The host flew down from the high platform, landed next to Su Zhao, and took a deep look at Su Zhao.
Then, he turned to Master Shi Nian and said, "The winner is Master Shi Nian of Jialan Temple!"
"Ha." Su Zhao chuckled, not caring who would win or lose.
"Haha, he didn't win!" Wang Pan clenched his fist fiercely and waved violently.
"Cough!" Behind Wang Pan, an elder from the Demon Slayer Sect coughed violently. Wang Pan looked back and met the elder's cold eyes.
Wang Pan looked ugly and turned around quickly.
"You bastard, my disciple of the Demon Slayer Sect lost, you are very happy!" The elder shouted, very angry.
"Disciple doesn't dare." Wang Pan said honestly.
Tian Yanxiu had a look of pity on his face, shook his head repeatedly, and said to the many watching disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect around him: "Su Zhao's strength is good, but his character is not good. He was deceived into using only one stick of incense. As a result,
It’s a pity that you fell into Jialan Temple’s scheme. Junior brothers, please don’t imitate Su Zhao’s character in the future. It won’t be of much benefit to your practice. People are too crazy and will always be conceited, and most of them end up like Junior Brother Su Zhao.
This is very tragic.”
Tian Yanxiu was not overjoyed, but used Su Zhao as a negative example, constantly criticizing Su Zhao to lower Su Zhao's reputation in the Demon Slayer Sect. When Su Zhao's reputation was too low, even if Su Zhao was qualified to become
The head of the Demon Slayer Sect also needs to consider the impact of his low reputation.
Xiaoxue's beautiful face showed sadness: "Sister Qingzhu, the young master has been defeated."
Liu Qingzhu nodded: "Winning or losing is just a momentary fight, it has nothing to do with life or death. It's just a competition. Don't worry too much."
Disciple of Diyan Sect.
Lin Zhu's eyes were a little dazed, staring blankly at Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian on the stage, and murmured: "How is it possible? How could Su Zhao lose? He is obviously so strong, and his cultivation is so outstanding.
.”
Lin Zhu didn't want to believe it, but the result had already appeared. Su Zhao was defeated, defeated by the bald man from Jialan Temple.
Beside Su Zhao, on the white clothes of Monk Shi Nian, there was a little blood stain, like a grain of cinnabar, falling on the white paper.
Monk Shi Nian clasped his hands together and said: "Senior, it was the junior monk who lost. The junior monk was limited to one stick of incense. I thought fellow Taoist Su Zhao would retreat in spite of the difficulty, but who knew that he actually broke the junior monk's Taoism? The junior monk is not as good as him!"
"
The host's majestic face showed a smile, and he looked at Monk Shi Nian and asked, "Are you sure you lost? Your agreement just now has been established. According to the rules you said, you have already won."
Monk Shi Nian looked at Su Zhao, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth. His handsome face under his bald head was serious. He nodded and said: "I can be sure that I lost. If I took the false name of the winner, then my Taoist heart will be ruined."
It will be destroyed by fellow Taoist Su Zhao!"
The host said: "Okay, since you have decided, let me announce it again."
"After repeated confirmations, the winner has changed from Jialan Temple to Demon Slayer Su Zhao. The winner is Su Zhao!" the host shouted loudly.
"What! This is impossible! There's something wrong..." After hearing this, Wang Pan almost stood up. His eyes were wide open and he didn't want to believe that Su Zhao was the winner. He even felt that the host was the one who eliminated the winner.
The elders of the Demon Master Sect are deliberately helping Su Zhao cheat.
It was almost obvious that there was "an inside story". Fortunately, Wang Pan didn't talk nonsense because of his identity. Instead, he sat in his seat and looked at Su Zhao angrily. "The villain has succeeded."
"I'm telling you, you must not imitate Su Zhao. I came into contact with him when he first entered Taoism. He was very scheming and didn't look like a good person. Monk Shi Nian is a Buddhist disciple. Su Zhao is selfish.
How can a person be better than a Buddhist who has a higher realm than him!" When Tian Yanxiu was still educating his disciples using Su Zhao as a model.
Su Zhao defeated Monk Shi Nian and became the winner as soon as the host announced it.
"Senior brother, what's going on? Why is the cough so painful?"
"You can't tell yet. I helped out at the Medicine Pavilion. I can tell at a glance that this tuberculosis is over. Senior Brother is going to die."
"Oh my god! It's tuberculosis. Get away quickly. tuberculosis is contagious."
The more the disciples talked, the more evil they became, and they kept making excuses to leave Tian Yanxiu's side.
Tian Yanxiu was furious and coughed again: "Cough cough cough..."
It seemed that in response to the words of those disciples who were in the Qi training realm, their eyes turned red.
A disciple in the Daoji realm looked at Tian Yanxiu's appearance, frowned slightly, sat down and showed concern for Tian Yanxiu, and said: "Elder brother, are you really suffering from tuberculosis? As a strong man in the Daoji realm, how can you get tuberculosis?
What? I can’t believe it. Could it be that this is a tuberculosis disease that only practitioners can get?”
"You! Ahem..." Tian Yanxiu pushed this disciple away, turned and left the audience.
