I'm the villain's mother.

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes and finally saw the person coming.

"Master Ji Kong, why are you here?"

Jikong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk came here to ask Master Mu to clear up his doubts."

Mu Wanwan expressed that she didn't understand, the competition between the two sides was imminent, and the 'enemy' suddenly came to our side to ask questions.

This should not be a normal trend.

Mu Wanwan hesitated and said, "Can I understand the problem that Master Jikong can't understand?"

Ji Kong smiled slightly, and his voice was a little more amiable: "Of course."

Mu Wanwan raised her head and forced a forced smile: "Then you can ask."

What I thought in my heart was: This forehead is indeed brighter.

Jikong didn't feel embarrassed, but immediately sat down with his robe lifted.

"Trying that there is one person who created one or three thousand worlds with his own power. However, everyone in the world suffers from himself, and everyone suffers. What should we do?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, but she was about to open her mouth but couldn't say why.

Ji Kong was not impatient when he saw this, and continued slowly: "If there is a person who is miserable when he is young, competitive and competitive, but has a heart for the common people, how would the benefactor evaluate it?"

Mu Wanwan didn't know, because Jiang Yingsi was such a person.Obviously sometimes his mouth is very angry, but when thinking of his experience, Mu Wanwan always feels compassion and words of persuasion.Experience can't erase his mistakes, but when she thinks that his experience is all made by her, Mu Wanwan feels that she can't hate him anymore.

Mu Wanwan sighed.

Jikong said again: "If this person will die miserably because of this, what should he do?"

Mu Wanwan couldn't answer.

Jikong continued: "If the benefactor is the creator of this world, will the benefactor save him?"

Mu Wanwan turned her head and met Jikong's eyes. Jikong's eyes were very beautiful, but they were full of compassion, which made people not have any thoughts.

Mu Wanwan nodded with firm eyes.

"If possible, I think he can live a bright and bright life. The first half of his life has been so miserable, and I want to give him a happy ending. How can Rhodes, who sacrificed his life for the common people, end in a miserable end?"

When Mu Wanwan said this, she didn't know why, but tears suddenly flowed out without warning.

Jikong smiled: "Mu benefactor is a kind-hearted person, so I wish the benefactor gets what he wants."

Mu Wanwan raised her head and saw a golden light flashing across Jikong's body in a trance.When he opened his eyes again, Jikong stood up, patted the dust on his robe, and walked down slowly.

At this moment, the voices on the high platform suddenly sounded, and the noise returned to Mu Wanwan's ears.

"Group No. 80 is between Master Jikong of Tan Huazong and Jiang Yingsi of Taiyan Palace. Please go to the competition venue."

Jiang Yingsi stepped onto the stage step by step with heavy steps.

Jikong described it as kind, put his hands together, and said slowly: "Amitabha, Jikong of the Tanhua sect, please enlighten me, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yingsi took a step forward and bowed solemnly: "Jiang Yingsi of Taiyan Palace, please enlighten Master Jikong."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yingsi raised his sword and went up.

And Ji Kong didn't move at all, just slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering something.

But even so, Jiang Yingsi's sword couldn't hurt Ji Kong at all.

Then, Ji Kong opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a golden light flashing in his eyes, Feng Yuan tightened his grip on the teacup.

Then Ji Kong uttered the Buddha's name, and Jiang Yingsi lost consciousness.

"No.80 game, Tanhuazong, Jikong, win."

An effortless victory, Jiang Yingsi was carried off the high platform.

Ji Kong looked at Mu Wanwan before stepping down from the stage. Mu Wanwan didn't know what the emotion in his eyes was, nor did he know the meaning of that look, so he could only smile awkwardly.

It was not until the afternoon that they finally waited for the competition between Xiao Fengyu and Liu Wendi.

Liu Wendi was not very calm, but his behavior style was somewhat similar to Su Hu's.

The specific manifestation is that as soon as Xiao Fengyu stood on the competition stage, Liu Wendi pulled out the fan from his waist.While fanning, he smiled: "Junior Brother Feng Yu, why do you have to keep a straight face, Senior Brother won't eat you."

The expression on Xiao Fengyu's face was like eating a fly.

"At Taiyan Palace, Xiao Fengyu, please ask Senior Brother Liu for advice."

As soon as Xiao Fengyu said this, Liu Wendi immediately put away his fan, patted his palm three times, and said 'OK' three times in succession. ' Then he opened his mouth openly: "I'm at the Qingyin Pavilion, Liu Wendi, please teach me the low tricks of Junior Brother Xiao."

The ending sound of the character 'Zhao' was still floating on the competition stage, and Xiao Fengyu's sword was heading towards Liu Wendi's neck.

Seeing this, Liu Wendi just opened his fan to block Xiao Fengyu's sword, and with light steps, he was behind Xiao Fengyu.At this moment, the fan also slowly returned to his hand, and with a flip of his wrist, he started to fan the fan again.

"Junior Brother Xiao, I don't want to use my strengths to attack your strengths, so I don't use my Heming today. Look, am I paying more attention to you?"

Xiao Fengyu ignored him, threw the sword, turned around and came in front of Liu Wendi, stretched out his hand and went straight to Liu Wendi's door.

Liu Wendi closed her fan slightly, and began to dodge Xiao Fengyu's punches and kicks. While dodging, she didn't stop talking: "Junior Brother Xiao, after listening to what I said, you don't have to feel sorry for me. I don't want any more."

Xiao Fengyu's eyes became sharper, and every move was filled with personal grievances.

Liu Wendi blocked Xiao Fengyu's movements with his hands, and his legs were not idle, and his mouth kept talking.

"This is the Immortal Gate Conference. If it's not the two of us fighting, how can we compare to boxing?"

Xiao Fengyu smiled, and took advantage of Liu Wendi's fan to block his leg movement, and turned over directly.Zhui Xing did not know when it returned to his hands, seeing that Zhu Xing was only a few feet away from him, Liu Wendi stopped moving.

"I admit defeat." Xiao Fengyu watched helplessly as the stabbed sword pierced the protective barrier formed for the loser by the competition platform.

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Xiao Fengyu sighed weakly.

Liu Wendi smiled brightly: "Junior Brother Xiao, you and I, what does it matter who is the second and who is the third?"

Xiao Fengyu raised his sword and got off the stage.

"Sure enough, music cultivators and sword cultivators are not scientific at all."

"The hundredth game, Taiyan Palace, Xiao Fengyu, win!"

Seeing Xiao Fengyu's face full of helplessness, Mu Wanwan sighed helplessly, then glanced in the direction where Liu Wendi was, and moved her mouth a few times, not knowing what to say.

"Is he on good terms with Liu Wendi?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help asking.

"Not so good." Feng Yuan said with a smile. "Liu Wendi is about the same age as us, and the two factions have been in touch for a long time. It is true that they are more familiar with others. It is also true that Feng Yu hates Liu Wendi. After all, Liu Wendi has many tricks, and Feng Yu can't beat him. "

Mu Wanwan became interested: "Oh? Let's hear it."

Feng Yu said slowly: "Take the competition just now as an example, Liu Wendi hinted that Feng Yu would let Feng Yu win if he called his senior brother. The reason why Feng Yu called was not because he couldn't win, but because he was afraid of him. Admit defeat directly. He admit defeat directly, no matter whether Feng Yu wins or not, it seems like he gave way. In the end, Feng Yu was still deceived."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Then why doesn't he use Qingyin Pavilion's illusion?"