Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage

The highlight of the Ten Thousand Clans Competition is the third round. The two hundred monks draw lots fairly. As for who the opponent is, it all depends on luck.

If the opponent is very strong and you are wiped out in the first game, you can only blame your bad luck.In other words, it's because your own strength is not enough. If you are strong enough, you should be fearless.

Murong Sa found Hua Che in the crowd, and asked anxiously, "I didn't see you so early in the morning, why did you go?"

Hua Che answered vaguely and casually, "Take a walk outside."

Two hundred monks, the first round of screening went on for three days, and Zhuang Tian's heart trembled. When he learned that Lin Yan had also advanced, he almost cried out of excitement.

When one hundred turned into fifty, Zhuang Tian had a nosebleed on the spot, his eyes went dark, and he was carried to the side hall by the disciples of the Shangqing, where he was fanned and given medicine.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Palace haven't done anything yet, the head of the sect stopped cooking first, and even the other immortal sects don't know how to evaluate it.

Martial arts is not a group of one fight, but four groups at the same time.

When the monks didn't have a competition, they simply asked everyone to place bets, waving flags and shouting while watching the ring.

"The Promise Sword Sect Chong Chong Chong, the senior brother is fearless and invincible, he will die and take medicine!!"

"The Chiyao faction goes forward bravely and kills the enemy to achieve results. The younger brother works hard and beats the Chickenless Sword Sect to the ground!!"

You say something to me, the saliva sprays three feet, the two people who are competing on the stage have not made a fuss, and a group of disciples who are cheering and cheering on the stage start to fight first.

The scene was a chaotic scene. The dignified immortal monks were all disheveled and red-faced, just like shrews in the market. Thanks to the timely arrival of the two sect masters, they knelt down one by one and calmed down the smoke-filled war.

Soon he arrived at Lin Yan. He was holding a blue light long sword named Liuxia, which was given to him by Zhuang Tian.

And Lin Yan's opponent happened to be Elder Qianyang's disciple, Duan Tiange with a long nose.

Lin Yan didn't feel too much pressure. Just like what Master said, winning or losing is not important, but gaining experience is the key.

But Lin Yan still had to try his best, and lost to Duan Tiange in swordsmanship, he was not discouraged, and immediately drew a magic seal with blood and summoned spirit beasts to help.

After finally catching a beast master, Mu Qinian was the first to get excited: "This kid is young, and his talent is not bad."

Xie Wanting: "The three-tailed fox was actually summoned. Although the skills are not good enough, it is already very good."

Chu Changfeng: "The generation in Lingxiao Palace is really full of talents."

Duan Tiange was eager for quick success, so he was more ruthless in his strikes. He knocked Lin Yan to the ground several times. Seeing that Lin Yan had no intention of begging for mercy, he became even more ruthless.

Wen Yuan watched with horror: "Ninth Junior Brother, didn't Master say that my life is important!"

Murong Sa was very anxious: "If the surname Duan dares to do something to my Xiaoyan, I will make him unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life!"

Hua Che pursed his lips and said nothing. Lin Yan had a soft personality, but he was too rigid in certain matters, and his persistence made people speechless.

After being beaten to the ground by Duan Tiange countless times, Lin Yan got up on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, panting for breath while wiping the blood from the corners of his lips.

Duan Tiange looked at him condescendingly, smacked his lips and said, "If it wasn't for Hua Qingkong's sake, I would have sent you to see Hades a long time ago."

There are rules in the last round of the Wanmen Martial Arts Competition. Before the contest, life and death certificates shall be established.

"Don't admit defeat yet?" Duan Tiange's patience was almost exhausted, "You don't think you can beat me, do you?"

"No." Lin Yan coughed and said, "Master Duan's cultivation is advanced, I feel ashamed."

The self-proclaimed noble Duan Tiange was very helpful, and his tone was much gentler: "Then you still..."

"I just want to try my best. Although I am very small and inconspicuous in the master's school, the master is very good to me, and the brothers are also very good to me. I don't want to let them down. Master, do something to fight for Master and Senior Brother!" Lin Yan stood firm, and a round object fell to the ground.

Lin Yan's eyes were burning like a torch: "Although Immortal Master Duan can kick me off the stage, it is absolutely impossible for me to take the initiative to admit defeat."

Blood dripped on the round surface, and the sudden cracking sound made everyone's eyes shine.

Lin Yan looked down belatedly, and the egg that he had carefully guarded for a whole year suddenly broke out of its shell!

