Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Hmm, something is wrong.

Something is wrong with this person.

Looking at the figure on the ring in the northwest corner, Wei Canglan couldn't help frowning, and thought to himself:

Don't look at his whole body hidden in the black robe, but the protruding wrinkles on the robe, it is not difficult to see that this person's skeleton is extremely solid and generous.

Moreover, judging from his appearance, he must be at least 1.9 meters tall.

but.

How could such a tall person be so thin, it seemed that his robes were all empty.

strangeness.

Very strange.

The only explanation is...

This person used to be tall and muscular, but for some unknown reason, he was now skinny.

Moreover, what the hell is the black mist around him?

Looking at several spooky.

Is that Reiki?Or magic energy?miasma?

wrong.

neither.

I have seen both demonic and miasma.

I have felt it in those people in Yuyao Tower, as well as in the Demon Empress.

But the black aura emanating from this person is very strange.

It's like aura, but also reveals an evil nature.

Wei Canglan analyzed in his mind, and never took his eyes off the black robe.

Fan Qingmeng also watched vigilantly.

The eyes of the two couldn't help being attracted, and everyone in the stands and in the martial arts arena also looked over.

The ruling elders were also ready to step forward.

At this time, the disciple in front of the black robe who had been beaten and fell to the ground with injuries all over his body raised his hand with difficulty, ready to admit defeat.

"I……"

The disciple wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength. He wanted to speak, but found that he could not make a sound.

Immediately, fear appeared on his face, and the black mist under the black robe was reflected in his pupils.

The mist seemed to be slowly encroaching on his body.

"I……"

"stop!"

At this time, an adjudicating elder saw the strangeness of this disciple, he obviously wanted to beg for mercy.

So the elder stepped forward, shouted loudly, and was about to stop it.

However, as if Heipao didn't hear it, without anyone's expectation, he took a sudden step forward, rolled up the black mist, and slapped that disciple on the forehead.

"what!"

The disciple fell down in response, and the shrill screams resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

Everyone was stunned to see this scene.

The ruling elder was also stunned, he hurried forward and reached out to check the injured disciple.

However, there is no breath, and the pulse no longer beats.

died.

Killed on the spot.

The ruling elder's complexion was instantly livid, and he turned and reprimanded angrily:
"Which disciple are you?"

"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"

"He has clearly surrendered, why do you still kill him?"

"How can my generation of monks be so tyrannical?"

Although there is no express regulation in the Martial Arts Conference, it is not allowed to kill the opponent.

After all, swords have no eyes when fighting, and no one is sure that a wrong hand will kill someone.

But right now, the black robe was obviously done on purpose.

The elder ruling immediately stepped forward, quickly raised his hand, grabbed the opponent's shoulder, and asked with sullen eyes:
"Elder Ben is asking you, what sect and faction do you come from?"

The black robe is very obedient, gathering the fog, but he never showed his face, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Return to the elder, the sect to which the disciple belongs is not well-known, and it is also a low-level existence in the world of cultivating immortals."

The attitude of the black robe was good, but the ruling elder did not intend to let him go, and his intuition told that there was something wrong with this person.

The elder continued to scold:
"Then why did you kill him? That disciple can no longer stand."

However, to the Elder's surprise, the black robe suddenly let out an extremely soft smile:
"Hehehe..."

"Elder, did he ever say that he would admit defeat?"

"At the Martial Arts Competition, since the opponent has not announced that he has surrendered, I have reason to suspect that he still has cards."

"Once you relax, wouldn't it be me who is lying on the ground now?"

After these words, the elder suddenly lost his temper.

Not right.

The disciple didn't make a sound.

But he obviously wanted to raise his hand just now, but he already opened his mouth.

The elder was furious. He deeply felt that authority was being disdained, and his eyes were full of anger:

"Your disciple is corrupt!"

"Just now that disciple obviously wanted to speak out, but you used some means to make him unable to speak."

The black robe sneered:

"Elder, do you have evidence?"

indeed.

Although the ruling elder was attracted to the attention just now, he failed to arrive in time.

This is his fault.

Helpless, he couldn't disqualify the black robe from remaining on the stage, so he could only stare at him angrily, and flung his sleeves away.

Above the pavilion, the bigwigs of the three major sects all have indifferent eyes, but they know it well.

The beautiful woman of the Jade Phoenix Sect spoke first, with a strange tone:
"It seems that dirty things have been mixed into this martial arts competition."

Du Ruixi nodded.

At this moment, she was thinking whether to transmit the sound to Cang Lan, so that he could be more careful.

But what the old thief Zhuge of the Zhengyang Sect said next, made her dispel this idea:
"You two, don't worry too much."

"There are a lot of masters in the venue, and the younger generation is full of talents. I don't need to wait to make a move."

"Let's leave it to young people to show their hands and feet."

Du Ruixi, who had always treated Wei Canglan like a child, suddenly understood something.

Yes, Cang Lan has grown up.

He is no longer that ignorant boy.

There are some things that he can handle alone.

Just like half a year ago, the battle in Yuyao Tower.

After thinking it through, Du Ruixi changed the direction of Fuchen in his arms, with a calm face, no longer worried, and concentrated on looking at the disciples at the meeting.

Her personal successor, Qian Miao, was also in the round of competition.

It's easy to win the next city.

She is very satisfied with this.

In addition, although Zuoqiuru's personal successor from Green Bamboo Peak also won against an opponent of the same strength, he was in a bit of a panic. He had already returned to the rest area and was healing himself.

After all, Green Bamboo Peak majored in medical skills, and the fighting competition was indeed a bit difficult for that disciple.

It's just that the disciple didn't use his full strength, and this visit was just to broaden his horizons.

Among the remaining disciples, Chen Yu and Tang Canxi need to pay more attention.

On the high platform and the crowd, Wei Canglan squinted his eyes, watching every move of the black robe.

At this moment, he was basically sure that the black robe was definitely not an orthodox monk.

But it can't be determined that he is a demon.

It may be some hermit casual cultivators.

Hard to say.

But be wary.

I hope Yu'er and Canxi don't confront each other.

Fan Qingmeng also cheered up and stared at the figure in black robe.

Just when the two of them were quiet, another strange movement suddenly came.

On a ring in the martial arts arena, another black robe appeared, and he beat a disciple out of the ring with extremely cruel means.

Fortunately, that disciple has a magic weapon to protect him, otherwise he might die directly.

From the looks of it, the disciple who was kicked out of the ring seemed to be from Yaowang Valley.

How miserable.

Medicine King Valley is miserable.

The reputation is not obvious, and the disciple is bullied again.

In the stands on the side of the attic, the owner of the medicine king could not sit still and wanted to end, but due to his status, he had no choice but to give up.

For such a grand event, as the head of the sect, he would leave the scene rashly, and people would look down on him, saying that he was too protective of his disciples and did not obey the rules.