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An angry voice suddenly sounded. This voice was so loud that it almost attracted the attention of everyone present. Many people followed the sound and looked over, and then they saw that the sound came from the stands. More importantly, Lu Zhenren was not sitting on a chair at the moment, but stood up and pointed at the stage. Down.

That's right. When Lu Zhenren saw that Zhang Yu's disciples used fire talismans to condense the Eight Extremes Fire, he almost collapsed. He didn't even care about his identity and status, he stood up directly and shouted.

Seeing Zhenren Lu like this, Zhenren Yuan, Zhang Yu, and even the abbots and abbots of other sects in the audience were all shocked.

Of course, the seven disciples of Yangchun Temple in the audience also heard Master Lu’s shouts. As soon as they heard Lu Zhenren's voice, they hurriedly activated the fireball and hit the Baji Formation of Wudang Taoist Temple.

The disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple didn't care about that at the moment. When they saw the opponent's fireball coming, they quickly activated the fireball and hit the opposite fireball several times the size.

"Hoo!" "Hoo!"

"boom!"

The two fireballs hit one spot directly!

The fireball at Yangchun Temple was so huge, it was more than twice as big as the fireball at Wudang Taoist Temple. Normally, if a big fireball meets a small fireball, it will definitely win. However, after the two fireballs collided, something happened that surprised the onlookers. The huge fireball in Yangchun Temple was directly smashed into pieces, setting off extremely brilliant sparks.

The fireballs at Wudang Taoist Temple were also smashed, but they turned into small fireballs. The momentum of these fireballs continued, and they rushed towards the disciples at Yangchun Guan.

"This..." "Ah..." "My mom!"...

The seven disciples of Yangchunguan were immediately stunned. They wanted to run away, but there was no time.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"...

The fireballs hit the disciples of Yangchun Temple one by one. How could these disciples bear this? Their bodies were immediately set on fire. They fell to the ground in pain, and each one let out a shrill cry.

At this moment, Master Lu on the stage didn't care about anything else and hurriedly jumped over the table, jumped off the stage, and threw himself at the disciples.

Master Yuan and Zhang Yu also knew it was not good, so they quickly stood up, jumped over the table, and rushed towards the disciples of Yangchunguan. The three of them arrived on the front and back legs, waving the sleeves of their Taoist robes.

"Swiss, brush, brush..." "Shuash, brush..." "Brush, brush, brush..."...

The three of them arrived quickly, and the flames on the seven disciples of Yangchun Temple were quickly extinguished. The lives of the seven disciples were not in danger, but they were burnt to ashes, not to mention how miserable they were. Some disciples had holes in their robes, some had blisters, and some had their hair singed.

Seeing the embarrassment of his disciple, Lu Zhenren gritted his teeth in hatred. He glared at his disciples fiercely, and then looked at the disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple, his eyes filled with resentment.

Zhang Yu saw that Lu Zhenren's eyes were wrong, and he immediately smiled and said: "Brother Lu Dao, thanks to the Yangchun Temple disciples, this kind of competition will cause some damage, but it is a great blessing that no lives were hurt."

"Yes... In this kind of fighting battle, some damage is inevitable. As long as no one is killed, it is fine. It is a kind of experience for the disciples..." Yuan Zhenren also said calmly.

Lu Zhenren also knew in his heart that he could not lose the formation and lose others at the same time. No matter how much he hated it, he could only endure it. He could not bully the small ones with the big one and openly attack the disciples of Zhang Yu's sect. Furthermore, Zhang Yu and Yuan Zhenren are both here, and he will definitely not be able to defeat them one against two.

"It's nothing. In a competition, it is inevitable to get hurt..." Lu Zhenren suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile.

Then, he looked at the seven disciples of his sect and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" "It's okay!" "It's okay!"...

How could the disciples of Yangchunguan fail to see that Master Lu's expression was not kind? They quickly got up from the ground, trembling one by one. Although they were still frightened by the fireball just now, they were even more afraid of Zhenren Lu's anger.

"Since there is no such thing, go back and rest!" Lu Zhenren said bitterly, then turned around and walked towards the stands.

Seeing Zhenren Lu returning to the stand, Zhenren Yuan also walked towards the stand. Zhang Yu also turned around and looked at his disciples.

When the disciples saw Zhang Yu looking over, all of them, who originally looked a little haggard, smiled.

"Master, we have won!" "Master, we have won!" "Master, we have won!"... Wang Chunlan, Yuan Xiaoxiao and others all said excitedly.

"You did a good job and did not embarrass Wudang Taoist Temple. In the last battle, just do your best. Now go back and rest for a while." Zhang Yu said gently.

He also knew that after this battle, the disciples were really at the end of their rope. In the final final, it is no longer possible for Baimei Gong to be his opponent. It seems that the position of the president must be in the White Eyebrow Palace.

"Yes, Master." "Yes, Master." "Yes, Master."... The disciples all bowed and agreed, and then walked towards the square formation of Wudang Taoist Temple.

Zhang Yu also walked towards the stands. When he returned to the stands, he could hear the discussions of various factions along the way.

"What's going on?" "Why did Yangchun Temple lose?" "I don't understand!" "Yangchun Temple's fireball is obviously much bigger than Wudang Taoist Temple's, how could it still lose?" "What's going on here? There must be a problem!" "There must be a problem, but we didn't understand it clearly. Only the masters on the stage can see the clues!" "Yes, I remember that Master Lu on the stage was still shouting, asking the disciples not to delay. Time!" "Yes, yes, the fireball of the disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple has changed. Obviously this fireball is different." "I estimate that if the disciples of Yangchun Temple attack early, they may win." "Yes, Before the fireball at Wudang Taoist Temple changes, if Yangchun Temple attacks, it may really win." "I can also see it. It is obvious that the disciples of Yangchun Temple are too good at pretending to be 13. If they don't make noises, they should win. ." "Does this count as the legendary pretending to be struck by lightning?" "Forget it! It definitely doesn't count!"...

The expressions of the disciples on both sides of Wudang Taoist Temple and Yangchun Temple were also different. At Wudang Taoist Temple, people were naturally excited and beaming with joy. Some disciples shouted loudly, "Wudang is the best!" "Wudang is the best!" "We won!" "We won!"

Over at Yangchun Temple, everyone from Lu Daoren down was downcast. Especially Lu Dao people, they hate it so much that their teeth feel itchy. He couldn't see that originally they could win, mainly because their disciples were so good at pretending to be 13. If they had taken action early, the result would have been a different story.