After Zhang Mu and Sun Xiao finished eating the fruit, Liu Li also won in a thrilling way.
Lu Can on the other side is also nearing the end. Originally, the strength of the two is almost the same, but the difference is that one is in the Qi refining stage and the other is in the body training stage.
Lu Can was seen swaying, and a sword was drawn on the man's back.
Then Lu Can suddenly jumped up and kicked the man on the back, knocking him off the fighting platform.
"Miko, you have to work harder."
"Don't worry." After saying that, he walked towards the high platform in the middle.
Now there are only three people left, Zhang Mu, Liu Li, and Lu Can. I really don't know how to fight.
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, Old Man Lu slowly stood up.
"Since there are three disciples left, let's draw lots to decide. One of the three will be selected to advance directly, and the remaining two will compete to find a winner."
Originally this is not the only good way, it depends on your luck, but is it really that simple?
"It's still three words: Xuan, Wu, Tang. Those who draw Wu will be promoted directly, and the winner will be decided among the remaining ones."
As soon as he finished speaking, the female disciple was seen walking up again.
Originally, Zhang Mu was standing first, but the female disciple bypassed him and walked in front of Lu Can.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu felt something was wrong.
Seeing the woman's lips move slightly, Lu Can suddenly smiled and reached out to pull away the wooden sign in the middle.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu didn't care anymore. He walked over and turned over the remaining two wooden signs, revealing the words "forge" and "tang".
Seeing this, before Zhang Mu could say anything, Old Man Lu on the high platform became angry.
"No rules, no distance. Junior Brother Song, is this guy still qualified to compete?"
After hearing this, Uncle Song looked at Zhang Mu and hesitated for a while, but he still said: "Zhang Mu, why are you like this?"
Before Zhang Mu could speak, Old Man Lu shouted: "Junior Brother Song, do you still want to practice favoritism and malpractice?"
Zhang Mu couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly: "Uncle Song, there is fraud here. This woman has clearly leaked information. Is this fair?"
"Bastard." As he said that, he saw Old Man Lu disappearing from the spot.
When Master Song saw it, he couldn't help but said: "It's not good."
Zhang Mu had already taken a few steps back after Old Man Lu disappeared. But he still felt as if his chest was hit by a stone, and he suddenly flew out like a kite with its string broken.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood sprayed on the fighting stage.
Before Old Man Lu could take action, Senior Uncle Song had already rushed over. Standing in front of Zhang Mu who was lying on the ground, he said with a gloomy face: "Senior Brother Lu, what are you doing?"
Old Man Lu snorted coldly: "You are disrespectful, can't I teach you a lesson?"
Senior Uncle Song closed his eyes to calm down and said, "Since I have taught you a lesson, I would like to ask Senior Brother Lu to go back."
Old Man Lu didn't say anything, turned around, looked at Lu Can, and flew towards the high platform.
Liu Li helped Zhang Mu stand up and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Zhang Mu felt a commotion in his chest at this moment, and he didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that the blood he had suppressed forcibly would spurt out.
Uncle Song came over, looked at Zhang Mu and said calmly: "Zhang Mu, what do you think?"
He couldn't help but open his mouth, blood spurted out immediately, and his face turned extremely pale.
"Miko, you scared me!"
Then Uncle Song flipped his hand, took out a pill, and gave it to Zhang Mu very skillfully.
After taking the elixir, I felt sweet in my mouth, a fragrant elixir emitted, and my heart felt refreshed.
"Thank you, uncle." After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and healed his injury.
Liu Li looked at Lu Can with an angry look and said, "I want you to pay the price."
Before Liu Li could rush out, Uncle Song shouted: "Stop, what a shame."
Then, he looked around. He turned over his hand and took out a magic talisman, quickly threw it towards the front, and it instantly turned into a streak of fire and flew out.
When Old Man Lu saw it, he couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing?"
Uncle Song said without fear: "Now I ask Uncle Mo to come out and take charge of the overall situation."
Hearing this, Old Man Lu gritted his teeth and sat back angrily.
In less than a moment, a figure appeared on the high platform.
I saw this man in gray clothes, with a face full of vicissitudes of life. But he exuded a trace of pressure that could not be ignored, making people dare not resist at all. Without even thinking, I knew that this man was Mo Xiaotian, a monk at the Golden Core Stage.
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"Master Nephew Song, why did you call me?"
Uncle Song cupped his hands and said, "Uncle, it's like this..."
Mo Xiaotian nodded, looked at Old Man Lu meaningfully, and said slowly: "Now we will draw lots again after this person's injury gets better."
After hearing what Mo Xiaotian said, everyone was speechless and waited for Zhang Mu to heal his injuries.
In a blink of an eye, the time of a stick of incense has passed.
Not to mention that the best elixirs are very effective, the elixirs Uncle Song gave Zhang Mu were also quite good, even if they were not completely cured, they were still almost the same.
Zhang Mu slowly opened his eyes and stood up with a cold expression.
Liu Li met and told the story in a low voice, and Zhang Mu showed a sneer on his lips.
"Liu Li, you go down first."
Seeing what Zhang Mu said, he didn't know what to say. He nodded and said, "Uncle Song, this disciple abstains from voting."
"Oh?" Uncle Song looked at Liu Li, then at Zhang Mu and nodded: "In that case, there is no need to draw lots."
