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The Dragon Sword Ride was in full swing for two days, and as more and more people were eliminated from the competition, the situation gradually became clear.

By the afternoon of the second day, only the eldest grandson Wuji of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Zhang Wuji of Longhu Mountain, Wang Xuanying of Emei Ci'en Temple, and Dou Yiwan from Penglai Immortal Pavilion remained on the field.

According to the pre-announced rules, the four men were to draw lots and then fight each other, with the winner of the match qualifying for the third day of the showdown.

As a result, Zhang Wuji drew Wang Xuanying, and the eldest grandson Wuji encountered Dou Zhiwan.

According to the order of the draw, the first thing to take place on the dragon fishing platform was the duel between Zhang Wuji and Wang Xuanying. Undoubtedly, this is the most exciting battle since the opening of the Dragon Sword Club.

One is the descendant of Zhang Zhenren of Longhu Mountain, and the other is the proud disciple of the Jinding Holy Monk of Emei Ci'en Temple, the two tigers compete for each other on a narrow road, and they are all determined to win.

Zhang Wou-Ki unleashed the Phantom Fairy Sword, and the Dragon Flute gradually gained the upper hand after fifty rounds. Just when everyone thought that his victory was in sight, Wang Xuanying suddenly showed the magic of Buddhism "not giving birth to the law and imprinting", and the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse, and finally sought victory in the danger and hit Zhang Wuji hard, knocking him down from the fishing dragon platform.

The crowd watching the battle in the audience couldn't help but exclaim, and even more regretted that Zhang Wuji's failure fell to the last level.

But Nan Wanping knew very well that Wang Xuanying had not used all his strength at all, and seemed to be deliberately preserving his strength for tomorrow's fierce battle. Although on the surface, he and Zhang Wou-Ki seemed to be inseparable, but in fact, he was at ease, and perhaps he didn't want to show his edge, so he let the opponent support him until 80 rounds before he was defeated.

This person's cultivation can only be described as unfathomable. But it is not surprising to think that his master is the Jinding monk of Emei Ci'en Temple. Even if Diao Xiaosi was not forcibly deprived of his qualifications to participate in the Sword Club by the Yuwen Pavilion Lord, he was probably not Wang Xuanying's opponent.

Thinking of Diao Xiaosi, Nan Wanping couldn't help but feel a little irritable - it wasn't that this guy was in trouble again, but that he had become extraordinarily well-behaved for two days in a row, locking himself in the Sun-watching House all day long, eating, drinking, and being happy, and he didn't even bother to come over and take a look at the fishing dragon platform.

Could it be that this guy really gave up? Nan Wanping shook her head, no matter how she thought about Diao Xiaosi, she didn't let people bully her casually, that guy was a demon at a glance, and he belonged to a particularly shameless kind.

As the saying goes, things must be demons if they are extremely abnormal, and the more honest and regular this kid becomes, the more unsteady Nan Wanping will be.

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help laughing, thinking to herself what's wrong? Could it be that she was still looking at Diao Xiaosi and making trouble in Penglai, so that the master couldn't get off the stage?

After a short break, the second duel is about to begin.

Due to the excitement of the first battle, everyone's appetite was hung up, and everyone waited for the eldest grandson Wuji and Dou Weiwan to take the stage.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, Gu Yuming, the elder of Penglai Immortal Pavilion, walked up to the dragon fishing platform alone, and announced in public that the eldest grandson Wuji had withdrawn from the duel, and Dou won without a fight.

There was an uproar in the audience, and Gu Yuming had to explain that Sun Sheng, the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, had proposed marriage to his son, and had reached a marriage contract with the Yuwen Pavilion Lord and Nanyu Lane, and wanted to marry Nan Wanping to the eldest grandson Wuji. Therefore, the eldest grandson Wuji lost his qualification to participate in the Dragon Sword Club and voluntarily withdrew.

In this way, everyone naturally didn't want to say anything, and many people in the crowd vaguely guessed that the relationship between Penglai Immortal Pavilion and the Qingcheng Sword Sect was bound to become closer, no matter who the closed disciples of the Yuwen Pavilion Lord would fall to later, she would be the biggest winner of this Dragon Sword Meeting. Of course, after receiving such strong reinforcement as the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Penglai Immortal Pavilion will make a comeback just around the corner.

Some people even speculate that tomorrow's decisive battle Dou Zhiwan will also follow in the footsteps of Sun Wuji, automatically withdraw, and give up the crown. In this way, it is almost a sure thing that Wang Xuanying, the proud disciple of the Jinding Divine Monk and the prince of Zheng Guogong, and Yu Wenyao's niece will become a husband and wife, and it is difficult for Penglai Immortal Pavilion to be high-profile.

What a big game of chess, it turns out that most of the guests in the audience are here to accompany the prince to study. Looking at Gu Yuming, who was holding the spring breeze proudly with Zhizhu on the dragon fishing platform, everyone couldn't help but admire the far-sightedness of the Yuwen Pavilion Lord, and some of them had already congratulated Yuwen Yao and Master Dongding in advance.

The strange thing is that Wan'er has no abnormal reaction to what has happened one after another in the past few days. Since the opening of the sword club, she showed up on the dragon fishing platform with Yu Wenyao, and stayed quietly in the sea and air building for the next two days, ignoring the progress of the dragon sword club.

Song Yuru, who accompanied her, was a little worried at first, but as time went by, especially after learning that Diao Xiaosi had also become peaceful, she sighed softly.

In the evening, the news came, and it was Dou Yiwan and Wang Xuanying who finally entered the finals, and Song Yuru couldn't help but be secretly happy.