The whole body is fiery red, only a palm-sized... bird?

Lin Yan was stunned, watching the little bird fluttering its wings and flying up, its movements were quite clumsy, and it finally landed on Lin Yan's shoulder. cry.

Hua Che turned pale with shock: "This is..."

Chu Binghuan was also stunned: "Chongming bird!?"

Chu Changfeng and Xie Wanting both stood up, Mu Qinian's eyeballs almost fell out.

Then, everyone saw Lin Yan being kicked flying and fell to the bottom of the ring.

The disciple of the Shangqing said loudly: "In 35 games, Duan Tiange of the Xianmen of the Shangqing wins!"

Everyone: "..."

The Chongming bird that just broke its shell, how can you expect it to be so awesome?

Mu Qinian sat back on his chair and said with a smile, "The next Wanmen Martial Arts Competition, that little disciple named Lin Yan... will be truly terrifying."

Lin Yan's whole body and mind were immersed in the joy of "my carefully raised cub was finally born", and he was not depressed at all because of losing the martial arts competition.

In Lin Yan's first battle, he stopped in the top [-].

Although defeated, it left a deep impression on countless elders of Xianmen.

When it was Murong Sa's turn to come on stage, he tried to impress the crowd, but he didn't know where to put his neat clothes, red, green and green with a little yellow, purple, purple, blue and blue with a little white, once he stood on the stage, he looked like a peacock spreading its tail.

Hua Che couldn't see it.

Mu Qinian also felt ashamed, so he hid despondently behind the crowd, pretending that he didn't have such a son.

Murong Sa's opponent was a disciple of Yeyou Mansion, and he played the pipa very delicately. Murong Sa hid back and forth, his hair was messed up, his clothes were also dirty, and he didn't have the flamboyance he had when he first came on stage.Fortunately, his strength is much better than his hot clothes. If he breaks it in time and uses super-high swordsmanship, even if he regains [-]%.

But Yeyou Mansion is not a vegetarian, the two of you came and went to fight for two hours, logically the disciples of Yeyou Mansion were not Murong Sa's opponent, but Murong Sa's studies were not so good, every time the sword came to him It's almost like seeing Hua Che as burning all inside, and he almost spits fire.

"Have you been beaten in vain for half a year, haven't you? You don't pick where you should be, and you don't stab where you should stab back. Are those flashy and flashy sword moves good-looking? Are they useful!"

After being scolded by "Master Hua", Murong Sa stopped.

Hua Che gave him another knowing blow: "Don't forget Sasha, you can't get into the top three, you wash the dirty clothes of the whole division!"

"Damn it!?" Murong Sa suddenly got excited, for the sake of dignity, for the paws he pampered and pampered for 18 years, he fought hard! ! !

This fight made it into the top ten.

With another fight, he entered the top four.

There are two groups in total, Murong Sa and Chu Binghuan, Hua Che and Lu Yao.

As far as this Wanmen martial arts meeting is concerned, the performance of Shangqing Xianmen is astonishing.Lu Mingfeng's senior disciples and elder Qianyang's senior disciples were so unlucky that Chu Binghuan was always drawn, and one, two, and three were all knocked off the stage by him, and were eliminated miserably.On the contrary, Lu Yao had a smooth journey and made it to the top five easily.

But before Hua Che entered the top four, he met the elder brother of Yeyou Mansion, the closed disciple of Xie Wanting. This person can play the lyre, all of which were taught by Xie Wanting himself, and he is very good.

Hua Che also used the melody to fight against it, and played the hole flute in a rhythmic, melodious and melodious way.

If there is no infusion of true energy and murderous intent, it must be an audio-visual feast that shocks everyone and makes people linger.

A piano and a flute are a perfect match through the ages.

Chu Changfeng praised: "As expected of Yeyou's master disciple, Xie Sect Master has taught you well!"

Xie Wanting looked at Hua Che, and said with a faint smile, "In terms of temperament, that child is better."

When the four monks confronted each other, everyone held their breaths, and it was finally the highlight.

"Unexpectedly, three of the disciples of the Lingxiao Palace occupy the top four."

"Who says it's not, this session of martial arts really makes me jump with fear."

"I've seen that Hua Qingkong and Chu Tianyu have extraordinary aptitudes. I thought they would stop at the top ten, but I never thought they would be in the top four."

"After today, the status of Lingxiao Palace in the world of cultivating immortals should rise."

