I'm the villain's mother.

The next few games became less interesting, and after three rounds, it was Meng Die.

"Dieer, come on!"

Meng Die smiled at Huaiyu, raised her sword and walked onto the stage.

The Taoist nun on the opposite side walked up slowly.

"Da Daomen, Ling Bo, please give me your advice."

Meng Die raised his sword and bowed: "Taiyan Palace, Meng Die, please give me your advice."

Following an order, both Meng Die and Ling Bo took a step back and began to observe each other's movements.

The next moment, a fire talisman went towards Meng Die's face.

Meng Die hurriedly turned over to dodge, but only avoided one, but was inevitably entangled by the talisman that followed it.

"She was careless."

Feng Yuan's voice sounded.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan, and Feng Yuan continued: "Look, the Daomen talisman seal is a long-distance attack. From the beginning, Meng Die should not retreat, but should move forward. The sword cultivator's attack The range is only so small, and she got out of the attack range by herself, so she is still too nervous. Now that someone else has found the opportunity, and all kinds of talismans are constantly entangled, the battle that could have been easily won may be delayed."

When Mu Wanwan saw it, Meng Die was really surrounded by talismans. In order to avoid the talismans, she also became very embarrassed at this moment.The original white clothes were now wet with the ice talisman, and his hair was even slightly burned by the fire talisman.

Mu Wanwan watched impatiently.

Meng Die on the field also discovered this problem at this time.

In the past, subjugating demons and killing demons would be enough to just charge forward with a sword, but now it is a competition, remembering the etiquette for a while, and putting yourself in such a disadvantageous position.That's all, Ling Bo threw talismans at her face, clothes, and hair, as if she was sure that she would keep avoiding her in order to maintain her image.

Meng Die hid and suddenly stopped hiding. After quickly ending the game to save energy to prepare for the next game and trying to maintain his image until the end and exhausting his energy to win, Meng Die chose the former.

At this moment, she was holding the sword and slashing at the talisman seals, one after another.

Seeing Meng Die suddenly disregarding his image and insisting on standing up for close combat, Ling Bo could only dodge hastily and look for a place that is beneficial to him.

But Meng Die, who figured out the key point, would give her this chance.

Accelerated suddenly and came in front of Ling Bo. Although Meng Die attacked fiercely, Ling Bo was extremely flexible, and Meng Die didn't hurt her for a while.

"If she learns to be smart, she will win."

As soon as Feng Yuan finished speaking, he saw Meng Die slamming his hands.

She stabbed Ling Bo's throat with the sword in her right hand, and when she lowered her waist and wanted to evade in another direction, she quickly turned around and stabbed in the direction Ling Bo wanted to evade.

It was even close to Ling Bo's neck, and as long as Meng Die exerted a little force, she could cut her flesh.

At this moment, Meng Die withdrew his sword and saluted: "Acceptance, the talisman of the Daomen is really exquisite."

Ling Bo also saluted at this time: "Taiyan Palace's swordsmanship is also good."

"In the fifth game, Taiyan Palace, Meng Die won."

Meng Die came down from the stage, squeezed a dedusting formula, and felt refreshed again.

When she got closer, Mu Wanwan opened her mouth suddenly: "Your hair."

Meng Die stretched out her hand to pinch her burned hair, and Mu Wanwan saw that the hair turned into dross and fell to the ground.Meng Die seemed calm and calm: "It's not a big deal, it can always grow back. If my ancestors of the Meng family knew that I lost my hair like this, they wouldn't blame me."

Xiao Fengyu watched Meng Die for a long time before hesitating to say: "Junior Sister Meng, come here."

Meng Die hurriedly stood up and walked to Xiao Fengyu's side.

Xiao Fengyu said flatly: "Do you know your mistake?"

Meng Die lowered his head.

Mu Wanwan heard a few disciples around her whispering: "Brother Xiao is more and more like the second uncle now."

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help raising her head to look at Xiao Fengyu again.

The boy's brows and eyes, which should have been stretched, are now furrowed; his eyes, which should have been filled with joy, are now full of worry.

Unknowingly, the person who chatted with them has become independent.

"My generation of sword cultivators, the most important thing to do is never back down. You took a step back on the stage just now, that is the ring! It is the battlefield of sword cultivators, how can you retreat?"

Xiao Fengyu's voice continued to speak, but Mu Wanwan felt extremely heavy.

Up to now, the system has not indicated what is wrong with what happened to Master Ming Zhao, and Mu Wanwan also took it for granted that this matter is nothing.But now seeing Xiao Fengyu who has grown up like this, she suddenly felt speechless.

Obviously Xiao Fengyu became what he is now, it should be after Feng Yuan's rebellion.

Thinking of this, she sighed.

The competition on the field was still going on, and it was not until noon that Huaiyu played.

"Senior Sister Huaiyu, Brother, come on."

Huaiyu smiled and stepped onto the stage.

The opponent is not strong, and it can even be said that he knows the bottom line.

It was a disciple of Immortal Cuiwu who entered the sect a few months earlier than Su Hu.

Winning is easy.

There is another competition in Taiyan Palace today, which is the one with Fengyuan.It's just that there are a few groups in the middle that take a long time, and the competition in this group was dragged into the evening abruptly.

After watching the competition for a day, and listening to the skills of the real Huimu, Mu Wanwan felt dizzy at the moment.

There are really too many things for her to digest.

Feng Yuan stood up at this moment.

Xu Shi hadn't had a wonderful game for a long time, but at the moment they saw Feng Yuan stand up, many people still lifted their spirits.

Mu Wanwan smiled at Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan conveniently put the teacup in her hand, and then slowly stood on the stage.

The disciple who was fighting was from Qingyin Pavilion, so he was indeed unknown.

Although there is some lack of basis for saying this, after all, they don't know much about Qingyin Pavilion, but they have never seen it in Lanying's trip, so they must not be very powerful.

The disciple stood up on the stage, and said obediently: "Qingyin Pavilion, Ruan Yu, please teach Master Feng how to do it."

Feng Yuan also bowed at this moment: "Taiyan Palace, Feng Yuan, I would like to ask Your Excellency for advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Chen got out of the sheath.

Feng Yuan was standing on the high platform at the moment, the wind blew up his black clothes, and the sword spirit pattern glowed faintly under the moonlight, and the words 'retired and independent' appeared in Mu Wanwan's mind.

Zhan Chen's sword blade also looked even more lonely under the moonlight, and with just a random blow of the sword, he knocked the disciple to the ground.

Before Ruan Yu could stand up, Zhan Chen lay across Ruan Yu's neck.

"Assignment."

Feng Yuan's voice was cold.

Ruan Yu immediately got up from the ground and patted the ashes on his buttocks.

"Mr. Feng's skills are superb, and his reputation is really well-deserved." Then he turned towards the direction of Qingyin Pavilion and shouted: "Master, uncle, look! I just said that it is unrealistic for us to practice music and fight swords. "

No one answered his words.

"No.60 eighth game, Taiyan Palace, Feng Yuan wins."

With the sound of a gong, today's contest ended quietly.

Mu Wanwan looked towards the Qingyin Pavilion, and it happened that someone from the Qingyin Pavilion also visited here.

There was a small mole on the brow and bridge of the man's nose, and Mu Wanwan knew it was Ye Yun Hui Xueliu Wendi.

And tomorrow's first match will be him against Xiao Fengyu.