The exempted officer raised his hand and took back the released lion soul, bowed and said:

"Concession!"

Sanjie returned to his seat with an expressionless expression.

Yaoyao frowned and took a breath: "No fight?"

The people on the field suddenly became a mess: "This is so boring."

"Yeah, why don't you fight?"

It wasn't until the war drums sounded that the scene calmed down.

Three days later, there were not many spectators left, and most of the seats were empty.

The remaining ones are either those who want to see the results after being eliminated, or those who have entered the third round of competition.

After careful calculation, there are still twelve people left in the competition. Two people are fighting, and there are six people left. Afterwards, it is calculated that only three people can enter the rankings of this competition.

The remaining three will be the final winners, but if the six are all disciples of the same sect, then there will be no fight. After all, this competition is external, not internal.

For Meng Jiuer, she came here to find Earth Dragon. She has lived forever and no longer cares about fame and fortune.

In this life, when she completes her final mission as a human being, she can ascend and return to her fruition status.

Ah Jiu finished the last thing and planned to leave Yulongmen early.

Inside the Dragon Lock Tower, Sanjie stretched and held on to the doorframe, his eyes blurred as he said, "Junior Sister, I spent a lot of time cultivating myself this time, and the competition was not completed as scheduled. How can you compensate me?"

Meng Jiuer chuckled, took out the ring sword from his arms and wiped it with his finger, erasing his mark, and threw it to Sanjie from afar:

"Senior brother, of course I will not go back on what I promised you."

Sanjie's eyes suddenly brightened. He turned over the ruler and looked at it over and over again, unable to hide his smile:

"Thank you, junior sister."

After saying that, he claimed that he would go to watch the game to see the final result.

Meng Jiuer walked into the tower and found Zihui sitting cross-legged on the ground, shirtless. When Meng Jiuer arrived, he put down his hands and stood up and said:

"Miss Meng, thank you very much for your kindness. I cannot repay this kindness. Please pay my respects to me."

After saying this, Zihui knelt down and kowtowed three times. Meng Jiuer did not stop him. There was nothing inappropriate in kowtowing to the mother of all things.

"Zi Hui, what are your plans for the future?" Meng Jiuer looked at Zi Hui seriously.

His honest face was full of pain, his hands were clenched tightly, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Meng Jiuer knew what he was struggling with, and took the initiative to say: "With your current cultivation level, you can only control the dragon. If you want to inherit the position of the leader and take revenge again, in my opinion, you are no match for those old guys.

, now that you have come back from the dead, it is naturally not easy for you to stay at Yulongmen."

Zihui showed a tangled look on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Please give me some enlightenment, Miss Meng."

Ah Jiu paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Otherwise, if you come down the mountain with me, you don't have to worship me as your teacher separately. How about I teach you the exercises? After many years, I will send the Earth Dragon to you, and you can come back again."

"

As soon as he said this, his eyes looked shocked.

The earth dragon in his arms came out, fell to the ground along Jiu'er's clothes, and instantly transformed into a seven or eight-year-old boy:

"Brother, come back."

Zi Hui's look of shock instantly turned into fear, and he actually took two steps back: "You...whose child are you?"

Ah Jiu chuckled: "He is the soul of Earth Dragon."

Zihui was shocked: "Yuan Shen? Isn't that Earth Dragon already practicing..."

"That's right." Dilong patted his chest and said proudly, "I have practiced seven thousand eight hundred and twenty chants. In another one hundred and eighty years, I will be eight years old."

"Then your cultivation level is higher than mine? No wonder..." Zihui murmured to himself: "No wonder I can't see through your cultivation level. I thought you were just an ordinary poisonous snake."

Meng Jiuer smiled so hard that he couldn't straighten up: "That's really because of your poor cultivation. However, you may not know that Earth Dragon is the last living bloodline of the Divine Dragon Clan. He has half the bloodline of Qilin. When you complete your cultivation,

I will take you to a place and see if you can tame one."

Zi didn't come back to his senses for a long time. When he looked at Meng Jiuer now, he felt very strange.

Who is she? Why do her words give people an illusion of authority? Another world? Which world? Are there other worlds in the human world?

Seeing that he was stunned on the spot, Ah Jiu couldn't help but said: "Have you thought about it? Should you go down the mountain with me or stay here at Yulongmen? If you stay, I will help you before leaving. Maybe we can say goodbye today.

I won’t see you again.”

Only then did Zi Hui regain his consciousness, and he raised his hands and said politely: "Thank you Miss Meng for your kindness. Zi Hui will never leave Yulong Gate easily if he has the command of a master. As for the earth dragon, this thing is too precious, and Zi Hui is not blessed to enjoy it."

."

Ah Jiu shook her head helplessly, being rigid, too rigid.

"Zi Hui, do you want to betray the master?" At this time, a white-haired old man walked out of the tower, followed by two Taoist boys on the left and right.
Chapter completed!