Everyone was dumbfounded. No one knew the truth. They didn’t understand why Tang Bi suddenly hid her face and ran away. She didn’t care about anything and lost the qualification for the competition.

The score reached 11 to 10, and Waixuanmen took the lead.

Shen Dingnan cupped his fists and said, "Hey, the old sect leader accepted the concession."

Mingkang snorted coldly: "Humph, the outcome has not been decided yet! What if my inner Xuanmen wins the remaining games?"

Shen Dingnan already holds 50% of the winning tickets. There are three games left. If the Inner Xuanmen wins one and the Outer Xuanmen wins two, then the Outer Xuanmen wins. But if the Inner Xuanmen wins the other way around. Two games, and Waixuanmen only won one game, which was also a tie.

But there is also the situation that Mingkang mentioned, that is, the inner Xuanmen let the two chase the three, directly pulling the score to 13 to 11, and not giving the outer Xuanmen any chance of a tie.

But Shen Dingnan believes that such a situation does not exist. The Waixuanmen has let go of the weakest Mu Yi and won, so the next three powerful disciples will never lose. This is the confidence he has gained from running Waixuanmen for many years.

In the third competition, both sides will compete with stout middle-aged disciples. This group is all old aces and must compete every year. However, according to the urine characteristics of both sides, the fights are usually staggered, and each has its own victory or defeat.< /p>

But this year is different. Shen Dingnan wanted to win, so he took a gamble and asked his disciple Xue Chunlei to face Deng Sao, the eldest disciple of the Neixuan Sect.

Both sides are extremely powerful high-level fighting kings. Even Liu Mang is not sure that he can control Xue Chunlei, so he just helps at the critical moment.

Xue Chunlei originally used a large sword, but he was just as good at using a small sword.

Deng Sao, on the other hand, is a shooter, and his hands are relatively longer, but he may not be able to gain much advantage in close combat.

The two of them stood on the stage, not in a hurry to do anything.

Deng Sao said: "Brother Chunlei, I didn't expect you to face me this year."

Xue Chunlei said: "In previous years, I used it at the last moment to draw points. Usually I was sure of winning, but today it's not necessarily the case."

Deng Sao shrugged: "Actually, I don't want to fight you, especially after seeing the wooden sword in your hand."

"But you have to fight." Xue Chunlei said: "This is a competition within the sect, not a fight with outsiders. You don't have to have a psychological burden. We are close in strength and similar in age. We usually treat each other as brothers. I have been together for many years. I have never fought against you, so I wonder if your strength has declined?"

Deng Sao laughed loudly: "Brother Chunlei is so cheerful. To be honest, I have made some achievements in recent years, so I should be able to defeat you in two moves."

Xue Chunlei shook his head: "Unless I let you use two moves, you won't be able to win so much."

"There is always one and a half moves."

"The implication is that you are sure to defeat me, but don't forget that our Outer Xuanmen has never lost since we picked up the wooden sword." Xue Chunlei said.

Deng Sao wondered: "What kind of treasure is this wooden sword? Is it so powerful?"

Xue Chunlei said mysteriously: "It's just a piece of wood, but it was given to me by the great elder, so I will use it to defeat you and bring honor to our outer Xuanmen."

"Haha, I'm afraid Brother Chunlei's hope will be dashed. If you use your long sword to fight me, you might be 40 or 6 better than me, but if you use a wooden sword, with this length, you won't be able to get used to it.

You can't attack me, and there's only 28 left between us."

Deng Sao laughed. He was not afraid of wooden swords like others. Judging from the previous games, it was not the wooden swords that allowed Waixuanmen to win, but the disciples themselves.

"Brother Chunlei, please give me some advice!"

"Please enlighten me!"

The two of them acted in unison and struck instantly. The wooden sword hit Deng Sao's Thunderstorm Spear and made a clanging sound.

Deng Sao was surprised and said: "This is not a wooden sword, but a bronze sword."

Xue Chunlei didn't know the material of this wooden sword, but he just felt that it was more handy than his long-horned sword, allowing him to do whatever he wanted and be able to calmly deal with Deng Sao's thunderstorm spear and remain invincible.

Mingkang nodded and said: "This kid Chunlei has indeed made great progress in these years. Maybe you will pass your position to him in the future."

Shen Dingnan smiled and said: "Chunlei is indeed a talent that can be made. There are not many disciples like him in the Waixuan Sect."

"There is another Deng Sao in the Neixuan Sect. His level is not as good as Chun Lei. Brother Dingnan, why don't we make a bet? If your disciple can really defeat Deng Sao with a wooden sword, I will make the decision myself and give you a gift."

Batch supplies." Ming Kangdao.

"The old sect leader is really confident." Shen Dingnan said: "Then I also promise that if Deng Sao defeats Chun Lei, then the supplies you promised before will be shared equally."

Mingkang couldn't see this little thought, and said: "If Deng Sao defeats Chunlei, it's hard to say whether your Waixuanmen can win. Let's wait until the final result comes out!"

On the field, two top-level fighting kings were fighting fiercely.

Liu Mang did not intervene so early this time. Xue Chunlei was more powerful than he thought.

Xue Chunlei drew his sword, and each sword blocked the display space of Deng Sao's thunderstorm spear, preventing him from using all his strength. Xue Chunlei would force him back every time.

Liu Mang murmured: "He is indeed the trump card of the Waixuan Sect, but it is different. Maybe Xue Chunlei can win this game without my intervention."

Looking at it from the other side, Deng Sao was not embarrassed because he could not use it. Instead, he put away his gun with ease and fired it again. The two of them just moved back and forth in the center. If Deng Sao drove straight in, Xue Chunlei would sideways to avoid it.

Edge, and then cleverly stuck in the Jedi's carbine, as long as Deng Sao makes a move to turn around, he has already lost.

Deng Sao only used his spiritual power to blast his feet so that he could be easily knocked back. He did not apply his spiritual power to the Thunderstorm Spear.

Xue Chunlei frowned and said: "You didn't use all your strength. If you add your own spiritual power to your thunderstorm spear, you don't have to be afraid of my offensive. You can break through directly."

Deng Sao laughed and said: "You and I are competing fairly on the same stage. Since you used a bronze sword that I didn't take advantage of, I won't take advantage of you. This is called reciprocity."

"Your old sect master will not care about this kind of courtesy exchange. If you lose because of this, you will be severely punished." Xue Chunlei said.

Deng Sao made a silent gesture and said: "Actually, you and I both know very well that this is a performance. If you let me win, we can be even, but I don't want you to lose ugly."

Xue Chunlei's face changed: "Deng Sao, don't really think that I don't have other trump cards. The outer Xuanmen has so many martial arts that you, the inner Xuanmen, can't even learn them all in hundreds of years. Before you can use your spiritual power, I'm not as good as you."

You."
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