Lin Xiaoyang returned to Tianmang Mountain and reappeared in everyone's sight, landing on Tianmang Mountain.
"Sister, what's wrong with her? Her face is so ugly?"
Lin Xiaofeng immediately noticed that something was wrong with her sister. She was in a state of unconsciousness. Although her beautiful eyes were opened as wide as possible, her eyes were slack and lifeless, as if her soul had been sucked out, and she had completely lost her former energy and heroic demeanor.
Lin Xiaoyang in such a state made Lin Xiaofeng feel very strange.
Not only Lin Xiaofeng, Xia Shenglong, Zhou Ziheng and others noticed that something was wrong with Lin Xiaoyang's state.
"There's something wrong with Miss Lin."
Zhou Ziheng waved in the air and greeted Lin Xiaoyang.
Although Lin Xiaoyang looked in his direction, his eyes were distracted and he did not notice him.
Zhou Ziheng immediately leaned over and said, "Miss Lin!"
Lin Xiaoyang realized it later and responded dully: "Yeah."
Zhou Ziheng felt something was wrong more and more. He moved his nose slightly and smelled a unique and familiar fragrance from Lin Xiaoyang's body.
"It's broken. This is the breath of Ziyang Pill. She must have eaten Ziyang Pill to make her drowsy!"
Zhou Ziheng's face suddenly darkened. He had bought five Ziyang Pills from the old lady of the Lin family, and after taking them, he was in Lin Xiaoyang's state.
However, he was even worse than Lin Xiaoyang. He didn't hold on for long, and he fell into a drowsy state, and finally slept for nine days and nine nights.
The old lady of the Lin family went out with Lin Xiaoyang just now. Lin Xiaoyang was probably fed Ziyang Pill.
"Master Qin asked me to cooperate with Miss Lin to compete for the throne of the Lord of the Martial Arts Temple. However, Miss Lin took the Ziyang Pill. Although she can still hold on, she is completely half asleep and half awake. How can she fight?"
Zhou Ziheng thought rapidly in his mind, and then immediately called Master Qin for help.
Master Qin's medical skills are incredible and can resolve the sleeping power of Ziyang Pill.
However, Master Qin did not answer the phone, which made Zhou Ziheng's face immediately become extremely ugly.
Zhou Ziheng glanced around and found that the old lady of the Lin family had a faint smile on her lips, as if she was waiting for Lin Xiaoyang to fall asleep.
Seeing the reaction of the old lady of the Lin family, Zhou Ziheng roughly understood everything.
It must have been done by the old lady of the Lin family.
However, this is no longer important.
The important thing is how to wake up Lin Xiaoyang and restore her fighting strength!
Zhou Ziheng immediately stopped holding back and shouted to Lin Xiaoyang: "Miss Lin, where is Master Qin?"
Lin Xiaoyang was woken up by a sudden drink: "Master Qin? He is at home."
After saying that, she fell silent again, listless, like a sleepy pregnant woman.
At this time, Wang Chuandao came over and looked at Lin Xiaoyang coldly: "Lin Xiaoyang, what's going on with you? You actually dozed off during the selection meeting. This is extremely disrespectful."
"If you don't want to participate in the martial arts competition, you can withdraw, no one will stop you!"
Lin Xiaoyang was shocked when he heard this, and gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't doze off... No."
She used a lot of strength, even biting her lips, to barely say these two sentences, and then narrowed her beautiful eyes. Her tall and slender body was teetering and might fall down at any time.
Not far away, Ye Ningshuang, who was participating in the election on behalf of the Ye family, also cast a slightly mocking look: "Lin Xiaoyang, are you afraid of participating in the election, so you are pretending to be sleepy?"
Lin Xiaoyang ignored Ye Ningshuang, and her sleepiness became more and more intense.
Ye Ningshuang's voice became clearer again, and her cold laughter resounded for thousands of meters: "Lin Xiaoyang, this is the first time that I, Ye Ningshuang, have seen you pretending to be sleepy because you were afraid of losing. You have really made our Martial Arts Temple look good."
"I thought that Master Qin was a coward and didn't dare to come. You have the courage to come alone, but I didn't expect that you are pretending to be sick when you come here."
"You Fenghuang Mountain people are really like a nest of snakes and rats, with the same blood."
Lin Xiaoyang listened, but was too lazy to respond because she really didn't have the energy to say another word.
Her lips were slightly open, she was yawning again and again, and her eyes could hardly be opened.
She looked at an unoccupied seat in the distance, walked over involuntarily, sat down, put her hand on the side of her face, and transformed into a sleeping beauty with a peaceful expression.
Hearing Ye Ningshuang's words, the people around him were in an uproar.
What is even more incredible is that the always strong Lin Xiaoyang, known as the witch, did not have the courage to reply when faced with Ye Ningshuang's humiliation.
This is incredible.
On another hilltop, Ye Chenchen, Xia Shuangjie, and Zhou Longtao stood together, and the three of them couldn't help but start talking.
"Isn't it Master Qin's idea for Lin Xiaoyang to sleep here?"
"Lin Xiaoyang is known as the witch. She is so tough and cruel. She slept during the martial arts temple selection contest. She couldn't do such a shameful thing. It could only be ordered by Master Qin."
"Master Qin is so shameless. Even if she doesn't come, she lets Lin Xiaoyang sleep here. What does she want to do?"
"If I'm not wrong, Master Qin should be protecting Lin Xiaoyang. After all, how could Lin Xiaoyang defeat the third uncle? Lin Xiaoyang pretended to sleep, so he didn't have to fight, so there would be no danger."
"It's really disappointing. Master Qin, who is famous all over the world and claims to be able to dominate a country with one man, is actually so mean?"
"Yes, that day at the Martial Arts Hall Club, Master Qin agreed to Wang Chuandao's challenge so happily, but now he has turned into a coward."
