Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

The highlight of Wanmen Huiwu was in the third round. Two hundred monks were drawn fairly. As for the opponent, it all depends on luck.

If your opponent is very strong and you are brushed down in the first game, you can only blame yourself for bad luck. In other words, it is also that you are not strong enough. If you are strong enough, you should be fearless.

Murong Sa found Hua Che in the crowd and asked anxiously: "I didn't see you this morning, why did you go?"

Hua Che replied vaguely and casually: "Wander around outside."

Two hundred monks, the first round of screening went on for three days, Zhuang Tian's heart and liver trembled, and when he learned that Lin Yan was also promoted, he almost cried with excitement.

When the hundred became fifty, Zhuang Tian had a nosebleed on the spot, and his eyes went dark, and he was carried to the side hall by the Shangqing disciples, fanning and feeding medicine.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Palace haven't done much yet, the head of the family has stopped cooking first, so that other immortals don't even know what to say when they look at them.

Meeting martial arts is not a group of one fight, but four groups at the same time.

When the monks were not competing, they simply opened up everyone to place their bets and waved their flags while watching the arena.

"The Promise Sword Sect is rushing, the big brother is fearless and invincible, and the medicine pie is overwhelming!"

"Chiyao sent forward bravely, killing the enemy and causing fruit, the little junior brother worked hard and beat the Swordless Sect to the ground!"

You said and I said, spit on the stars and spray three feet, the two people on the stage are still fighting, and a group of cheering disciples in the stage are fighting first.

The scene was a chaos. The dignified cultivators of the immortal monks had shaved heads and exuded anxious white faces. They were no different from the market shrews. Thanks to the arrival of the two heads in time and knelt one by one, the gun-smoke-filled war was quelled.

Soon I arrived at Lin Yan, he was holding a blue light long sword, named Liu Xia, which was given to him by Zhuang Tian.

Lin Yan's opponent happened to be the disciple of the elder Qianyang, Duan Tiange with a long nose.

Lin Yan didn't have much pressure either. Just like Master said, winning or losing is not important, learning from experience is the key.

But Lin Yan still had to try his best, losing to Duan Tiange in swordsmanship. He was not discouraged, and immediately sketched the seal with blood and summoned the spirit beast to help out.

After finally getting a beast control master, Mu Qinian was the first to get excited: "This kid is not very young, and his talent is pretty good."

Xie Wanting: "The three-tailed spirit fox was actually summoned. Although the Taoism is a bit poor, it is already very good."

Chu Changfeng: "The generation of Lingxiao Palace is really full of talents."

Duan Tiange was eager for quick success and quick profit, so he was more ruthless. He knocked Lin Yan to the ground several times. Seeing that Lin Yan didn't mean to beg for mercy, he became even more ruthless.

Wen Yuan saw his heart beating with horror: "Nine Junior Brother, didn't the Master say it? My life matters!"

Murong Sa was anxious: "If someone with a surname dares to do anything to my family, I want him to be unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life!"

Hua Che pursed his lips and didn't speak. Lin Yan's personality was soft, but he was too **** certain things, and his persistence made people speechless.

After being beaten down by Duan Tiange for the countless times, Lin Yan stood up on the ground with a bruised nose, and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips while panting.

Duan Tiange looked at him condescendingly and smacked his lips: "If it weren't for the face of Hua Qingkong, I would have let you go to see the King of Yan."

In the last round of Wanmen Huiwu, there are regulations. Before the competition, the status of life and death shall be established. If the life is lost, the family members and friends of the division shall not seek revenge.

"Don't admit defeat?" Duan Tiange's patience is almost exhausted, "Don't you think you can beat me?"

"No." Lin Yan coughed and said, "Master Duan has a high level of cultivation, I am ashamed of it."

The self-proclaimed Duan Tiange is very useful and has a milder tone: "Then you still..."

"I just want to try my best. Although I am very small and inconspicuous in the teacher's door, the master is very good to me and the seniors are also very good to me. I don't want to let them down. I also want to Master, do something to fight for Master and Senior Brother!" Lin Yan stood still, and a round object fell to the ground.

Lin Yan looked like a torch: "Although Master Duan can kick me off the stage, it is absolutely impossible for me to voluntarily surrender."

The blood dripped on the round surface, and the sudden cracking sound made everyone's eyes bright.

Lin Yan looked down after realizing it, and suddenly the egg that had been carefully guarded by him for a full year broke out of its shell!

