The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

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Early in the morning of the next day, it was the day of the lottery before and after the competition between all college teachers and disciples. The first game was to compete with whichever number was drawn by hundreds of teachers from big and small colleges.

All four disciples must be on stage, and whoever can stay on stage in the end will be the winner.

Before, the deans had secretly inquired about the strength of other colleges, some of them had long since given up any hope, while some were secretly praying that they would not meet strong opponents.

After recharging their energy for one day, the competition began on the third day, and the battle situation was extremely tragic.

The disciples who failed were all covered in blood, because they tried their best, but the one who won was not much better, and felt chest pain even after taking a breath.

"Which academy's disciple is there?"

Sitting on the high end, Master Tsing Yi from Shenlu looked at the Zhenglie battle below and asked the disciples beside him softly.

"Return to Master, they are from Shengyun College, and their teacher is Ya Lie." The disciple took a look and replied.

"If my teacher remembers correctly, Saint Cloud Academy has already won a few games, right?" he asked.

"Yes, Master, if you add this one, Sheng Yun has already won five games."

From his point of view, in this match before him, the winning side also belongs to Sheng Yun, simply looking at the aura will determine the winner or loser.

"It's not bad, but I don't know how long they can last." The man grinned slightly and said.

"Master, this disciple thinks that there is no need for you to care about mere disciples. Tomorrow is the competition between the masters, so you still have to watch them."

"Um?"

The man's eyes sharpened, and he glared at him immediately.

"You are teaching as a teacher, how should you do it?"

The disciple gasped, and immediately knelt down.

"Master forgives the sin, the disciple will never dare again."

"Hmph, get off."

The man snorted coldly, and continued to focus his attention on the competition off the stage. He saw that within a few rounds, the other four who were not disciples of Saint Cloud Academy had already been kicked off the stage, while the four on stage, There was no injury at all.

"interesting."

The corners of his lips curled up again.

...

"Chuxin, there are only four of you left. It's not easy to deal with them." Tingyu has been following Sheng Chuxin and Beiyehanshou, paying attention to the stage and asking them. Who will you meet, and what is your strength?

"Master, we will definitely win glory for you, just watch it." Jinfeng assured her, patting her chest confidently.

"No need."

Unexpectedly, Sheng Chuxin shook his head.

"ah?"

Jin Feng was stunned, not understanding what Sheng Chuxin meant.

"Master, you mean... let us lose?" Shi Lanhua rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"If you lose, you lose, isn't there still a saint here, huh?" Sheng Chuxin said.

Everyone: "..."

She really hoped that her disciple would lose, what does this mean?

"Fourth sister-in-law, if you lose, you may not be able to enter Shenlu." Ming Zifan reminded.

"I want to enter Shenlu, who can stop me?" Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and asked.

"You... What do you mean, Sisao?" Bei Yening also asked.

"It's not interesting, I just think this game is boring." Sheng Chuxin shook his head and said.

"Ahan, let's go shopping."

With that said, she stopped Bei Yehan and left.

Everyone: "..."

What exactly does this mean?