only risen to the middle stage of Qi training, both in appearance and age, he is naturally the weaker side, although Zhao Zhengang said before the game that no matter if the disciple of the sect is injured or disabled, he will not care, but if this person is Wang Mo, he can't ignore it.

Wang Mo is the genius of the Qingyun faction, the treasure of Ziyang Zhenren, and the future and hope of the Qingyun faction.

Zhao Zhengang's hand swung forward at an extremely fast speed, and a sword qi was struck, but it was intercepted by a black phalange halfway, and then the Jindan monk of the Ghost Head Sect also stood up, and after retracting the phalange, he clasped Zhao Zhengang's hand and said in a gloomy voice: "Zhao Daoyou, what does this mean?"

Zhao Zhengang glared back angrily without showing weakness, "You Ghost Head Sect's foundation building cultivators, you are too ruthless!"

The man laughed sadly, "Zhao Daoyou really likes to laugh, not to mention the disciples, it's us who are not ruthless?"

Of course, Zhao Zhengang knew that what he said made sense, the people who started cultivating at the same time as him, the ruthless people, could climb up by stepping on the bones of others, and most of the soft-hearted ones had become the bones of others, but Wang Mo couldn't ignore it, and the other empty hand was undetectably hooked, and the aura was caught again before it was released.

The Jindan monk in the ghost head smiled coldly and said: "Zhao Daoyou, our two factions have an agreement, if you intervene in the game again, this spiritual vein below will directly belong to our ghost head sect." ”

Zhao Zhengang is really about to die, Wang Mo is just barely escaping under that person's big axe now, if he makes a late move, maybe it will be over. At that time, even if the sect really won the spiritual vein, he would not be able to escape the blame, not only to accept the anger of Ziyang Zhenren, but also to become a sinner of the Qingyun faction.

But if you lose the spiritual vein directly because you made a move, then what will they say after you go back?

The more Zhao Zhengang thought about it, the more entangled he became, and scolded Wang Mo and Ziyang Zhenren countless times in his heart, since it was a treasure, why did he come out to show off, didn't he deliberately make him embarrassed.

After thinking about it and weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Zhengang finally made up his mind, "Wu Daoyou, no matter who this spiritual vein belongs to, I must protect that disciple." ”

The Jindan monk of the Ghost Head Sect let go of his body, spread his hands, and looked like he was pleased, the light on his lifeless eyes became brighter and brighter, just waiting for Zhao Zhen to announce the end of the competition, and there was no point in competing, anyway, this spiritual vein would belong to the Ghost Head Sect.

Zhao Zhengang stretched out his right hand very solemnly, and towards the platform of the Zhuji Monk's martial arts competition, a spiritual aura slashed across his arm, slid to his fingertips, and then was abruptly retracted by him, because the attack was forcibly interrupted, and his breath was still a little disordered.

The reason why he retracted the attack again was because he heard Wang Mo on the competition platform actually say impatiently after dodging the huge bone axe, "Are you annoyed, I let you get out of the way and you still come up, don't you know that I hate others to disturb me the most?"

Although I don't know what is behind Wang Mo's arrogant words, Zhao Zhengang feels that he was too nervous before, since Ziyang Zhenren can release Wang Mo with confidence, he must have prepared a life-saving hand for him, such as magic weapons or rune treasures.

The young man standing in front of Wang Mo had not yet spoken, and another foundation building monk of the Ghost Head Sect actually threw away his opponent directly and came over, "Senior Brother Big Bone, does this Qingyun Sect not have a foundation building monk? Even children are sent out to participate in the competition? Let's change the opponent, there is still a small ghost spirit left in the ghost banner of the junior brother, and it is most suitable to use this child's foundation building soul, maybe it can make my ghost flag go to another level." ”

Wang Mo's little face is stinky, but because of his delicate facial features and delicate skin, people only feel cute, of course, you have to ignore his under-beaten but compelling eyes, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "You are also annoying!"

He has been in a bad mood because of Su Nan's affairs, and he doesn't have any intention of competing on this martial arts platform, anyway, it is not his business whether the Qingyun Sect has obtained the spiritual vein, but these people have come to provoke him again and again.

After getting angry, he felt that the noisy fighting sounds around him were also annoying, so he looked around with contempt and said softly, "You guys are also annoying. ”

The other people who were fighting almost stopped, not only the Zhuji monks of the Ghost Head Sect wanted to beat him, but even the monks of the Qingyun Sect showed dissatisfaction, you are a genius and you are arrogant, but now on the melee competition platform, you actually annoy us.

If you have the ability, you can go up and fight alone.

Zhao Zhengang, who had just let go of his heart, mentioned his heart again, what is going on with this Wang Mo, even if he really has a back hand, he doesn't have to match everyone, didn't Ziyang Zhenren teach him the truth of being outnumbered?