In addition to being despicable and shameless, Zheng Qian couldn't think of any words to use to describe Li Wuya in front of him.

And even if it is used despicably and shamelessly, I am afraid, this is also a blasphemy of these two words.

Looking at Zheng Qian's eyes, Li Wuya continued to transmit his thoughts, "How about it? I have a good move, right? It will not make you unable to choose a drop of spiritual essence, it will only make you make small mistakes, in this case, it is even more impossible for others to gossip!"

"Yes, yes!"

Zheng Qian's voice was cold: "However, since you want to play today, then I will accompany you to the end!"

Soon, the second round began.

Another jade bottle was crushed, and an aura rushed into the sky, conjuring up a few big characters.

"Three drops of cyan elf!"

When the results first came out, Li Wuya had already selected a tattered Zen staff that had been eroded, Zheng Qian knew that this Li Wuya had definitely won again, and there were definitely three drops of cyan spirit in his Zen staff, even if he followed and selected three drops of cyan spirit, he was much worse for a long time.

Anyway, it was a loss, so Zheng Qian simply looked for it patiently.

His gaze swept over, but he saw a few ancient relics, but because these things were manipulated by the Mo Pavilion, Zheng Qian's method of looking at qi was not accurate, so he couldn't handle it for a while.

At this moment, Li Wuya on the side opened his mouth and chuckled: "What? Aren't you very good at gambling? Why do you have to toss for so long for this mere three drops of cyan spirit spirit, if you only have this strength, you might as well admit defeat as soon as possible!"

Zheng Qian was still struggling, after all, he had clearly seen it in the first game, but the final result was that there were two drops of spirit essence, and each ancient relic was one drop off.

What is the reason for this?

Zheng Gan's brows were furrowed, his gaze swept over, and when he looked at Li Wuya again, his gaze also happened to fall on the Zen staff in Li Wuya's hand.

"Huh?"

Just as Zheng Qian looked at it, his brows furrowed, because according to his method of looking at qi, there should be four drops of cyan spirit essence in that Zen staff.

But the result just now was three drops of cyan spirit spirit.

At that moment, Zheng Qian's mind flashed with inspiration, and he suddenly seemed to think of something.

It is true that in the first game before, six drops of green spirit essence and three drops of yellow spirit essence, in the end, Zheng Qian chose according to the normal, but each ancient relic was one drop different in the end, according to this, the hands and feet made on this ancient relic should be to use the formation pattern to add an extra drop of spirit essence, which will give people an illusion, and the real way is to add a drop of spirit spirit on top of those originals.

Zheng Qian finally understood, his face was happy, and he strode out, although he lost the second game, it didn't matter, there were still three games in the back, he still had a chance.

He gritted his teeth, his gaze swept over, and he chose a small ding that looked at the four drops of cyan spirit essence with the method of looking at qi.

Seeing Zheng Qian return to his position, the elder on the stage also announced loudly: "Okay, since both of them have selected the ancient relics they need, let's start verifying the results now!"

Li Wuya glanced at Zheng Qian, a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't speak, with a wave of his palm, the aura surged, and soon, there were ashes on his scepter, and in the blink of an eye, a cyan spirit was quietly suspended in that space.

No more, no less, exactly three drops!

"It's your turn!" Li Wuya looked at Zheng Qian, and said in a faint voice.

I don't know why, a bad feeling suddenly rose in Zheng Qian's heart.

He hesitated, but soon, the movements in his hand still moved, the flames of the aura conjured were surging, and the small tripod continued to rise and fall in the flames, and after a while, there were ashes falling down on it, and then, the small tripod suddenly cracked, and a cyan spirit appeared inside.

"Four drops!"

Zheng Qian's pupils shrank, it shouldn't be.

He's just found a pattern, but ......

Just when Zheng Qian's heart was full of incredulity, the presiding elder had already announced the result.

"In the second game, the winner is still Elder Li!"

Zheng Qian's heart thumped, and when he looked at Li Wuya, the smile on the latter's face was extremely uncomfortable to look at.

"You can't choose any of them today, so you just accept your fate!" Li Wuya's cold voice sounded in Zheng Gan's mind.

Zheng Qian's eyes flickered, "You actually did something with these ancient relics!"

"So what? we didn't have an agreement before we gambled, we can't do anything!" Li Wuya's shameless voice came, "Hahaha, so, you better obediently prepare the Qinglian Palace!"

Zheng Qian's expression slowly became calm, he knew that his anger would not help, it would only disturb his train of thought and let the other party succeed, if he wanted to find a solution, he had to calm down.

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers also exploded.

"Hey, I thought this was a peak showdown, I really didn't expect it to be so disappointing, this Qian Zheng is so rubbish, and he actually lost two games in a row!"

"Yes, if you say that you lost the first game, you can say that you are a little uncomfortable, but if you lose two games in a row, then it is not another reason, it is the reason for strength!"

"Alas, I still use this Qian Zheng as an idol, but now it seems that this idol is too rubbish!"

……

The sound of unpleasant and harsh discussions kept coming, Zheng Gan's face was still calm, and he was thinking about a way.

The latter part of the Nine Chapters of the Secret Sutra may have something that can penetrate the mist formation, but at present, Zheng Qian has not studied there at all, and it is too late to study it temporarily.

But if you continue like this, you will really lose.

He now slowly understands that the formation patterns on these ancient relics must have been carved with a special technique, some are true and some are false, as for which are real and which are false, only Li Wuya himself can tell the difference.

Zheng Qian held his forehead with both hands, his brows furrowed, and he thought hard about how to do it.

Even the chicks were helpless, and they came up with the idea of 'twittering' in the ring.

"What are you gambling on, or I'll rush out, take a mouthful of sea heart, and sacrifice all the ancient relics of his entire courtyard!" said the little chicken cub with a nonchalant expression, but there was a sly glint in the little black eyes.

Zheng Qian didn't know what the little chicken cub was thinking, he was just thinking about these spirits.

"Don't worry, there is a chance for you to eat enough, but not now!" Zheng Qian said helplessly, anyway, sooner or later, he will have to tear his face with the Nine Shadows Alliance, and when the time comes, he will definitely be able to let the little chicken cub turn the Mo Pavilion upside down here, but right now, he still has to get through the difficulty in front of him.

Just when Zheng Qian's heart was depressed, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and an idea suddenly popped up.