The whole body is flaming red, only the size of a palm... a bird?

Lin Yan was stunned, and watched the little bird flicker and flew up. The movements were quite awkward. It finally fell on Lin Yan's shoulder and was already wheezing and panting. He rubbed Lin Yan's cheek with his little furry head, making a crisp Scream.

Hua Che was shocked: "This is..."

Chu Binghuan was also stunned: "Chongming Bird!?"

Chu Changfeng and Xie Wanting both stood up, and Mu Qinian's eyes almost didn't fall out.

Then, everyone saw Lin Yan being kicked and fell under the ring.

The Shangqing disciple said loudly: "Thirty-five games, the Shangqing Xianmen Duan Tiange wins!"

Everyone: "..."

The heavy bird that just broke its shell, how can you expect it to be awesome?

Mu Qinian sat back in his chair and said with a smile: "The next session of the Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts Conference, that young disciple named Lin Yan... is truly terrible."

Lin Yan was indulged in the joy of "The cubs I carefully nurtured are finally born", and he didn't feel depressed because of losing the martial arts.

Lin Yan's first battle stopped one of the hundred.

Although he was defeated, he left a deep impression on countless elders of the immortals.

When it was Murong Sa's turn to play, he took a lot of sensationalism, and he didn't know where to put his clothes, red, green and green with yellow, purple, purple and blue with white. When he stood on the stage, he looked like a peacock.

Hua Che simply didn't look at it.

Mu Qinian also felt embarrassed and hid behind the crowd in a desperate manner, pretending that he did not have this son.

Murong Sa’s opponent was a disciple of Yeyou Mansion. He played the pipa very well with one hand. Murong Sa hid, his hair was messed up, his clothes were dirty, and he didn’t have the tricks he had when he first took the stage. Fortunately, his strength is much better than that of his piercing clothes. He breaks in time and develops super-high swordsmanship, even if he gets back 10%.

But Yeyou Mansion is not a vegetarian. If you come here, I have been playing for two hours. According to reason, the disciple of Yeyou Mansion is not Murong Sa’s opponent, but Murong Sa is not so-so-skilled in learning skills. Every time the sword comes to the front, the disciple of Yeyou Mansion is not Murong Sa’s opponent. The children are almost a bit, what Hua Che sees is the burning of all the inner parts, and he almost breathes fire.

"You have been beaten in vain for the past six months? Don't pick up where you should pick up, don't stab back where you need to stab, do you look good with those imaginary sword tricks? Is it useful!"

Murong Sa stopped after being scolded by "Master Hua".

Hua Che gave him another knowing blow: "Don't forget to rustle, you can't get into the top three, you wash the dirty clothes of all teachers!"

"Fuck!?" Murong Sa was suddenly excited, for dignity, for the sake of paws for his eighteen years of paws, fight! !

This fight made it into the top ten.

After another fight, it was in the top four.

There are two groups, Murong Sa and Chu Binghuan, Hua Che and Lu Yao.

Speaking of this time, the performance of the Shangqing Immortal Gate was surprising. The high disciples under Lu Mingfeng's seat and the high disciples of Qianyang elders were so unlucky that they always picked Chu Binghuan, one, two, and three were beaten down by him and were eliminated tragically. On the contrary, Lu Yao went smoothly and easily made it to the top five.

And before Hua Che entered the top four, he ran into the big brother of Yeyou Mansion, the closed disciple of Xie Wanting, who played a seven-string guqin, which was taught by Xie Wanting himself, very powerful.

Hua Che also fights with the rhythm, playing the flute with one hand, which is frustrated and melodious.

If there is no true essence injected into this, there is no murderous aura, it must be an audio-visual feast that shocks the four and makes people linger.

One piano and one flute is a perfect match through the ages.

Chu Changfeng exclaimed: "As expected of Ye You's disciple, Sect Master Xie is well-informed!"

Xie Wanting looked at Hua Che and said with a faint smile: "When it comes to the attainments of music, the child is better."

When the four cultivators confronted, everyone was holding their breath, and finally it was the highlight.

"Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Lingxiao Palace, three of them accounted for the top four."

"Who would say no, this session of the martial arts, but I really saw my heart beat."

"I saw that Hua Qingkong and Chu Tianyu have extraordinary aptitudes. I thought I would stop in the top ten at most, and I would have entered the top four without thinking."

"After today, the position of the Lingxiao Hall in the realm of cultivating immortals should rise."

