I'm the villain's own mother

Then the next few games became less interesting. After three games, it was Meng Die.

"Die'er, come on!"

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

The Taoist nun opposite walked up slowly.

"Daodaomen, Lingbo, please ask the immortal friend for advice."

Meng Die raised her sword and bowed: "Taiyan Palace, Meng Die, please give me some advice from my immortal friend."

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

The next moment, a fire talisman headed towards the door in front of Meng Die.

Meng Die hurriedly turned over and dodged. He only managed to avoid one, but was inevitably entangled in 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 Dao Gate talisman seal is a long-range attack. From the beginning, Meng Die should not retreat, but should move forward. The sword cultivator's attack

The range was only so small, and she was out of the attack range on her own, so she was still too nervous. Now that someone else has found the opportunity, and various talismans are constantly entangled, the battle that could have been easily won may be delayed."

When Mu Wanwan saw it, Mengdie was indeed surrounded by talismans. In order to avoid the talismans, she became very embarrassed. The original white clothes were now wet with ice talismans, and her hair was even burned a little by fire talismans.

Mu Wanwan looked anxious.

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

In the past, it was enough to slay demons and slay demons by charging forward with the sword, but now it was a competition, and I had to remember the etiquette for a moment and put myself in such a disadvantageous position. That's it, Ling Bo specifically aimed at her face, clothes, and hair.

Throwing the talisman and seal on someone seems to be sure that she will keep avoiding it in order to maintain her image.

Meng Die was hiding and suddenly stopped hiding. Between ending the game quickly to save energy to prepare for the next game or dragging it out until the end to use up all his energy to win in order to maintain his image, Meng Die chose the former.

I saw her holding her sword and slashing at the talismans, one after another.

Seeing that Meng Die suddenly ignored his image and insisted on fighting in close combat, Ling Bo could only evade in a hurry and look for a place that would be beneficial to him.

But how could Meng Die, who had figured out the key, give her this opportunity?

He accelerated suddenly and arrived in front of Ling Bo. Although Meng Die's attack was fierce, Ling Bo was extremely flexible, and Meng Die didn't even hurt her for a moment.

"Be smart and she will win."

As soon as Feng Yuan finished saying this, he saw Meng Die coming and striking in the east and west.

She held the sword in her right hand and stabbed Ling Bo in the throat. When she lowered her waist and tried to dodge in another direction, she quickly turned around and stabbed in the direction Ling Bo wanted to dodge.

It was even close to Ling Bo's neck. With just a little force, Meng Die could cut her flesh.

Meng Die sheathed her sword at this moment and saluted: "Thank you, the Dao Dao Sect's talismans are indeed exquisite."

Ling Bo also bowed at this time: "Taiyan Palace's swordsmanship is also excellent."

"In the fifth round, Taiyan Palace, Meng Die wins."

Meng Die walked off the stage and performed a dust-removing technique, feeling refreshed all over again.

When she got closer, Mu Wanwan suddenly spoke: "Your hair."

Meng Die reached out and pinched her burned hair. Mu Wanwan saw that the hair had turned into dregs and fell to the ground. Meng Die looked 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 looked at Meng Die for a long time before hesitatingly said: "Junior Sister Meng, come here."

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

Xiao Fengyu said calmly: "Do you know you are wrong?"

Meng Die lowered his head.

Mu Wanwan heard several disciples around her quietly say: "Senior Brother Xiao is becoming more and more like Second Senior Uncle now."

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but raise her head and glance at Xiao Fengyu again.

The boy's eyebrows that should have been relaxed are now frowning; his eyes that should have been filled with joy are now filled with worry.

It turned out that without even realizing it, the person who was chatting with them had become a man of his own.

"As sword cultivators, the most important thing we should never do is to retreat. You just took a step back on the stage. That's the arena! That's the battlefield for sword cultivators. How can you retreat?"

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

Until now, the system has not pointed out that there is any error in the incident with Master Ming Zhao. Mu Wanwan naturally feels that this incident is nothing. But now looking at Xiao Fengyu who has grown up like this, she suddenly feels unable to speak out.

talk.

Obviously Xiao Fengyu became like this after Feng Yuan's rebellion.

Thinking of this, she sighed.

The competition on the field continued, and it was not until noon that Huaiyu came on the field.

"Senior sister Huaiyu, come on, senior brother."

Huaiyu smiled and stepped onto the competition stage.

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

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

Winning is easy.

There is another competition in Taiyan Palace today, that is the one in Fengyuan. However, there are some groups in the middle that take a long time, and the competition in this group was postponed to the evening.

After watching the competition for a day and listening to the techniques from Master Huimou, Mu Wanwan just felt dizzy at the moment.

There was really too much for her to digest.

It was at this time that Feng Yuan stood up.

Perhaps it had been a long time since there had been an exciting game, but the moment they saw Feng Yuan stand up, many people were still in high spirits.

Mu Wanwan smiled at Feng Yuan, and Feng Yuan put the tea cup in her hand, and then stood on the stage.

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

Although there is some lack of basis for what they say, after all, they don't know much about Qingyin Pavilion. They haven't seen it during Lanying's trip, so they must not be that great.

The disciple stood on the stage and said solemnly: "Qingyin Pavilion, Ruan Yu, please give Master Feng some tips."

Feng Yuan also bowed his head at this moment: "Taiyan Palace, Feng Yuan, please give me your advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Chen came out of his sheath.

Feng Yuan was standing on the high platform at this moment, the wind blew the hem of his black clothes, the sword spirit pattern was faintly glowing in the moonlight, and the words "Left from the world and independent" suddenly appeared in Mu Wanwan's mind.

Zhan Chen's sword blade also looked even more lonely under the moonlight. With just one casual sword strike, he knocked the disciple to the ground.

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

"Concession."

Feng Yuan's voice was cold.

Ruan Yu immediately got up from the ground and patted the dust on his butt.

"Young Master Feng's skills are profound and his reputation is well-deserved." Then he shouted loudly in the direction of Qingyin Pavilion: "Master, uncle, take a look! I said it is unrealistic for us sound cultivators to practice swordsmanship.

"

No one responded to his words.

"In the sixty-eighth round, Taiyan Palace, Feng Yuan wins."

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

Mu Wanwan looked towards the Qingyin Pavilion, and there happened to be people from the Qingyin Pavilion also looking around.

There was a small mole on the bridge of the man's brow and nose. Mu Wanwan knew it as soon as he saw it. It was Ji Yun Hui Xue Liu Wen Di.

And tomorrow's first game will be for him to face Xiao Fengyu.