Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

"As expected of an existence that once broke into the imperial realm, the Little Immortal King is destined to create another myth in this world!"

"Aren't his words and deeds like a living ancient emperor?"

"A perfect match, a perfect match! This is the perfect match for the clan leader!"

"..."

The exclamations everywhere did not make the little fairy king happy, but made his whole heart sink to the bottom.

With all his knowledge exploding, he could understand the eight nine-ring ancient characters. He thought he had a chance of winning, but Master Luan's calm demeanor frightened him.

I made up my mind that if the situation went bad, I would withdraw voluntarily. There was no need to expose all the details.

"Seniors, if you say this, where do you put me, Wenren Lingwu?" At this moment, a ridiculing voice came from Wenren Lingwu's mouth.

Although his tone was frivolous, his face was solemn, indicating a heavy heart.

"This time, I'm afraid the vitality of the Wenren ancient clan will be severely damaged, but for the beauty, everything is worth it!" Wenren Lingwu murmured in a low voice while walking.

Just like the two people before, two fingers were placed on two different ancient characters!

hum-

Dang Dang Dang——

Nine rings, nine rings!

The third time double nine rings!

"Huh, it's not bad, but the resource consumption is several times greater than expected." Wenren Lingwu exhaled a breath and returned to the original place.

Swah——

All eyes are gathered in one place.

The last one, Zhao Wen, was so strange that even after asking each other, we didn’t know his name, background, or origin.

No one had even seen him on the Starry Sky Ancient Road.

However, unexpectedly, he also walked up and placed two fingers on two different ancient characters just like the three people before him!

hum-

Dang Dang Dang——

"What, the nine ringing of the ancient bell, when did it become a rotten street, and the unknown young man can also trigger it at the same time?"

"This is simply a fight between gods. After one round, eight nine-ring ancient characters appeared, and they were evenly matched, with no distinction between superior and inferior!"

"This is simply a miracle. Fortunately, I didn't go up, otherwise I wouldn't have the shame to come down!"

"..."

The faces of Tianyun and the four others were ugly, and the pride and joy in their hearts were instantly shattered. From this moment on, every breath they took while standing on the stage was torment and torture for them!

"Not bad, that's what makes it fun!" Mr. Luan chuckled, stepped forward, and started the second round.

Then the Little Fairy King came on stage, then Wenren Lingwu, and finally Zhao Wen, who was silent from beginning to end!

The sky seemed to be boiling, and visions appeared frequently, making the small world turbulent.

The ancient bells rang together, shaking the entire audience including the quasi-emperors.

Countless eyes were wide-eyed, their mouths were slightly open, and their eyes were filled with horror.

Only Gu Feng sat there from beginning to end, the wind was light and the clouds were calm.

"Senior Yao, Mr. Luan doesn't look like someone who loves beauty. Why is he trying so hard to stretch his luck?" Gu Feng asked.

Using Immortal Eyes and Breaking the Void, he could clearly see that the strange black mass in Mr. Luan's body was condensing and becoming darker and darker.

Obviously, understanding ancient characters requires paying a heavy price.

"Perhaps he wants to use the power of the Great Song Ancient Clan to trap you and kill you on the ancient road of the starry sky.

Or maybe Zhao Wenying is extremely special to him..." Yao thought for a moment and gave two answers.

"Both are possible, but I prefer to believe that getting Zhao Wenying can increase his luck!" Gu Feng raised the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: "You have more luck, or I know more ancient characters."

After three rounds, the situation was still evenly divided.

Before the fourth round started, the Little Fairy King shook his head silently, indicating that he had quit.

Wenren Lingwu's eyes were firm and he kept complaining: "Ma De, I finally fell in love with a woman, but I met so many perverts..."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Wen beside him: "Fellow Taoist, are you not going to quit?"

"Why should I quit?" Zhao Wen replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Master Luan is a pervert. If you fight with him head-on, you won't get good results!" Wenren Lingwu said, covering his mouth.

His behavior is no different from hiding one's ears and stealing the bell.

However, Mr. Luan, who heard it clearly, did not take it seriously and became even more proud.

"Okay, then you quit. The Wenren Ancient Clan is good, but they can't bear being consumed by you like this." Zhao Wenying glanced at the latter.

"I am their little ancestor. I have made amazing contributions to the Wenren Ancient Clan. Why don't we use some resources?" Wenren Lingwu said in a loud voice, and then changed the subject: "Fellow Taoist, what do you think? If I win first place, will the patriarch of the Great Song Ancient Clan be happy?"

"Ah?" Zhao Wenying was stunned for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Although this world respects strength, it does not mean that appearance is not important. With all due respect, you are not her type!"

As soon as he said this, Wenren Lingwu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Since brothers have said so, then I will quit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the astonished eyes of everyone in the audience, Wenren Lingwu jumped off the high platform, sat back in his seat without looking back, and drank.

Wenren Manni's heart finally fell, and she patted her chest in shock: "Xiaozu, you finally have some sense, you almost scared me to death!"

"Haha——, I wanted to be irrational, but the other party didn't give me a chance." As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.

"Who doesn't give you a chance?" Wenren Manni's face was full of doubts. Suddenly, her eyes widened: "Could it be that Zhao Wen is..."

"Hush - don't tell me if you've seen through it! The patriarch of the ancient Song Dynasty doesn't seem to want to get married! I'm afraid he was forced to make such a harsh request!" Wenren Lingwu said thoughtfully, then frowned Suo: "However, she still underestimated Mr. Luan, the oldest descendant of the line, and his reputation is definitely not in vain."

"Looking at her confidence, she must have prepared a lot of ancient characters!" Wenren Manni glanced at the high platform and said.

"It's obvious, but it can only be twenty at most, but the feeling that Young Master Luan gives me is bottomless!" Wenren Lingwu's voice was low.

The biggest reason why he quit was that he still couldn't see Mr. Luan's limit. In addition, Zhao Wenying himself refused, so he was still in the mood to stay.

"I hope the flowers will stand there forever and don't be transplanted into cow dung!"

"I hope so. Mr. Luan's pile of cow dung smells terrible." She is good at divination and usually good at recognizing people. After hearing people, Manny prays in her heart.

After the Little Immortal King and others were dismissed, Tianyun and others were relieved, and there was no need to hold on and follow the dismissal.

"Brother Tianyun, congratulations on returning to the single camp!" A Fei rushed up and gave Tianyun a hug.

"Go away..." The latter pushed him away irritably.

"Hey..." The Little Fairy King sighed!

"Brother, don't be discouraged. It's not that you are too weak, but that your opponent is too strong." Fairy Jinghong comforted helplessly.

"I want to stay with the great road and never get involved in emotions for the rest of my life!" The long voice of the Little Immortal King came, making the monks around him smile.

The four followers looked around, fearing that they would be burned by the anger of the little fairy king.