My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 882

  Chapter 882 Three consecutive kills frighten the disciples of Xianzong, the great master vs. the master!

  Under the Grand Master, I am invincible!

   Above the great master, I poisoned...

  All the practitioners in the audience were shocked or shocked by these two sentences.

  The previous sentence is so exciting.

  The last sentence of the result...

   Well, the disciple of Misty Immortal Sect who transformed into a **** was poisoned.

   It's no wonder that when he was about to exert his force in a majestic way, he suddenly stopped there and let others slaughter him...

But.

  How could a cultivator like this be easily poisoned?

   What's more, he is protected by the strong wind and the protective mask all over his body. What kind of poison can directly ignore the strong wind and the protective mask and get in?

  Everyone was puzzled and secretly guessing.

  Even the practitioners of the Three Great Immortal Sects and Dayan were guessing in their hearts.

   After a while.

  Suddenly someone exclaimed: "So it is! I know! I know!"

   Everyone's eyes immediately looked over.

   Someone hurriedly asked for advice humbly.

   "Have you all forgotten? That boy in Dayan sprinkled a lot of powder on the stage after the last competition. He said it was rouge powder..."

   "Maybe it's a poison fan!"

"When Xiao Yao from Misty Immortal Sect went up, Senior Jia hadn't started yet, and the formation mask hadn't covered him, so he was defenseless. The strong wind and shield on his body hadn't come out yet, and he couldn't block the powder at all. Maybe I took a few breaths! So I was poisoned quietly..."

"When this young man killed the female disciple of Misty Immortal Sect in the third round, he used corpse powder. After killing the female disciple's Taoist partner in the fourth round, he pretended to use corpse powder again, but was killed by Misty The Xianzong people and Senior Jia stopped, and then he took the opportunity to say that he had sprinkled some rouge powder, so that under the watchful eyes of everyone, he blatantly and logically began to poison, and no one suspected that it was poisonous powder..."

   "One ring within one ring, the rings are intertwined, it's amazing!"

  After listening to this explanation, the expressions on their faces were all wonderful.

  The main reason is that the boy poisoned in a serious manner in front of so many people, and even sprinkled two bags in a row, but no one found out...

   "No wonder that young man practiced the magic cow technique, this is a real cow!"

  Some people can't help but marvel.

  Under the stage, the corner of Nangong Huoyue's mouth twitched slightly.

  At this time, Jia Xun's indifferent voice sounded: "Fifth match, Dayan wins!"

   After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and removed the mask.

  Everyone in Dayan cheered loudly.

Zhuang Zhiyan rushed up excitedly, hugged his disciple and grandson, and said excitedly and proudly: "Win three games in a row! I, Da Yan, won three games in a row! Feiyang, you are the pride of our Lingxiao Sect! You are our Da Yan!" hero!"

  Other cultivators also ran onto the stage, cheering excitedly around them.

  The people of Misty Immortal Sect all have gloomy faces and look particularly ferocious.

   Only one person came to the stage to collect the corpse, and left with an ugly face.

   "Take a quarter of an hour break."

  Jia Xun said something suddenly, then turned and left.

  Another elder of Penglai Xiandao, Ma Yan, followed immediately, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, just now... you were also poisoned, right?"

  The muscles in the corners of Jia Xun's eyes twitched, and his face was calm: "Do you think it's possible? I'm immune to all poisons, how could I be poisoned by a mere master boy?"

   After finishing speaking, he walked away quickly and said, "I'll make it easier for you."

  Cultivators all around are talking about it.

  No one thought that Dayan could win three games in a row against Misty Immortal Sect!

   No one thought that all three games were won by a teenager, and the process was extremely easy.

  At this moment, the expressions of everyone in Misty Immortal Sect are as ugly as they want.

   Facing the gazes and whispered discussions from all around, Gong Yangyan waved his sleeve robe directly, condensing a mask, covering everyone in the Misty Immortal Sect, and isolating the sight and sound from outside.

   "How unreasonable! How unreasonable!"

   "That little **** is so despicable and sinister, so shameless!"

   Zhou Yuanshan couldn't help but cursed.

  Others remained silent.

  Those young disciples seem to have not recovered from the blow just now.

   Their majestic Misty Immortal Sect actually lost three games in a row in front of the sects of the world, and three consecutive disciples on the Misty Ranking were all destroyed by their opponents.

   It was like a nightmare!

   Gong Yangyan's face was livid, and he didn't say a word.

  Yueyanglou's face was also blue and white for a while.

  Wei Wuchang, whose personal disciple was killed, had a ferocious face, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to tear that little beast into pieces, so that I can get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

  Gong Yangyan was silent for a while, and finally said with a gloomy face: "The next game, we can't lose again."

  At this moment, Lan Ling cupped his hands and gritted his teeth suddenly: "Elder Elder, this disciple is willing to go on stage to kill that little bastard, to avenge for Junior Sister Shangguan, Junior Brother Huo and Junior Brother Xiao!"

