Yue Zhuoqun grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve, with a sinister smile on his face: "Sect Master Ye, please stay, in fact, there is no need for everyone to be so stiff, since everyone has conflicting opinions, it is better to let Zen Master Zhikong judge." ”

"Zen Master Zhikong, you have always been very fair and compassionate, you say a word, what should we do. ”

Although Zen Master Zhikong has been staying out of the matter, he knows the stakes better than anyone else, and when he saw Yue Zhuoqun throwing the hot potato to himself, he secretly scolded Yue Zhuoqun in his heart for being an old fox.

He pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, harmony is the most important thing in everything, this is an ancient martial arts competition, and there is no need for everyone to face each other with swords." Since Sect Master Yue let the poor monk make a judgment, the poor monk dared to speak out. The poor monk felt that there was no prohibition on the use of fierce beasts in the competition, it was the fierce beasts that poisoned people, and it was not the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace who poisoned and injured people, so there was no need to hold the disciples of the Shifting Flowers Palace responsible. ”

Chongxu Dao Chang seemed to be very helpless, resumed his original smirk, and sighed lightly: "Alas, what Zen Master Zhikong said is reasonable, I also figured it out, Sect Master Ye don't blame me, I saw that my disciple was poisoned, and my heart ached for a while, so I didn't choose what to say." The disciples of the Shangqing Sect were all quiet, the bronze mirror was bitten to death by a fierce beast, and he could not blame others, but only his own bad life. In this matter, I am here to express my position, and I will not allow any Shangqing Sect disciple to seek revenge for this matter, if anyone does this, I will expel him from the sect, do you understand?"

The disciples of the Shangqing Sect are afraid of the poisonous scorpion that flies in the air, who dares to seek revenge, only for the sake of face, will bluff and make noise, pretending to find justice for the death of the senior brother.

Now that the master has spoken, with this step, they will immediately settle down, and no one dares to talk nonsense.

Yue Zhuoqun was a little helpless, and laughed dryly: "Since the matter is over, then let's continue the game, there are still many rounds below, and strive to end the game as soon as possible." ”

Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue sat back in their chairs again, the disciples of the Shifting Flower Palace also put their long swords back into their sheaths, and a retreat storm on the top of Huashan disappeared without a trace.

Du Zhong gave Ye Feng a thumbs up, as if to say, only you will swallow the anger of those three old guys, and if you were someone else, I am afraid it would be another scene.

Mr. Mo also cast an appreciative look, boy, you are domineering enough.

The prefecture-level duel competition was very intense, and everyone tried their best to play their strength, fighting for their lives, and even lost both.

Although several people won the game and defeated their opponents, they were also seriously injured and could not continue to fight, so they had no choice but to retire.

Although there were twenty-five prefecture-level realm disciples participating in the Shifting Flower Palace, after three rounds of competition, only the captain Li Rouge, Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er were left to qualify for the semi-finals, and most of the rest of the sisters lacked experience in battle, plus they were a little nervous, so they lost one after another.

The last game of the third round is the official Nie Qingwu and Taiyimen Sun Ying, whoever wins will qualify for the semifinals, and will face Li Rouge in the next match.

Nie Qingwu was wearing a black tight patent leather suit, with a high-stretch tight fabric outlining her perfect slender figure, and what didn't match her beauty identity was a flying knife tied around her waist and shining with cold light.

There is a feminine atmosphere in the delicateness, which makes people feel that she has a different charm.

Sun Ying of Taiyi Gate is a tall and thin man, carrying a nine-hole knife on his shoulder, the knife is an ordinary knife, but there are nine holes on the back of the knife, and nine silver rings are inlaid.

Nie Qingwu's gaze did not fall on his opponent Sun Ying, but on the rostrum.

Others thought that Nie Qingwu was looking at the official team leader Du Zhong, but Du Zhong knew that Nie Qingwu's ultimate target was Ye Feng, so he consciously turned his head sideways.

Seeing Nie Qingwu looking at him, Ye Feng smiled and nodded, expressing encouragement, come on, you will definitely be able to enter the semi-finals.

Seeing that Nie Qingwu didn't look at herself, Sun Ying's face was gloomy, thinking that Nie Qingwu looked down on herself.

He gently shook the nine-hole broadsword, and the silver ring on the blade hit the blade, making a crisp silver bell-like sound.

Hearing the sound of the silver ring, Nie Qingwu didn't feel anything, Li Rouge and Ye Feng both moved in their hearts, could it be that the silver ring on Sun Ying's nine-hole knife was the same as the gold ring on the lotus Zen staff of the Duxin monk, and it had the effect of confusing people's minds?

If it weren't for Ye Feng's drumming just now, Li Rouge would probably have fallen for the trick of the Duxin monk.

Nie Qingwu gently moved her snow-white slender fingers, like a cowboy on guard in a western, her hands slowly drooped, put them on her waist, and looked at Sun Ying quietly.

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Sun Ying's mouth, his eyes stared at Nie Qingwu's proud body recklessly, and all evil thoughts were written on his face.

"Little sister, will you bring a few knives to compete with me? Your official is too close-locked, why don't you equip you with some good weapons, how about you look at my nine-ring knife?"

With a show-off look, Sun Ying shook the nine-ring knife in his hand, the blade was exuding a cold air, and it collided with the silver nine-ring, emitting a silver light, as smooth as mercury pouring into the ground.

Nie Qingwu could see at a glance that the nine-hole silver ring knife was made of cold iron, and ordinary steel did not have this kind of cold aura that pierced people's skin.

Unable to get used to this kind of villain's face, Nie Qingwu pretended not to know: "You knife, I don't feel good." ”

Sun Ying smiled proudly: "Little sister, I know that you don't know the goods, this is made of thousand-year-old cold iron, no wonder, where do you see thousand-year-old cold iron." Like this kind of weapon, we have a lot of Taiyimen. Little sister, if you are willing to automatically admit defeat and date me, hehe, brother, I can give you a handful. ”

Nie Qingwu sneered: "I'm not rare, you can keep it for yourself." ”

It's boring, Sun Ying's eyes revealed a fierce look, little girl, toast and don't eat and drink, see if I don't teach you a lesson, let you know how powerful my brother is.

Boom, a deafening drum sound, the game began, and everyone was engrossed in staring at the two in the ring.

"Little sister, since you are not interesting, don't blame your brother for being rude. ”

Sun Ying's internal strength was concentrated on his hands, and with a flick of the big knife in his hand, he slashed directly at Nie Qingwu.

Sun Ying's knife is as fast as lightning, the momentum is like an overwhelming sea, the sharp knife has not arrived, the sharp knife wind has already blown people's cheeks painfully, and I can't see that Sun Ying's slender body will have such a powerful power.

Although Sun Ying's sword momentum was powerful, the impact of the nine silver rings did not have the effect of confusing people's minds, and Ye Feng was a little relieved.

Nie Qingwu raised his wrist, and there was a crisp sound, and a palm-sized, small flying knife actually blocked the powerful nine-hole silver ring broadsword.

Sun Ying couldn't help but let out an evil laugh, his nine-hole broadsword, but it was forged with sixty percent of the thousand-year-old cold iron, it was not only extremely sharp, but also heavy.

A small dagger actually tried to block my nine-hole cold iron knife, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it could be crushed.

(End of chapter)