One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

If you win by yourself.

Then she will definitely confront Hua Yuanyue.

The former self lost to Hua Yuanyue in the first match of the second day.

Now this competition is placed on his senior sister and Hua Yuanyue.

Different people have different results.

If people don't want to win.

Maybe you really won't win.

There was no accident in the match in the afternoon.

Meng Guiwen won again.

The 14-year-old Jindan stage monk completely crushed his opponent in three battles and won.

All of a sudden, there was a storm among several sects.

"Have you seen it? The one on the eighth martial arts platform seems to be from the Taiqing sect, that junior sister is a god!"

"It's not just a god-man, we are all guessing whether this junior sister Meng will cause a new wave in the cultivation world."

"It's just that other than being on the competition stage, I don't seem to have much energy, and I walk shaky."

"That's right, in the competition this morning, she fell on the stage and fell off the stage. It was really difficult for her to compete with those people."

"When I was 14 years old, I could barely draw an array."

After speaking, several people laughed.

"You guys! Since that child can be so powerful at such a young age, what are you doing? Don't practice yet! Don't lose again next time!" A voice frightened the backs of these disciples.

They turned around quickly and saw a man in white walking over.

The ink hair is high, and the jade tree faces the wind.

It's Erzhu Yuxun.

These disciples are disciples of Tiandao Academy, but they also know Erzhu Yuxun.

They quickly raised their hands in salute.

As soon as they stood up, they saw a young man running behind him.

Flying up is a roundabout kick, directly kicking Erzhu Yuxun out.

The young man didn't even look at Er Zhu Yuxun. After standing still, he wrapped his robes in a proper manner.

"Sorry, don't take the words of my elder brother to heart, please." Chen Wuluo apologized, and made a gesture to let them go first.

The few disciples hurriedly returned the salute, and then left one after another.

Of course, they didn't think there was anything wrong with what Er Zhu Yuxun said.

They were eliminated yesterday.

So compared to Meng Guiwen, they are indeed far behind.

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When the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Institute left, Chen Wuluo turned and looked at Er Zhu Yuxun who was lying on the ground and unwilling to get up.

"Get up if you're not dead, don't cause me any trouble." Chen Wuluo had a hashtag vein on his forehead.

"Is what I said wrong? They talk so much, if you have that time, why not spend more on cultivation." Erzhu Yuxun protested.

Said he was right.

"That's a disciple of another faction. It's not your turn to say what about him. Also, senior brother, you lost in the third round!" Chen Wuluo squinted at Er Zhu Yuxun who got up from the ground, coolly road.

Er Zhu Yuxun felt guilty in his eyes.

After all, he also boasted to Chen Wuluo in the morning that he wanted to win the championship.

As a result, in the third round, he was brushed off.

"It's because the opponent is too strong..." Er Zhu Yuxun turned to look at Chen Wuluo after speaking.

As a result, Chen Wuluo's foot directly stepped on the face of the most beautiful man in Zhenfeng mainland.

"Strong? Are you reluctant to fight because the other party is a female cultivator? Why? Want to go to the lake with that fairy to watch the moon?" Chen Wuluo sneered.

If possible, he really wanted to trample this man to death.

Er Zhu Yuxun lifted Chen Wuluo's feet away and gently placed them on the ground.

Then he rubbed his face.

"My incomparably handsome face, is it for stepping on?" Er Zhu Yuxun answered the wrong question.

It's just that he looked at Chen Wuluo's gloomy face.

Even more guilty.

"Don't think too much about it, Junior Brother." Er Zhu Yuxun's eyes drifted to the distance, not daring to look directly into Chen Wuluo's eyes.

"Well, no, I see." Chen Wuluo looked away, smiled slightly, then turned and left.

Er Zhu Yuxun was not afraid that his junior would scold him and beat him.

I'm afraid that my junior brother will laugh.

He quickly got up and chased after him.

"Good junior brother, senior brother will take you there together, the Shui Yingyue in Tiandao Temple is really beautiful!"

"Don't go."

"I also brought good wine, drink two glasses?"

"Don't drink."

"Then senior brother won't go, it won't work if he doesn't go! Don't tell the master!"

"Senior brother deliberately lost the competition, I will report the truth." Chen Wuluo stopped and looked at Er Zhu Yuxun who was catching up.

When Er Zhuyu heard the words, she turned pale with fright.

If Master knew that he deliberately lost the competition...

He definitely has no good fruit to eat.

"Good junior brother, don't say you can do it! I beg you, senior brother!" Er Zhu Yuxun didn't care about his face, and sat down and hugged Chen Wuluo's thigh.

Chen Wuluo looked at Er Zhu Yuxun who was hugging his leg, bent down and reached out to pull him away.

"Release!" Chen Wuluo said.

"If you don't let go, if you want to sue Master, you might as well beat me to death right now!" Er Zhu Yuxun hugged her tightly, no matter how hard Chen Wuluo pulled her, she couldn't pull her away.

Chen Wuluo almost rolled his eyes angrily at Er Zhu Yuxun's appearance.

Is this what you want?

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and let out a sigh of relief, facing Er Zhu Yuxun's head with a violent shudder.

"I let you loose!" Chen Wuluo's words could be said to be roared out.

And the disciples passing by were so frightened by Chen Wuluo's words that they almost fell down.

Chen Wuluo quickly apologized to the other party with a smile like a spring breeze.

The passing disciple quickly said that he was fine, and then ran away.

When Chen Wuluo looked back at Er Zhu Yuxun again, he saw him looking at him with teary eyes.

"I'll let you relax." Chen Wuluo's tone finally softened a bit.

But definitely not good.

Er Zhu Yuxun quickly let go and stood up.

"Now you won't tell Master... Ah! Junior Sister Meng!" Er Zhu Yuxun looked at Chen Wuluo as he spoke, but he missed Chen Wuluo's chin and saw Meng Gui squatting under the tree weed.

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Meng Guiwen was watching it wonderfully, when he suddenly heard Er Zhu Yuxun calling him.

She tilted her head to look suspiciously, and then moved behind the nearby bushes.

Half of his head was exposed outside.

One pair: Don't worry about me, just keep going.

Er Zhu Yuxun saw Meng Guiwen, how could he care about Chen Wuluo.

He stepped forward and lifted Meng Guiwen out from behind the bushes.

Meng Guiwen was still holding a half-eaten cake in his hand.

"Cough." Chen Wuluo stood behind Er Zhu Yuxun.

Er Zhu Yuxun heard the sound, sweat poured down his face immediately.

Then obediently put Meng Guiwen back behind the bushes.

Meng Guiwen went back behind the bushes, and glanced at Chen Wuluo.

Then he glanced at Er Zhu Yuxun again.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the cake in his hand.

"Sorry, Junior Sister Meng, my senior brother scared you, he didn't mean any harm." Chen Wuluo pulled Er Zhu Yuxun behind him, and then stepped forward to apologize to Meng Guiyi.

Meng Guiwen blinked his eyes when he heard Chen Wuluo's gentle and polite words.

"It's okay..." I was very happy watching...

Meng Guiwen replied.

"Why is Junior Sister alone? Where are Aunt Hua and Sister Lin Yue who are always by your side?" Er Zhu Yuxun asked curiously.

How could those two leave Meng Guiyi alone in this place?

Could it be...

Er Zhu Yuxun looked at Meng Guiwen, and directly stamped a 'lost child' label on her body.