  At this moment, Zhuo Yang, who was ranked number one on the Misty Ranking, also cupped his hands and said, "This disciple is also willing to go on stage, to avenge my brothers and sisters!"

   Immediately, the disciples ranked second, third and fourth on the Misty Ranking were all filled with righteous indignation and said, "Students are willing too!"

   Only Zhu Yufeng, who was ranked sixth, bowed his head and remained silent.

Gongyangyan glanced at them, fell silent for a while, and said, "If his cultivation base is too high, he will just admit defeat, and he won't even go to the battle stage. Who can do anything to him? In that case, not only will you three brothers and sisters be in vain. Fallen, practitioners from other sects will laugh at us behind our backs. So...Zhuo Yang, Fang Renjie, Zhang Wanyi, the three of you are not suitable, and this old man always feels that there are more powerful people behind them."

Yueyang Tower also said in a deep voice: "What the Great Elder said is that we were too careless before and didn't take Dayan seriously at all. Now it seems that the other party still has some strength, and he is full of tricks. That moon shake... only I'm afraid it's not that simple. Zhuo Yang, you just need to concentrate on dealing with Yue Yao. Fang Renjie, Zhang Wanyi, you two should also wait first, in case the other party has a great master disciple appearing."

  The three said respectfully: "Yes."

Yueyang Tower looked at Lan Ling and the other two disciples, pondered for a moment, and said: "Lan Ling, you are in the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm, so you shouldn't have any problems dealing with that kid, you just need to prevent him trick."

   Then he looked at another young man: "Zhu Yufeng, you are at the early stage of the God Transformation Realm, if you hit that kid..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yufeng hastily lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Master Yue, that kid is vicious and insidious, and he also knows how to thunder and lightning. Junior brother Xiao and his disciples have the same cultivation, they are both in the early stage of the transformation of gods, and the result is direct. I was beaten out of my wits, disciple... disciple is afraid..."

   "Trash!"

At this time, Zhang Yuanshan couldn't help cursing angrily: "You cowardly thing! Xiao Yao was poisoned by that little beast, so he fell for him! If you were careful, wouldn't you be able to beat him to death? As a disciple of my Misty Immortal Sect, and you are also the sixth disciple on the Misty Ranking, to be frightened into such a cowardly look by a mere master of Great Flame is simply embarrassing!"

Zhu Yufeng suddenly knelt on the ground with a "plop", his face turned pale, and he cried, "Uncle Zhang, that kid is really despicable and insidious, and it is impossible to guard against him. Junior sister Shangguan, junior brother Huo and senior brother Xiao were all killed by him." , even the soul has been destroyed, disciple... disciple is so scared..."

   "Trash stuff!"

  Wei Wuchang also gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.

  Yueyanglou closed his eyes and did not speak again.

   Gongyangyan sighed suddenly, and said: "Yufeng, get up, since you dare not, then back down, I won't force you."

   Then he said in a warm voice: "I don't blame you, you are still young, and suddenly saw three juniors and juniors who were similar in cultivation to yours, and they were tortured and killed on the spot. They died, and they should be afraid."

   "Thank you... Thank you, Uncle Gongyang..."

  Zhu Yufeng kowtowed tremblingly, and hurriedly retreated.

  Although he knew that his future in Misty Immortal Sect might be completely gone, but it was nothing compared to being killed by that kid on the stage, destroying his body and soul.

   At worst, he left the sect and went to practice elsewhere.

   "Bah!"

Zhou Yuanshan glanced at him contemptuously, spat, and said, "Grand Elder, let Fang Ming go. He majors in the physical body, which is the initial stage of the Grand Master, and is more suitable than Nephew Lan Ling. After all, that The boy's lightning is designed to overcome the soul, and it seems to be very powerful."

  Yueyanglou also nodded and said: "Fang Ming is indeed more suitable. We must win this match, and we must kill that kid, otherwise, the face of my Misty Immortal Sect will be completely lost."

   Gong Yangyan looked at the tall and thin young man next to him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Fang Ming, do you have confidence?"

  Fang Ming cupped his hands and bowed his head, saying: "The disciple will definitely bring back that kid's head, and be buried with the three younger brothers and sisters! Save face for my Misty Immortal Sect!"

   Gong Yangyan nodded and said: "Good!"

   Immediately, he squinted his eyes, looked at the people outside Dayan with gloomy eyes, and said coldly: "I don't believe the great master against the grand master, that kid can still use tricks to win!"

at the same time.

  Here in Dayan, Bai Yishan was also discussing with Zhuang Zhiyan and the others about the next competition.

   "Feiyang used poison in the last match, and won by surprise. I'm afraid this match will be difficult, and the opponent will definitely take various precautions."

