"He is Lu Song! I have heard from my master many times that our Hengyue Sect has the first genius in a century. Xuandao Sect will definitely lose this time!"

"Fifth Brother, come on, let's take you as an example!"

The inner disciples of Hengyue Sect cheered excitedly one by one. The failures of the first two games made them regain their confidence at this moment. Some female disciples, like flowers, immediately became fond of Lu Song.

Huang Long Zhenren also smiled and thought that Lu Song would definitely win this time!

Wang Zhuo glanced at Lu Song jealously and snorted lightly.

The disciples of Xuandao Sect were also shocked. Lu Song's fame was well-known to them. He was amazed during the exchanges twenty years ago. Although he lost in the end, he left a deep impression on the elders of Xuandao Sect.

The old man Ouyang's face was slightly dark and he said, "Xu Mu, I allow you to untie the seal of the master and show your true level!"

Xu Mu had a serious expression and untied his clothes. He saw a dark yellow paper talisman sticking to his chest.

The elders of Hengyue Sect were stunned. After carefully looking at the paper talisman, they all looked shocked.

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, this paper talisman..." Huang Long said in disgrace.

Old Ouyang's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "Zheng Huanglong, I have something to take this opportunity to explain it. Today's communication, if my Xuandao Sect wins, in addition to the previous conditions, I will also have to add a little more. This Hengyue Peak needs to borrow my Xuandao Sect for five hundred years!"

Everyone's face changed. Huanglong Zhenren narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Daoyang, are you kidding!"

Old Master Ouyang shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Huanglong, you have also seen this paper talisman. The spiritual power on it cannot be made by the ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage. To be honest, there is an ancestor of my Xuandao Sect who has returned from the battlefield outside the fourth-level cultivation country... He brought back the news that all the ancestors of your Hengyue Sect died."

The true man Huanglong's expression changed, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoyang, don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame the Hengyue School for being ruthless!"

Old Man Ouyang smiled slightly and said, "It is precisely because of my past friendship that I did not *, but left a sympathy for the Hengyue Sect. If the Hengyue Sect wins in this competition, then this matter will be over. My words have already reached the point. Fellow Daoist Huanglong, continue the competition!"

The inner disciples of Hengyue Sect were all confused when they heard it, but they all felt a big stone pressing down on their hearts. The sky seemed to be dimming at this moment.

Wang Lin was shocked and thought to himself that what Situ Nan said was indeed true, and the cultivation world was indeed divided according to the national level.

Sun Dazhu's face was pale and his eyes were dull, and he said to himself: "It's over, it's over, the ancestors are dead. The Hengyue Sect could have used the ancestors to shock other sects, and could barely gain a foothold, but now... it's over! Damn it, if it weren't for the Qinglong Kingdom, the fourth-level cultivation country, who had withdrawn all the ancestors of Zhao's Nascent Soul Stage for the sake of the extraterrestrials of the territory, 500 years ago, the Hengyue Sect would not have ended up like this."

Seeing that the junior brothers around and the disciples in the sect were all panicked, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and shouted loudly: "Don't panic among the sect's disciples. The authenticity of this matter will be determined by the elders in the sect's Killing Phase. Why are you waiting for it? Lu Song, continue the competition!"

Lu Song on the stone platform was shocked by the words of Old Master Ouyang just now. At this time, he tightened his mind and opened his mouth to spit out a purple light. As soon as the purple light came out, it immediately swelled and turned into a big hand with a flashing black light, and grabbed Xu Mu.

Xu Mu's expression moved slightly. Without saying a word, he slapped the storage bag and flew out six golden balls and went up to meet them. Lu Song sneered, secretly pinched the magic trick with his right hand, and swung his big hand in the air. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the six golden balls were trembling, and they deviated from their trajectory.

This strange wind even blew the spiritual energy in Xu Mu's body. His face changed drastically and he shouted: "Explode!"

Six golden light balls exploded at the same time, and a circular wave rushed out, blowing the people around them retreated repeatedly.

Lu Song snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "A little trick of carving insects!" He clenched his big hand in the air and turned into a fist. He smashed it down quickly despite the explosion of the golden light ball.

Xu Mu's face was bloodless, and he saw that the strange hand was about to press down on his head. As soon as he gritted his teeth, something suddenly floated out of the storage bag. This was a piece of yellow paper that looked ordinary. Xu Mu bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood quickly transformed from mist into liquid in the air, condensed together like a blood dragon. Xu Mu didn't blink, pinching the magic formula with his right hand and muttering something in his mouth. The blood dragon twisted and ended and connected, forming a strange figure, which was suddenly printed on the yellow paper!

The yellow paper suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a small sun, and the fist that fell in the air quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Wang Lin saw this, he felt a little moved. There was also a piece of paper talisman in his storage bag!

"It's actually a spiritual treasure!" Lu Song frowned, swung his sleeves, and two white dragons flew out, and quickly turned around in the air, attacking Xu Mu at a speed that was so thunderous that he could not hide his ears.

Xu Mu laughed bitterly. At this time, he focused all his energy on resisting the huge monster fists in the air of the opponent. He was unable to resist these two flying swords that turned into white dragons.

Seeing that the two white dragons had already exposed their ferocious mouths, at this dangerous moment, a cold snorted suddenly came from the disciples of Xuandao Sect.

Immediately afterwards, a black long rainbow shot out from the disciples of Xuandao Sect, easily rolling up two white dragons, making a creaking sound that was unbearable. The white dragon quickly shrank and eventually turned into two small silver swords. The black long rainbow shrank hard, and with a bang, two flying swords broke from it and fell on the stone platform.

Lu Song's face changed instantly, and the flying sword that had been cultivating his mind was destroyed, spewing out a mouthful of blood, revealing a look of horror. The big hand pressing on Xu Mu's head was also unable to condense because of his mind and was unable to condense and dissipate.

Xu Mu escaped, quickly grabbed the yellow paper, retreated quickly, and a look of luck appeared on his face. Lu Song walked down from the stone platform with a dim expression.

The true man Huanglong's face darkened and shouted, "Xuandao Sect, don't bully people too much!" Several junior brothers from his side also glared at him. Some of the angry and irritable people had already taken out their close-fitting magic weapons. Seeing that there was a disagreement, they would fight!

Most of the inner disciples saw the trick at this time and showed anger. The other two purple-clothed disciples looked cautious and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the end of Xuandao Sect.

The cold snorkeling just now was exactly what he called it.

Old Man Ouyang looked back at the middle-aged man, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "In this third game, your Hengyue Sect won. As for what happened just now, I..."
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