Cui Shan cupped his hands and nodded, saying: "Cheng Rang, Junior Brother Ning."

Ning Yan became even more depressed.

In just one day, he lost twice, still at the hands of the same person.

It’s really embarrassing!

He lowered his head and walked back to Ning Zhao, wanting to seek some comfort, but he saw Ning Zhao and Chu Yu chatting happily, with a gentle look in their eyes that even his biological brother did not have.

Ning Yan only felt that at this moment, the sadness in her heart had reached its peak.

However, Yin Ziqi was still nearby, finishing the attack: "Hehe, senior brother, I knew you would not lose!"

"You work so hard in practicing drawing talismans, how could you lose to Ning Yan?"

Ning Yan: Destroy the world...

Young monk Ruokong held the Buddhist beads and walked step by step to Yin Ziqi, "Junior sister Yin!"

Yin Ziqi looked at him doubtfully.

While turning the beads, Ruokong raised his eyes and looked at Yin Ziqi nervously, fearing that she would refuse, "Junior Sister Yin, can you... can you give Junior Sister another chance to challenge?"

Yin Ziqi snorted lightly, but it didn't go his way.

"I don't want to!"

The corners of the little monk Ruokong's eyes twitched, and his eyes wandered to Chu Yu next to Ning Zhao...

He still understands that persimmons need to be picked and pinched softly.

If Ning Zhao and Ruoming were really allowed to compete, it would really be a "help" to Ruoming.

Ning Zhao noticed his gaze and took a step forward gently, blocking Chu Yu behind him.

The corners of Ruokong's eyes twitched again.

These two are not on the right track...

He looked around and his eyes focused on a monk wearing white clothes who looked like an inner disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

This person has a square face, dark skin, two eyes as big as mung beans that seem to be in conflict, and they are very far apart. Under the flat nose is a thin and wide lip, which is full of meanness.

Meaning.

It seems that he can only cultivate in the foundation building period at most.

He was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and he seemed to be one of the thirty advanced disciples.

Ruokong calmed down and put on a harmless smile on his white-faced steamed bun-like face. He walked towards the Black Fangzheng disciple and said softly: "This fellow Taoist, my little sister has really worked hard to come to participate in the sect competition.

It’s a pity...it’s a pity that she is not strong enough and met a strong opponent in the first round.”

"Fellow Taoist, can you give me a chance to compete with you and make her regrets go away..."

Seeing the hesitant look on the face of Black Fangzheng's disciple, he quickly said: "To be honest, my little sister is only in the early stages of foundation building now... or she was just about to build the foundation yesterday."

"Please, fellow Taoist, give her a chance..."

Ning Zhao naturally heard what Ruokong said, and she looked over inadvertently with her peripheral vision, wondering which disciple was going to be deceived again.

The person standing in front of Ruokong...is actually Chen Yang?

Still as ugly!

Ning Zhao stopped thinking about stopping Ruokong and stood aside coldly, crossing his arms, wanting to see what Chen Yang would answer next.

Chen Yang originally looked at Ruokong's little monk dress and had some doubts in his heart, but then he thought about it. Most of the disciples of Fanyin Temple pay attention to the word "good". Even if they use moves, they will only use some light and weak moves without offensive power.

.

Besides, this person's junior sister is just about to build the foundation, and he has only been building the foundation for half a month. Who will win and who will lose? Isn't this already a foregone conclusion?

But... we can't agree to him so easily.

Chen Yang's mind moved slightly, his eyes rolled twice, embarrassment written all over his face, "Fellow Taoist, you are right, it's just..."

Ruokong quickly answered: "Just what?"

"It's just..." It's just that you don't know how to get any benefits from asking for help?

Chen Yang stretched out his left hand and rubbed his index finger and thumb to indicate what was behind Ruokong's "just".

Ruokong understood at a glance. He suppressed the look of disdain in his eyes, took out two low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag, and stuffed them into Chen Yang's hands with a look of pain on his face, "Fellow Taoist, these two spirit stones

Just take the stone."

Chen Yang looked at the two spiritual stones with weak spiritual power in his hands, and couldn't help but glared at Ruokong fiercely.

Are you sending beggars away?

Or is it that Fanyin Temple is so poor that two low-grade spiritual stones are considered a big treasure?

But looking at the way the little monk was buckling, I guess he must be a poor man. Maybe he saved these two low-grade spiritual stones from between his teeth!

Chen Yang stuffed the two inferior spirit stones into his storage bag and smiled reluctantly at Ruokong.

"Fellow Taoist, you and I are so close to each other, so I want to help...it's just..."

He stopped talking when he said "just", causing Ruokong to roll his eyes silently.

Ruokong thought to himself, this guy really has a big appetite, two low-grade spiritual stones are not enough!

He didn't even think carefully about how rare this spiritual stone was for Fanyin Temple where they had very few sharks.

Although he was thinking this, Ruokong still took out a low-grade spiritual stone from his storage bag and thrust it towards Chen Yang painfully.

"Oh my god, why are you so embarrassed? Fellow Taoist, you are too polite!"

Chen Yang stretched out his hand and pretended to dodge, and quickly took the thing in his hand.

"Of course, fellow Taoist, you are too polite."

"Isn't it just a competition? Do you need me to give way to your little sister?"

Ruokong sneered in his heart, giving way to Ruoming? I think you need to be given up by Ruoming, otherwise... it would be bad if you lose too ugly.

There was no expression on his face at all, he just looked at Chen Yang in surprise, "In that case, please go to the martial arts competition stage and stand there first, while I'll call my little sister over."

The arena has just finished a few games and is now empty.

Ning Zhao saw Chen Yang dashing toward the competition stage.

Ruokong also hurriedly called Ruoming over.

Chen Yang held his head high and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth on his dark face, looking like a proud big rooster.

"If you are a disciple of Fanyin Temple, please enlighten me!"

A gray figure fell onto the competition stage. Chen Yang originally thought she was a fair-looking little nun.

But these words she said forced Chen Yang to overturn his previous thoughts.

Ruoming, the inner disciple of Fanyin Temple, was going to build the foundation yesterday?

Who believes it!

It's just that he has already stood on the competition stage, and now he has to fight even if he doesn't want to fight. If he flies down to the competition stage in despair, he will probably be laughed at by other disciples for a whole year.

With this thought in mind, Chen Yang bowed his hands to Ruoming in a dignified manner, grinned and said loudly: "Chen Yang, a disciple of the Qingya Mountain of the Spirit Sword Sect, please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the figure of Ruoming, who had looked harmless just now, flashing, and a string of obscure spells spit out from her mouth.

"Aba, aba, aba, aba, aba..."

Chen Yang felt as if he had entered another world. He was trapped in a cage, surrounded by seven or eight Vajra Arhats sitting cross-legged. They were all knocking on wooden fish and chanting incantations.

Chen Yang's mind was buzzing, and when his steps faltered, he was about to fall to the ground.

Ruoming took a few steps forward, took off the Buddhist beads bracelet on his wrist, and threw it forward.

The bracelet suddenly became bigger and bigger, tying Chen Yang inside.

However, Chen Yang seemed to be hypnotized and could not sense the behavior of the outside world at all. His abdomen moved slightly with his breathing, and after a while, he seemed to be suddenly awakened by a fright, and screamed: "What?"

Feng Xiaodie coughed lightly and said, "If the disciples of Fanyin Temple win this competition, they will advance."

Sorry guys, I was too busy today, so I wrote a chapter of QAQ
Chapter completed!