Zhao Huarong challenged Nian Youyu, but actually wanted to take advantage of the fire. He bullied Nian Youyu just after a battle, and there was not much mana left in his body.
But the final result of the battle was beyond Zhao Huarong’s expectations. Zhao Huarong and Nian Youyu fought for nearly an hour. During this hour of fighting, not only did Nian Youyu show no signs of weakness, but this guy seemed to have been Fighting chicken blood, but also more and more courageous battle.
An hour later, Zhao Huarong, like Dong Song, had dozens of cuts in his body, and finally walked out of the ring with regret.
"Who else wants to challenge me? Nian Ye, I will not refuse anyone who comes." After winning, Nian Youyu walked to the edge of the ring and shouted at several Taoist priests under the ring, looking unusually arrogant.
"Sorry, I almost forgot. I have already fought two games, and now I have successfully advanced. Dear fellow daoists who are still struggling, goodbye." Nian Youyu shrugged his shoulders and provokes him again. Countless white eyes.
"Good at space power, holding a demon sword and evil blood in his hand, no wonder the mana will be exhausted."
Nian Youyu was just about to walk past Qiu Chuji. When he heard Qiu Chuji's words, Nian Youyu stopped.
"Do you know evil blood?"
"Of course I know. I used this knife for a while before. After I died, this knife was buried in my cemetery. If you can get this knife, I suspect you have entered my cemetery."
Qiu Chuji's words changed Nian Youyu's face slightly.
"Are you Qiu Chuji? Qiu Chuji, one of the seven true sons?"
"Replacement as fake."
Hearing Qiu Chuji's words, Nian Youyu rubbed his hands and said: "I must declare that I accidentally went to your graveyard. I only took the knife of evil blood, and I didn't move the rest. Yes. Besides, I'm still knocking over in front of your coffin."
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to be afraid that I will settle accounts after Autumn. Evil blood is a good knife. Instead of letting it sleep with my bones in the ground, it's better to hand it over to you. Also, congratulations on your successful promotion."
The conversation between Qiu Chuji and Nian Youyu was very weak and subtle. We did not hear what they said clearly. We only saw that Nian Youyu laughed for a while, crying for a while, and finally walked to the side in excitement, and walked to Feibo’s.
Around.
"Unexpectedly, the first to complete the promotion will be two casual cultivators. There are ten places in total, and now only eight of them are left. Our chances are getting smaller and smaller." Dignified, his disciple Zhishang now has one and only one chance, and he has vaguely felt that this time Baima Temple will miss the top ten.
"The three head teachers, now there are only eight places left, and there can be no more accidents. If you continue to let the casual practitioners complete the promotion, the interests of the three major sects and the four forces will not be guaranteed."
When Mao Lanshan's voice fell, Fang Cunzi frowned and said, "They gave the opportunity, and it is understandable that they set the rules. In addition, according to what they said, the opportunity will only be given to the true genius disciple, and this so-called genius disciple is not rigid. To the three sects and the four forces."
Fang Cunzi's voice fell, and Lei Huo, who had always been unspeakable, followed: "Opportunities are equal. If you don't seize the opportunity, you can only blame your disciples for not working hard and have nothing to do with others!"
"The two masters are right. Abbot Yuan Zhen and Patriarch Mao, you don't need to worry too much. All of your disciples still have another chance. If you can grasp this opportunity and want to turn defeat into victory, it is not impossible. "
Hearing the words of the three instructors, Yuan Zhen snorted coldly, and then said: "It's noon now, and everyone is already hungry. I don't know if I can take a break and fight again in the afternoon."
Yuan Zhen's intention is very clear. She will do her best to buy time, so that Monk Zhishang can recover and rest, and wait until the state is restored before challenging.
"Yuan Zhen was right. It's noon now. It's time to take a good rest. Let the young talents take a good rest and adjust so that they can reach a high level."
The three masters glanced at each other, and Fang Cunzi stood up and said, "I'll talk about it and make a suggestion, but I can't guarantee whether this suggestion will be passed in the end."
Fang Cunzi finished speaking and walked towards Qiu Chuji under our gaze.
When he arrived in front of Qiu Chuji, Fang Cunzi hugged his fists and said straightforwardly: "Senior, it's noon now, I don't know if I can let the disciples take a break and continue Wubi in the afternoon."
After hearing Fang Cunzi's words, Qiu Chuji's expression
Yichang whispered: "Until the top ten is decided, everyone can't rest. They must do it in one go and complete the normal game."
"Seniors and juniors are a little worried. If you don't let the disciples get well groomed, they may not reach the ideal level. In this way, if everyone does not reach the ideal level, it will more or less affect your judgment."
"Fang Cunzi, I hope you can understand that the Wubi Conference is not a pure Wubi Conference. You should regard the Wubi Conference as a battle. If it is a battle, when facing the enemy, the enemy can still fight with you. Negotiating terms? Allow you to take a break?"
"but......."
Before Fang Cunzi finished speaking, Qiu Chuji's expression changed, and he shouted: "Don't forget, the days of peace and ease are about to pass, and the storm is about to come! Please put away your previous painting."
This sentence of Qiu Chuji caused Fang Cunzi's body to tremble slightly. Fang Cunzi finally hesitated for a moment, but took a slow step and returned to his seat.
After Fang Cunzi took a step to leave, Qiu Chuji raised his voice and said to the crowd: "Wubi Conference continues, we must decide the top ten today, who wants to challenge the stage next?"
"Majia Ma Xin, challenge Hou Shexue."
Under the arena, a young woman stepped out and looked at Hou She Xue with high fighting spirit.
"The other party is a child of the Ma family, how? Are you confident?" I glanced at Ma Xin and then at Hou Shexue. There was a trace of worry in her heart for Hou She Xue.
"Cousin, rest assured, I'm sure to defeat her. It won't be long before I can stand beside Fatty and Nian Youyu. There are still seven places left, cousin, you have to hurry up."
When She Xue Hou finished speaking, she stepped onto the ring without any care.
"Little girl, don't worry, this girl will fight you fairly this time, and this girl doesn't need to be poisoned."
"Huh, the fictitious is true, true or false. Do you think I will believe what you say?" Ma Xin gave Hou She Xue a white look, took out two short knives, and held them in his palms.
"Even if you use poison, I am not afraid. Since I dare to challenge you, I am sure to defeat you."
"The little girl is not weak in speaking, let the little sister play with you for a while, let you know that this girl is not only good-looking, but also outstanding."
(End of this chapter)