"After today, Master Qin will definitely be ruined and become the laughing stock of the world."
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Lin Xiaoyang kept dozing off, which made Zhou Ziheng feel helpless. If Lin Xiaoyang had slept through it, it would be difficult for him to defeat Xia Shenglong alone and fulfill Master Qin's instructions.
"No matter what, we can only do our best and obey fate." Zhou Ziheng secretly clenched his fists.
"After Lin Xiaoyang took Lin Fengcai's pill, his condition was so bad that he became drowsy."
"It seems that she is no longer qualified to be my opponent."
Although Xia Shenglong sensed that Lin Xiaoyang was not really asleep and was still resisting his pajamas, and his consciousness fluctuated strongly throughout his body, it would not take long before he would fall asleep peacefully and become unconscious.
Seeing this situation, Lin Caifeng, who was under the sky, immediately said calmly: "Palace Master Wang, my granddaughter is not in good condition. If I take her away now, wouldn't it be considered as interfering in the internal affairs of the Martial Arts Temple?"
Preacher Wang had a business-like attitude: "It's not a hurry."
He hoped that Lin Xiaoyang would participate in the competition. Only when she got into a fight with Xia Shenglong and was in danger could Master Qin show up to rescue her.
Otherwise, if Master Qin didn't come, it would be difficult for him to kill Master Qin today, which would bring shame to Confucianism.
After looking at his watch, Mr. Wang picked up a gilded post and announced loudly: "Quiet!"
"Today is the day for the selection of the master of the Martial Arts Temple. Thanks to all the heroes and heroes, you have come to watch the ceremony. I, the king, preach and welcome you all on behalf of the Martial Arts Temple."
"The auspicious moment has arrived. The competition will begin in a moment. Now read out the selection rules for the competition."
Immediately, Ye Zhixuan, who was standing with Li Taishan, stood up and Shi Shiran said: "The purpose of the Martial Temple is to respect strength, and those who are capable will live there."
"For this competition and selection, the minimum level of cultivation to participate must not be lower than the peak of foundation building, or not lower than that of Grand Master Dan Jin."
"There are only four candidates who meet one of these two conditions, namely Xia Shenglong, Zhou Ziheng, Ye Ningshuang, and Lin Xiaoyang."
"Severe injuries occurred during the competition, and I automatically withdrew from the selection. Now we start drawing lots."
"Invite the four candidates to start drawing lots and draw their own numbers."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
There were not many powerful people coming to watch the ceremony today, only more than two hundred people, but every one of them was powerful or had a noble status.
But without exception, they are all looking forward to the next draw.
This number is very important. Number 1 can actively choose the opponent, which means that you can choose a weak player in the first round and steadily advance to the second round.
"I hope to see the battle between the Northern Sword King and Xia Shenglong!"
"The battle between the martial arts gods and the innate monks must be the most brilliant battle in a hundred years."
"Originally, today was the decisive battle between Master Qin and Wang Chuandao, but it's a pity that we can't see it. We can see the battle between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Shenglong. This trip is considered complete."
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Everyone was talking non-stop, but Lin Xiaoyang was simply ignored.
"Brother Zhou, you invite me first." Xia Shenglong made an invitation gesture to Xia Shenglong, very confident and calm, with a calm attitude that he didn't care who his opponent was.
"Thank you, Mr. Xia San, for your permission!"
Zhou Ziheng looked solemn and came to Ye Zhixuan.
Ye Zhixuan held a black jade box the size of his head in his arms, completely cutting off his spiritual perception.
Zhou Ziheng did his best to put his hand into the jade box and pulled out a small blue crystal ball.
It said "2", which was obviously the No. 2 ball, which made Zhou Ziheng's face freeze.
This means that he cannot actively choose Xia Shenglong in the first round of competition.
This time it gets a little tricky.
But when he thought that he would face Xia Shenglong alone sooner or later, Zhou Ziheng calmed down.
At this time, Ye Ningshuang walked over and took out a ball with the number 1 written on it.
As the two balls are drawn, the draw is over.
"Ball No. 1? Not bad."
Ye Ningshuang looked at the sleeping Lin Xiaoyang out of the corner of her eye, showing a faint smile, "Lin Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, I have ball No. 1."
"In the first round, I choose to challenge you!"
Lin Xiaoyang's lips didn't move, but a soft hum came from her nose: "Yeah."
Ye Ningshuang's face darkened: "You are already asleep, and you still dare to fight with me! How ridiculous!"
Zhou Ziheng also looked at Xia Shenglong with a solemn expression.
Xia Shenglong looked like a senior monk, wearing a black cassock. He was extremely solemn and compassionate: "Mr. Zhou, you are fifty-nine years old this year. You are known as the strong man closest to God."
"Xia is forty-one years old this year. It can be said that I have grown up hearing about your reputation, and I have never meant any offense in my heart."
"I can't fight today, so I'll give you some advice from Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Ziheng is also a very confident person at heart, and said calmly: "Mr. Xia San, there is no need to be humble. You are one of the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism. Your cultivation is unpredictable and you are famous all over the world."
"I, Zhou, are dozens of years older than you. I was lucky enough to enter the realm of gods. I dare not talk about giving you advice."
Xia Shenglong smiled slightly: "In that case, today, you and I don't seek victory or defeat, we only seek a happy fight, how about that?"
Zhou Ziheng was neither humble nor arrogant: "As you wish!"
"Come and fight!"
Xia Shenglong swung his cassock, and the golden light outside his body surged like a tide, turning into a ten-foot-long golden dragon lying outside his body.
And he himself stepped on the golden dragon, soared into the sky, and stood under the sky. The majestic and high-pitched dragon roars resounded for hundreds of miles in an instant.