Although it is a bit regrettable that Zhang Wuji of Longhu Mountain was eliminated, Wang Xuanying's value is undoubtedly higher.

Tomorrow, as long as Dou Zhiwan makes a few symbolic resistances, everything will be settled. Penglai Immortal Pavilion, which has the support of the two righteous sects of Emei Ci'en Temple and Qingcheng Laojunguan, will surely be reborn and the king will return!

At the very least, the Qingcheng Sword Sect would remain neutral when Wang Shichong and Li Yuan were fighting for hegemony, which would also be the best option for them to gain benefits.

But she overlooked a very important issue - Wan'er.

Or for many people, including Song Yuru, it can't be called a problem. After all, Wan'er is not only Yu Wenyao's biological niece, but also a closed disciple under her seat, and she also has the grace of saving her life. So no matter from which point of view, even if Wan'er has other ideas in her heart, she has no reason or qualification to oppose it.

Sure enough, Wan'er remained silent until Yuwen Yao walked into her room.

"Auntie. Wan'er stood up and poured tea for Yuwen Yao.

Yuwen Yao sat down, took a sip of tea and said, "Wan'er, you must already know the Dao, the one who is shortlisted for tomorrow's decisive battle is your Senior Brother Dou and Wang Xuanying, the disciple of the Jinding Divine Monk, the prince of Zheng Guogong. ”

Wan'er said softly, noncommittal.

Yuwen Yao frowned and said, "Tomorrow's battle Master Dou's nephew will deliberately lose to Wang Xuanying, do you know what this is for?"

Wan'er replied in a low voice: "Zhilu Dao." ”

Yu Wenyao smiled with relief: "It's good that you understand." Auntie knows that you and Mr. Diao once had a relationship. He saved your life and helped your adoptive father a lot. But after all, he is just a person from a demon family and an unknown source, despicable and cunning, greedy for life and afraid of death. And you are the future Penglai Immortal Pavilion Pavilion, shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing this sect and recovering my Yuwen family, how can you marry him?"

Wan'er Sakura's lips moved, and she silently lowered her head and did not speak.

Yu Wenyao was very satisfied with her reaction, and smiled: "Don't worry, as long as Diao Gongzi doesn't cause trouble, I will never treat him badly." Your Uncle Gu will accompany him tonight, which is also out of my aunt's love. Wan'er, my aunt is old, and she may not see the day when the Great Zhou Dynasty will be re-glorious, but I believe that this day will be realized in your hands!"

Wan'er raised her head, looked at Yu Wenyao with clear eyes, and said with a slight bow: "Wan'er knows what she should do." ”

Yuwen Yao laughed, held Wan'er's soft and boneless hand and said, "Good boy, my aunt will accompany you tonight." After tomorrow, you will become the princess. In less than three or five years, the crown princess will be you. In the future, the child you give birth to will become the master of Zhongxing in the Great Zhou, even if I am under the Nine Springs, I can smile and stare!"

Like a spring breeze, Wan'er barely heard what Yu Wenyao was saying. At this moment, her mind drifted far away, and she only thought of one person in her heart.

It's a pity that what she entrusted was not human, the guy who made her haunted by her dreams not only didn't get angry at the moment, but instead happily fought with Penglai Immortal Pavilion Elder Gu Yuming. Also sitting with his old partner Changsun Wuji and Chu Suiliang, who can write a good hand but have a mess of alcohol.

Thinking that his baby son was knocked away by Diao Xiaosi a few days ago, Gu Yuming's eyes could only be described in two words when he looked at Diao Xiaosi. Helplessly, Yu Wenyao handed over the errand of watching this kid to him, and instructed him not to let Diao Xiao's four extraneous branches stir up the dragon sword meeting on the last day. Therefore, he can only compete with Diao Xiaosi at the wine table to avenge his son.

Chu Suiliang was the first to fall, and then the eldest grandson Wuji also slid on the ground.

Diao Xiaosi stood up and said with a smile: "Old Gu, you accompany me to go for a walk." ”

Gu Yuming was still seven or eight minutes awake, and secretly said, "Where are you going?"

Diao Xiaosi picked up the wine jug and walked out the door: "I'll go take a look at Zhang Wuji's kid, and feed him two sips of wine by the way." ”

Gu Yuming's heart was relieved, and he accompanied Diao Xiaosi to the "Hairao Pavilion" where Zhang Wuji stayed.

Zhang Wuji lay half-dead on the couch, innocent real people and several disciples of Longhu Mountain to take care of him.

He saw Diao Xiaosi coming in with a wine jug, and couldn't help but perk up and said, "Little Fourth Brother, are you coming to me for a drink?"

The innocent real person glared angrily at Diao Xiaosi, for fear that this kid would pour wine on Zhang Wuji without knowing how important it was.

Diao Xiaosi sat down next to the couch with a smile, pressed the wound on Wuji's ribs, and said, "Brother Ji, you can't help but beat it." ”

Zhang Wuji gasped in pain, but thinking that as a descendant of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, he couldn't frown even if he cut off his head, how could he be afraid of hurting and screaming?

Diao Xiaosi smiled and said, "Don't be angry." Here, have a drink. He brought the spout in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji hesitated, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma of wine, and opened his mouth to take a small sip as soon as he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a thick and moist liquid juice flowed down the throat, the pain in the ribs was immediately reduced by half, and the five internal organs gave birth to wisps of coolness, which made people feel much more comfortable all of a sudden.

He looked at Diao Xiaosi in a daze, and saw that this guy couldn't stop pouring wine into his mouth, and said proudly: "This wine doesn't taste bad, drink more, and see who will pee his pants!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes gradually lit up, and he nodded with a smile.