   "It's a pity that our Dayan doesn't even have a disciple of a great master, hey... let Feiyang compete four times in a row, it's embarrassing for him..."

   "Principal Bai, what is Miss Yueyao's cultivation level? Two more wins are enough for us."

   "I don't know, she didn't say it. Misty Immortal Sect has placed too many restrictions on her, and the other party will definitely send the most powerful disciples to compete with her, so her match may be very difficult."

   Several people were discussing in low voices outside the tent.

  Luo Qingzhou was in the tent, holding his uncle's hand, and telling her about the situation of the competition just now.

   But even though he tried to exaggerate the story, the emotion on the uncle's face remained unchanged.

  The snow-white gauze on the abdomen has been stained red with blood, which is shocking to watch.

  Her face was as pale as paper.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't speak again.

  At this time, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "It's time."

  Luo Qingzhou paused, and stood up from her side.

  At this time, she seemed to come to her senses suddenly, her eyes trembled, and she clenched his hand tightly.

  Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes, with a gentle expression on his face, and said softly: "It's okay, I will kill another person, and I will come back to accompany you soon."

   After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand, then turned and walked out of the tent.

  Fairy Zixia stood at the door, saw him coming out, and hurriedly said: "Feiyang, if the other party's cultivation level is too high, just admit defeat, and there are Miss Yueyao and Dean Bai."

  The others looked at him too.

  Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, and walked directly to the battle platform.

  When passing by Nangong Huoyue, the Great Yan Empress suddenly grabbed his hand and said softly: "I will wait for you to come back."

  Luo Qingzhou paused, shook her soft jade hand, and said, "Yes."

   After finishing speaking, he stepped onto the battlefield.

  At this time, a tall and thin young man from Misty Immortal Sect also stepped onto the battle arena, cupped his hands and said, "Fang Ming of Misty Immortal Sect is majoring in the physical body, and he is a great master in the early stages of cultivation, majoring in boxing!"

  Luo Qingzhou stood opposite him, and also said: "Da Yan Chu Feiyang, who majors in the physical body, masters in the later stages of cultivation, majors in boxing."

  The two looked at each other and stopped talking.

  When Fang Ming came up from the stage, he was surrounded by a strong wind all the time, and he didn't even breathe.

  Jia Xun glanced at the two of them, and with a wave of his sleeve, the mask appeared.

  Then said lightly: "The sixth match, let's start."

   "Boom!"

   As soon as the words fell, Fang Ming hardly hesitated, and punched the fist full of energy directly towards the opposite side!

  The fist is dazzling, like the scorching sun!

  Luo Qingzhou's fist was also lit up with a dazzling light, and he slammed it down without hesitation!

  Grandmaster and Grandmaster, head-to-head!

  Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched this wonderful scene motionlessly.

   "Boom!"

   There was a loud bang.

  Two glaring lights and two fists collided heavily.

   Fist shot burst, air waves rolled!

  Fang Ming stopped at the same spot, his robes fluttering, motionless.

  Luo Qingzhou flew upside down, hit the mask behind hard, and then slid down.

  Fang Ming looked at him calmly and solemnly, and did not pursue the victory immediately.

  He knew that this young man was full of tricks.

  So, he decided to fight steadily, step by step, punch by punch, and defeat all his strength and tricks!

  Luo Qingzhou stood up from the ground, the blood in his body was churning, his arms were numb, his throat was sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

   This is the real gap between a grand master and a grand master.

  If he was cultivating his soul, he wouldn't be so embarrassed by this punch even in the early stages of the God Transformation Realm.

   But the other party is a master of body training!

  The toughness of the physical body and the strength of power are by no means comparable to the master!

  However, he was not afraid.

  In the pill sea, Yuanli poured into the arm continuously, and then poured into the fist.

  The golden fist glow turned into a black fist glow.

   In his pupils, there seemed to be lightning flashing.

  He is not afraid, because this battle, he is fighting for the country, for his uncle and His Majesty, and for his family!

  He can fight with his life!

   But the opponent is fighting just for the sake of face and to give the sect an explanation.

  The other party would never dare to fight him desperately!

  So, the longer he persists, the more shaken the other party's will will be, and the harder he acts, the more panicked the other party will be!

  Of course he can insist.

  Because he not only has the strength of a great master who can last for an incense stick of time, but also... the real strength of a great master!

  When he was practicing underground, he failed to make a breakthrough.

   Just one step away.

   It's not because the energy in his body is not enough, nor is it because his physical body hasn't been refined yet.

   Instead, he still needs some powerful external stimulation and training.

   Now, isn't it free?

  However, he didn't want to waste his breakthrough on a mere disciple of a great master's initial cultivation.

   "Boom!"

  He punched out, the black fist light carried the phantom of the magic cow, and with a "moo", he rushed towards the young man opposite.

  The magic cow roars!

  (end of this chapter)

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