Although Xie Huaiyuan had no objection when he was drawing lots before, in fact, Fang Shibo and the others still tampered with the lottery draw.

Although there is no story about Tian Ji racing in Tianji Continent, they also know the principle that the horses are off the horses, then the horses are on the horses, and the horses are off the horses, so as to defeat the strong with the weak. In order not to give Piaoyun Valley such an opportunity, the opponents in each competition in Piaoyun Valley have carefully arranged their strength, and their strength is just enough to stabilize their strength.

But now it seems that they underestimated Yun Hua, Hong'an, and even underestimated all the disciples who participated in the competition in Piaoyun Valley. If that is true, they may have failed according to the lottery they have prepared carefully.

On the competition stage, Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo obviously thought of this, and did not rush to announce the continued competition, but looked at Fang Shibao in a tangled manner.

"Continue!" Fang Shibo's brows were almost frowning, but he finally waved his hand and said.

The Galuo Bi is one of the most traditional events in the Xinghua Temple. Even if he had a premonition and knew that this time he would be likely to backfire and shoot himself in the foot, it would not be possible to stop it halfway.

The competition continued, and a disciple of Piaoyun Valley stepped onto the competition platform one after another, and Fang Shibo's ominous premonition finally became a reality.

The next few years, Hongyuan, Shi Jianhao, An Ziping, Qiu Yiming and others, had their cultivation levels higher than they had expected. After being suppressed and excluded by the three holy peaks for so many years, their fighting spirit and fighting spirit were far stronger than their opponents. Even in the next competition, the disciples of the three holy peaks were already prepared and all of them were putting their best efforts, but they could not change the final result.

"In this competition, Piaoyun Valley, Hongyuan won."

"In this competition, Piaoyun Valley and Shi Jianhao won."

...

Ding Qinghe and Gao Yangbo announced the results of the competition again and again, their voices were so bitter and their expressions were so helpless.

They have been preparing for this game of Galuo for so many years, but in the end things are contrary to their wishes. They have really felt too unwilling.

Their eyes also gathered on Gu Fenghua again. Not only them, but everyone's eyes also stayed on Gu Fenghua.

Whether Yunhua, Hongan, or Hongyuan, Shi Jianhao, An Ziping afterwards... the first thing every winning disciple of Piaoyun Valley did when he walked off the competition stage was to come to Gu Fenghua, burst into tears, and thank him with gratitude and solemn greetings, even the words of thanks were almost exactly the same.

Of course it is exactly the same. Each of them can have the cultivation level of today, stand on this competition platform, and win the final victory because of Gu Fenghua!

Cheers sounded one after another from the mouths of the people in Piaoyun Valley. This consecutive match has become a stage for Piaoyun Valley to show its strength.

"Why was this Gu Fenghua thrown to Piaoyun Valley at the beginning? How great would it be if it could be used for my Shengluo Peak (Yujian Peak)." At this moment, even Ding Qinghe and Gao Yang Uncle couldn't help but think jealously.

"In the last competition, Xie Youran from Piaoyun Valley, and Fang Tianyou of Shengjia Peak." After a while, Ding Qinghe put away the impossible thoughts in his heart, and thought with powerlessness.

"It's the last one." Fang Shibo sighed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!