"It's over. Senior brother really has tuberculosis. No, in order to prevent senior brother from infecting other disciples, I have to report it to the sect!" This disciple also understands right and wrong and knows how serious infectious diseases are. He has experienced it before.
The plague in Guobei County is so deadly that not even practitioners can escape this plague!
Liu Qingzhu and Xiaoxue hugged each other: "We win!"
The little white fox was squeezed gently in the arms of the two, but with a look of disgust on its face, it got out from between the two and jumped onto Xiaomei's shoulders.
"Haha, I just said how could Su Zhao lose? He won!" Lin Zhu turned his head and looked at the woman next to him with a proud expression, as if she was the winner on the stage.
The female elder of the Diyan Sect looked as if she was like this, nodded, and praised Su Zhao: "He is indeed the young hero our little princess has fallen in love with. Such a person deserves to be called a young man with a lot of promise!"
"Oh, you said it again." The girl's shy voice was filled with joy.
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Su Zhao, Liu Qingzhu, Xiaoxue, Xiaomei and Mei Fang talked about his battle with Monk Shi Nian.
Liu Qingzhu, Xiaoxue and Xiaomei were at a low level and could not hear the thrill of the battle in Su Zhao's words. However, Mei Fang was a practitioner at the Taoji level, so she could hear the power of Su Zhao and Monk Shi Nian. She held her chin with her hands,
Looking at Su Zhao, he exclaimed "Wow" from time to time.
"That's what happened. The man really used the Taoist technique to summon the Buddha. I punched him, and it was like hitting a mountain. There was no feeling of looseness at all. I even wanted to give up.
"Su Zhao said.
"The phantom of the Lord Buddha, even if it is just a projection of a phantom, is still an incredible existence. It was defeated by you. Su Zhao, you are so powerful. What were you thinking at that time?" Mei Fang
asked.
Su Zhao said: "What I thought was that I am also a fairy and I am not afraid of the Buddha! Then I punched and scattered the Buddha's shadow."
"It's so simple. Can we break up too?" Liu Qingzhu asked with a smile after hearing this.
"Haha, sister Qingzhu, you are so interesting." After hearing this, Mei Fang burst into laughter.
There was a knock on the door. Su Zhao walked out and saw a strange disciple appearing at the door.
"Excuse me, are you Junior Brother Su Zhao?" This disciple looked to be in his twenties or thirties, with a square face and black eyebrows, and a calm look in his eyes.
"That's me." Su Zhao nodded.
The square-faced disciple said: "I was invited by someone. Someone who claims to be your friend is waiting for you in Bailing Pavilion. Please go as soon as possible."
Su Zhao asked: "Who is the other party?"
The square-faced disciple said: "I don't know, but it was the disciples of the Law Enforcement Pavilion who were notified. The disciples of the Law Enforcement Pavilion were going on patrol and could not come over. They only told me when they heard that I was coming here and asked me to bring this news to them. Others
I don’t know anything about it either.”
Su Zhao asked: "Do you know which senior brother from the Law Enforcement Pavilion it is?"
The square-faced disciple was a little embarrassed: "I am a disciple of the Medicine Pavilion, and I am not very familiar with the disciples of the Law Enforcement Pavilion. I saw them wearing the uniform of the Law Enforcement Pavilion, so I didn't ask any more questions. If you want to know, I will ask for you."
As the square-faced man spoke, he turned around and went to find the Law Enforcement Pavilion disciple who gave him the news.
Su Zhao stopped him and thanked him: "No need to bother, thank you senior brother for sending the message, I'd better go to Bailing Pavilion to have a look."
"Then my mission is completed. I have to go deliver the medicine and say goodbye." The square-faced man slightly cupped his hands with Su Zhao and turned to leave.
Su Zhao had a strange look on his face and a sneer in his eyes. He turned to Liu Qingzhu and said, "I'm going to meet someone. You guys can have dinner by yourselves."
"Then be careful, don't encounter any thieves again." Mei Fang shouted loudly. As she spoke, her face suddenly became very shy.
Su Zhao smiled, turned around and left, walking out of the courtyard gate.
The mist rises under your feet and flies towards Bailing Pavilion.
Bailing Pavilion is a pavilion composed of several main halls. The sky has darkened. There are no disciples in the main hall of Bailing Pavilion. The lights have been turned off and closed. Only a side hall in the corner is still lit with dim candlelight.
Su Zhao fell from mid-air and arrived at the side hall of Bailing Pavilion. The door was open a crack, as if it was reserved for visitors.
Su Zhao strode in. In the outer hall of the side hall, only a dim candle was burning. One of the two doors leading to the inner room was open.
"Turn around and make ghosts." Su Zhao said calmly, but his spiritual power was already circulating in his hands, ready to kill.
Su Zhao walked into the inner room: "Who is in there?"
The Liguang Sword was also held in Su Zhao's hand, and he looked at the cloud bed in the inner room without fear.
A cute and beautiful woman wearing a pale pink dress and a hairpin was looking at Su Zhao blankly.
"Ah, Su Zhao, you are really here! What do you want to sue me for?" Lin Zhu saw the person coming, put away the help talisman in his hand, and ran towards Su Zhao with a smile.
When Lin Zhu walked over, there was a strange aura on his body!