"Go and send a letter to the elders, prepare gifts, and when the Wanmen Martial Arts is over, we will be the first to visit the Lingxiao Palace."

Although Lu Yao's talent is not high, but hard work can make up for it. From childhood to adulthood, under the encouragement of his father, he practiced martial arts day and night.

There are a total of three competitions left, let's just come one by one, everyone can see clearly.

Chu Binghuan and Murong Sa stood under the stage, Wen Yuan led Zhuang Xiaoer and others to cheer hard, and Shangqing Xianmen was not inferior, shouting with great momentum.

Hua Che stood on the stage with a calm expression, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Chu Binghuan in the audience suddenly said: "Don't be reluctant."

Hua Che was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you reluctant?"

At the same time, Lu Yao arrived, and he smiled very friendlyly: "Clear sky."

Lu Yao asked: "Do you want to use a sword? I heard that you found a sword in Mingyue Valley, which has the same origin as my Langyue."

Hua Che smiled, and summoned Zizhu Dongxiao from his soul: "I'm Lexiu, what kind of sword do I use!"

"That's right." Lu Yao bowed and said, "Then please don't hesitate to enlighten me."

Langyue unsheathed, her sword blade was Qinghua Wushuang, and danced with Lu Yao, blowing up a biting wind.

Hua Che didn't change his expression, he slowly lifted the flute and moved it to his lips.

As the sound of the song flowed, a stream of red light overflowed, directly touching Lang Yue's sword, making it difficult for Lu Yao to move forward.

The sound of the flute suddenly changed, and Lu Yao's mind trembled violently, as if seeing a very terrifying scene, he staggered back and muttered secretly: "I'm sorry, Dad, I, I, I won't dare again..."

Hua Che's brows were full of gloom, instead of stopping, he urged the flute sound even harder, Lu Yao knelt down on the spot, broke down and cried.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Lu Mingfeng stood up abruptly.

A sneer appeared in Hua Che's eyes and then disappeared.

In the previous life, he failed to kill Lu Yao with his own hands, but was dragged by Lu Yao to die together. In this life, he repays the debt of his previous life. Xianmen can't do anything.

A murderous intent rose in Hua Che's heart, and he subconsciously looked at Lu Mingfeng who looked anxious.

Isn't it exciting that your own son is about to die in front of you?

Chu Binghuan trembled in his heart: "Hua Che."

Although this is a kind of revenge, but... If Lu Mingfeng goes crazy regardless, what kind of chaos might become.

After all, Lu Mingfeng's reputation is there, and Lu Yao's identity is also there. Even if Shangqing Xianmen provoked this anger, what about Lingxiao Palace?

Hua Che didn't want to cause trouble for Zhuangtian, and he didn't want to push Lingxiao Palace to the forefront.

That's it.

At the same time that Hua Che stopped playing the flute, Lu Yao also tried his best to break through the rhythm barrier. He spat out blood in embarrassment, and raised his sword to fight back at Hua Che.

Hua Che said that if you don't need a sword, you don't need a sword. He gripped the black purple bamboo flute tightly, dodged Lu Yao's ultimate move, and hit Lu Yao's shoulder with the flute with his backhand.The clear sound of bone cracking made everyone have a toothache, Hua Che didn't give Lu Yao a chance to catch his breath, and hit his hands, legs, waist very quickly, and finally hit his throat.

Lu Mingfeng lost his voice: "Yao'er!"

Everyone just felt their scalps go numb.

Hua Che turned the bamboo flute, nimbly like a dog stick, and pressed it against Lu Yao's neck: "Admit defeat?"

Lu Yao was forced to the edge of the ring, and Hua Che would just push him lightly, and he would fall. He deeply realized the disparity in strength, and it would only be more ugly if he continued to fight.

Lu Yao took a breath and said, "I admit defeat."

There was a commotion in the audience.

With Lu Yao's loss, that rookie in the Lingxiao Palace is either first or second!

Murong Sa raised his heart to his throat.

——"I practice Le Dao, and I can still beat those sword cultivators of Shangqing Xianmen to the ground, do you believe me?"

"The penultimate match, Hua Che in the Lingxiao Palace wins!"

Murong Sa shuddered.

Of course, the head of Zhuangtian didn't know all this. He was still in a coma in the side hall, and his whole body and mind were immersed in his disciples entering the top [-], unable to extricate himself.

The author has something to say: I saw some fairies asking about the update time, so I decided to update it every night (updated at 18:00), thank you for following up!

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