After hearing this, Liu Li bowed his hands to Master Song with respect. He patted Zhang Mu on the shoulder and said a few words of concern.
Zhang Mu smiled and said: "It's okay, you go, I have a sense of proportion."
After watching Liu Li walk down, Zhang Mu said to Master Song, "Uncle Master, my disciple Zhang Mu thanks you so much for saving your life."
"It doesn't matter, since everything is fine, let's start." After saying that, Uncle Song flew towards the high platform.
After Uncle Song left, Zhang Mu's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Lu Can with a very cold look.
Obviously, Old Man Lu's series of actions had offended his own instincts, and now he put all his hatred on Lu Can.
Lu Can couldn't help but frown when he saw it, but still sneered: "I can still kill you with one move."
Looking at Zhang Mu again, he didn't say anything. He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and rushed out quickly.
Lu Can saw it with disdain, and in a flash, he appeared in another place, already holding the spiritual sword in his hand.
Zhang Mu missed the target with one blow, and just when he was about to turn around, Lu Can's attack slowly became more violent.
Seeing Lu Can's spirit sword dancing up and down, Zhang Mu was not given a chance to fight back at all. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before he was defeated.
At this time, Zhang Mu became more and more frightened as he watched. It seemed that he still underestimated Lu Can.
Suddenly, Zhang Mu felt a pain in his arm. Just this pause made Lu Can make a new move.
"Go to hell!"
Zhang Mu's expression changed, but it was already too late to hide. He let out a muffled grunt, and the spiritual sword suddenly passed through his chest.
"Uh..." He looked at Lu Can coldly, and said with trembling lips: "Lu Can, I want you to die without a burial place."
After hearing this, Lu Can was about to say something sarcastic, but he saw Zhang Mu grabbing his spiritual sword with one hand and slashing at it with his bare sword with the other hand.
"Looking for death." Lu Can cursed in panic.
Then, Lu Can lowered his head to dodge the sword, and then kicked Zhang Mu in the abdomen, sending him flying backwards.
As it flew out, the spirit sword slowly separated from the body, and a stream of blood sprayed onto the fighting platform to form plum blossoms.
Lying on the ground, Zhang Mu felt dizzy. He was really tired and wanted to just fall asleep.
Just as the consciousness was fading away, a woman's voice came to my ears: "Yangyang, you stinky boy, don't sleep. Get up quickly and my aunt will take you to eat delicious food. If you don't get up, I will go there by myself."
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"Little... aunt, who... I can't say anything."
As soon as he said this sentence, Zhang Mu felt as if his head had been hit.
I saw the small red cauldron on his chest emitting a faint light, and something with a snake head and a dragon body appeared in Zhang Mu's mind, circling constantly.
"Ah..." Zhang Mu hugged his head and curled up, his body trembling in pain.
In less than half a cup of tea, Zhang Mu slowly got up, with endless sadness and loss on his face.
It turns out that everything was just a dream, I am still here and I have never gone back at all.
"Auntie, no matter what, I will try my best to survive and strive to climb to the peak as soon as possible. I hope there is a way to go back."
After saying that, he looked at Lu Can with dull eyes and said calmly: "I said, I want you to die without a burial place."
When Lu Can was unprepared, Zhang Mu quickly took out three talismans and threw them out one after another.
I saw the blue water talisman at the front instantly turned into light blue water droplets, and merged into Lu Can's body without any waste.
Lu Can saw that the spiritual power in his body was starting to become a little messy, but he could still control it, but the speed of its operation had slowed down several times.
What followed was a cyan wooden talisman, which hit Lu Can's chest, causing a burst of green light.
After the green light disappeared, a green tree vine branch was seen wrapped around Lu Can. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.
Followed closely by the red fire talisman, when it was about to reach Lu Can, it instantly turned into three scorching fireballs and blasted past.
Seeing this, Lu Can couldn't care less about his face and shouted loudly: "Ah... uncle, save me."
When Old Man Lu saw it, he ducked and flew out.
When the fireball was about to arrive, it suddenly disappeared, making Zhang Mu frown.
After seeing Old Man Lu appear, Zhang Mu subconsciously took a few steps back, obviously already a little wary of him.
Old man Lu looked at Zhang Mu with cold eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Lu Can has lost."
"Uncle, I am not defeated. I haven't used the spiritual weapon you gave me yet, so I am not defeated."
When Old Man Lu heard this, his expression changed. Why does this guy say anything? Isn't this just adding fuel to the fire?
At this time, Mo Xiaotian's cold voice came: "Lu Li, are you competing?"
Old Man Lu's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but cupped his hands and said, "Uncle, Lu Li knows."
Then, Lu Can looked worried and said: "You kid, don't make me anxious, hurry up and give up." After saying that, he flew out helplessly.
"Lu Can, can you admit defeat?"
Lu Can said unwillingly: "I won't admit defeat, I won't lose."
Mo Xiaotian said calmly: "Then continue the competition."
Zhang Mu didn't hesitate after hearing this. He shouted loudly, rushed out with his sword and jumped up high.
"Golden Spirit, Broken Sword Style."
At this time, the vine branches on Lu Can's body suddenly broke. But before he could be happy, he saw Zhang Mu slashing down with an angry sword.