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

The next day, the Martial Arts Conference continued.

The disciples of the major sects are still as usual, the competitions that should be competed, and the ones that should cheer.

Chen Yu and Tang Canxi both competed in the morning.

The two girls had good luck in the lottery draw this time, and none of the players who were drawn were too strong.

Chen Yu naturally won easily.

Canxi was a bit stupid. Although she didn't use the Gorefiend's body anymore, thanks to her long-term physical strength, she dragged down the cultivator on the other side.

This time, the two drew applause from the crowd again.

On the high platform in the venue, a man in black robe stood at the highest point, looking at the towering head below, with a sinister smile on his face.

He put his eyes on Wei Canglan who was standing on the edge of the stand, and muttered to himself:

"Wei Canglan, very good."

"You once killed the master demon master who was friendly with us."

"Today, I don't want to make you pay in blood, but at least I will let you shed a layer of skin."

"As for your disciple with a strange physique, hehe..."

"When she is killed by my elder disciple, I will refine her into the most powerful puppet."

"In the future when you become a big success, let her personally take your head."

"At that time, you can still look calm and breezy?"

On the attic, Du Ruixi, Zhuge Haixu and the others looked calm, neither happy nor sad, as if nothing happened last night.

But Fan Qingmeng was a little nervous.

Although she is the young suzerain, after all, she is at that age, less than 20 years old, and has far less experience than her master, so she feels a little restless.

The beautiful woman saw that her disciple was a little nervous, so she shook the hand of her beloved disciple, her beautiful eyebrows stretched, and her voice was calm:

"Qingmeng, don't worry."

"We are naturally prepared."

Fan Qingmeng realized that his performance was not good, so he quickly calmed down and said seriously:

"Thank you Master, the disciple understands."

Several people continued to watch the game.

The crowd in the stands continued to cheer.

In the grand martial arts arena, thunderous shouts can be heard endlessly.

Just at this moment, someone suddenly noticed that a black-robed man came on stage and was about to compete with his opponent.

Afterwards, another black robe stepped onto another arena.

Immediately afterwards, all black-robed figures came onto the stage.

A total of more than ten black robes all entered their respective rings.

Everyone was shocked.

strangeness.

Very strange.

More than a dozen black-robed monks actually competed in the same batch.

Is it too weird?

The elder of the Poison Demon Sect who was far away in the cave also had a disastrous expression on his face, secretly thinking something was wrong in his heart.

How is this going?

Are all your puppets competing in the same batch?

How can it be?

Obviously the draw is random.

At the same time, he has to manipulate more than a dozen puppets at the same time, which will consume a lot of his mind.

The original plan was that he would launch an attack when the noon martial arts conference was about to be suspended.

This ensures that there are puppets both off and on the field.

Can create chaos at the same time.

However, now all puppets are competing in the ring.

It can be said that the puppets are all on the bright side.

This will not only make him exhausted, but will also cause the puppet to wear out due to careless operation.

Could it be that those righteous hypocrites discovered the plan?

impossible!
They couldn't find out about the plan.

But if they don't know, how can they arrange the puppets together?
Absolutely nothing so strange.

If the plan is exposed...

Who would have passed on the information?Let Zhengdao make arrangements in such a short time?
Is it possible...

The elder slowly opened his eyes, looking at the disciple who was patiently wiping the two puppets of Guda and Muji, his eyes were like knives.

Could it be his own disciple?
There is no direct evidence that it was him.

Forget it.

The situation is more critical.

Solve the immediate problem first.

The elder hurriedly said to his disciples:

"Gan Ze!"

"The disciple is here!"

The young disciple quickly stopped what he was doing, turned around and responded.

"Now, immediately, send the puppet to the martial arts arena, and you will manipulate Guda."

"Yes! Master!"

The young disciple named Gan Ze showed excitement in his eyes, and mobilized the devil energy in his body to drive the puppet.

He himself sat cross-legged in a corner of the cave, frowning.

The two puppets Guda and Muji were infused with demonic energy, and suddenly opened their green eyes. Under the black robe, their legs spread apart, and they flew out of the cave, unstoppable all the way, and went straight to the venue of the Martial Arts Conference.

"Do it."

The elder shouted angrily.

Gan Ze was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he increased his efforts to circulate his aura.

……

In the arena, everyone was wondering why there were so many black robes all of a sudden.

However, at the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

On more than a dozen arenas, countless black robes exploded, revealing the dark red skin underneath, which was covered with corpse spots, and black mist began to gurgle out.

"What's going on here? Why is there black mist everywhere?"

"What are you still doing in a daze, run away! It's obvious that something happened."

"Damn it! My shoes, who the hell stepped on my new shoes."

"Returning the shoes, I will die in a while!"

In the venue, endless black mist invaded and spread, as if it was going to swallow the world.

The sky seemed to be dyed black, and it was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

Shouts, chaotic footsteps, shouts from the disciples, everyone was in a mess.

Not long after the competition, Chen Yu and Tang Canxi both looked at Wei Canglan beside them.

"Master, this matter..."

After all, Chen Yu was a person who experienced a great battle. Looking at the scene in the martial arts arena, she seemed to have returned to the day of the Cangxing Gate battle. She frowned and asked.

Tang Canxi's eyes were excited, and she was even a little happy, fisting her hands:

"Master, are we going to make a big fuss? Enemy, where is the enemy?"

Wei Canglan smiled, his eyes calm:

"Don't worry, everything is under control."

I'll go, Master is so handsome.

Although Canxi was very excited, she was still a little scared.

As long as there is not enough master, any enemy doesn't matter.

Chen Yu nodded, and obediently stood beside Wei Canglan.

Suddenly, a loud voice resounded through the sky:
"All disciples, there is no need to panic."

Hearing the sound and looking forward.

On the attic where Da Zongmen was sitting, Zhuge Haixu was sitting there, leaning forward slightly, and speaking slowly.

Immediately, the disciples in the venue became calm, and their expressions gradually calmed down.

Seeing this scene, Wei Canglan couldn't help sighing inwardly.

Zhuge Haixu is so old, he is really strong.

Just a simple sentence, with an extremely abundant aura.

It can even soothe the minds of tens of thousands of people in the arena.

This is the true sense of the master ah.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to say in a majestic voice like Hong Zhong Dalu:
"Today, the deity will bring all the disciples together to destroy the demons!"