"Go and send a letter to the elder, prepare a gift, and when the Wanmen Huiwu is over, we will be the first to visit the Lingxiao Hall."

Although Lu Yao's talent is not high, he can make up for his weaknesses with diligence. He has been able to practice martial arts day and night under the spur of his father since he was a child. He still has real talents. If he has a tougher personality, he will be perfect.

There are still three matches left, just come one by one, everyone can see clearly.

Chu Binghuan and Murong Sa stood in the audience, Wen Yuan led Zhuang Xiaoyi and others to cheer, and the Shangqing Immortal Gate was not inferior, and they shouted with great momentum.

Hua Che stood on the stage, his face pale, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

Chu Binghuan in the audience suddenly said, "Don't bear it."

Hua Che was taken aback: "What can't you bear?"

At the same time, Lu Yao arrived, and he curled his lips and smiled very friendly: "Clear sky."

Lu Yao asked, "Do you want to use a sword? I heard that you found a sword in Mingyue Valley, which has the same root as my Langyue."

Hua Che smiled and summoned the Zizhu Dongxiao from the soul: "I am Le Xiu, what kind of sword do I use!"

"That's right." Lu Yao bowed, "then please feel free to enlighten me."

Langyue was unsheathed, and the sword was Wushuang Tsinghua, dancing along with Lu Yao, curling up the biting wind.

Without changing the color of Hua Che's face, he slowly lifted the flute and moved it to his lips.

Along with the melody, a red stream of light overflowed, directly against Langyue's sword, making it difficult for Lu Yao to move forward.

The flute sound suddenly changed, and Lu Yao's heart trembled, as if seeing a terrible picture, he staggered back, and muttered secretly: "Sorry, father, me, I don't dare anymore..."

Hua Che's eyebrows condensed the yin bird, instead of stopping, he urged the Xiaoyin more fiercely, Lu Yao knelt on the spot, collapsed and cried.

Everyone looked at each other, and Lu Mingfeng stood up abruptly.

Hua Che's eyes sneered and disappeared.

He was not able to kill Lu Yao personally in his previous life, but was dragged by Lu Yao to die. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to repay the debts of the previous life. After all, he signed the certificate of life and death before Huiwu, even if Lu Yao died under Huache’s hand, Shangqing Immortal door can't do anything.

There was a murderous intent in Hua Che's heart, and he subconsciously looked at Lu Mingfeng with an anxious look.

His own son is about to die in front of him, is it irritating?

Chu Binghuan's heart trembled: "Hua Che."

Although this is also a kind of revenge, but... if Lu Mingfeng does not care to go crazy, he may not know what the chaos will be.

After all, Lu Mingfeng's good name is there, and Lu Yao's identity is also there. Even if the Shangqing Immortal Sect provoked such a breath, what about the Lingxiao Palace?

Hua Che didn't want to cause trouble to Zhuang Tian, ​​let alone push Lingxiao Palace to the forefront.

That's it.

At the same time that Hua Che stopped the flute sound, Lu Yao also tried his best to break through the sound barrier. He vomited blood in embarrassment and fought back at Hua Che with his sword.

Hua Che said that he didn't need a sword, he didn't need a sword. He gripped the black purple bamboo flute, escaped Lu Yao's ultimate move, and hit Lu Yao's shoulder with the flute backhand. The crisp bone cracking sounded everyone's toothache, and Hua Che didn't give Lu Yao a chance to breathe. He quickly hit his hands, legs, waist, and finally reached his throat.

Lu Mingfeng lost his voice: "Daoer!"

Everyone only felt that their scalp was numb.

Hua Che turned the bamboo flute, dexterously as if hitting a dog stick, and pressed against Lu Yao's neck: "Give up?"

Lu Yao was forced to the edge of the ring, as long as Hua Che pushed him lightly, he would fall, deeply aware of the disparity in strength, and it would only be more ugly to fight again.

Lu Yao took a breath and said, "I admit defeat."

The audience fell into a commotion.

Lu Yao's defeat, the rookie of the Lingxiao Palace, was either the top one or the top two!

Murong Sa raised a heart to his throat.

— "I practice Le Dao, and I can still beat those sword repairs from the Shangqing Immortal Gate to the ground, believe it?"

"The fourth to last game, Lingxiao Palace Huache wins!"

Murong Sa shuddered.

Of course, the head of Zhuang Tian didn't know all of this. His old man was still in a coma at the side hall, and his whole body was indulged in his disciple who entered the top fifty, unable to extricate himself.

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