My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 884

  Chapter 884 The disciples of Misty Immortal Sect were terrified, and Luo Qingzhou hid the thunder disaster!

   Cheers on stage.

   All the cultivators in the audience also started discussing excitedly.

  Da Yan actually won four games in a row!

  At the beginning of the competition, who would have expected such a result?

   It was beyond everyone's expectations.

  I thought that under the pressure of such a behemoth as the Misty Immortal Sect, it would be very good for Dayan to win one or two games by chance, but he never expected that he would win four games in a row!

   What's even more absurd is that all four of these games were won by one person.

   And there is a gap in cultivation!

   "One more win! One more win, this time in the negotiation competition, Dayan will win!"

   "No, at least two more wins to be safe."

   "Yes, it seems to be eleven games!"

   "Hmph, as for what the Misty Immortal Sect said before, as long as Dayan wins five games, it will be considered as Dayan's final victory. I guess they are already thinking about how to go back on their word."

   "That's what they themselves said, and it wasn't Senior Jia who said it. Naturally, Dayan wouldn't believe it."

   "Yes, Dayan can only be foolproof if he wins six games!"

   "But that boy looks..."

  While the practitioners in the audience were discussing, the young man who was surrounded by Da Yan and cheered on the stage suddenly went limp and fell down.

   Judging from his appearance, he should be seriously injured and exhausted.

   "Winning four games in a row is pretty good. After fighting a great master for so long, it should be too late..."

   "Indeed, the next game will probably be replaced."

  On the stage, Luo Qingzhou passed out.

  Everyone in Dayan hurriedly carried him down and sent him into the tent.

  The space in the tent was too small, and there was Linghu Qingzhu lying in it, so except for Bai Yishan who followed in, everyone stayed outside.

   Fairy Zixia put him in another corner.

  Bai Yishan looked solemn, and began to examine his injuries seriously.

  Nangong Huoyue naturally followed in.

  Linghu Qingzhu was covered with a quilt, and due to the effect of the medicine, he was already fast asleep.

  In the tent, everyone held their breath and remained silent.

Bai Yishan carefully inspected the wounds on his body first, and after the inspection, Fang said in surprise: "Many places the skin is split, and the flesh and bones inside have also been violently impacted, but it seems that the meridians, flesh and blood are all intact. Lossless..."

   Nangong Huoyue on the side quickly said: "Dean, that is to say, is he okay?"

  Bai Yishan was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know yet, I have to check his body again to see if there are internal injuries."

   As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to put it on his chest.

  At this moment, Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Senior White, there is no need to check, this junior is fine."

   After finishing speaking, he sat up directly, took out a bottle of spiritual liquid, and poured it into his palm.

After the two drops of spiritual liquid disappeared in the palm of his hand, he explained: "Just now this junior pretended to be unconscious to deceive those people. There is no damage in this junior's body, but the skin and bones on the outside are a little painful. After a short rest, it will heal." alright."

   After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and began to slowly operate the exercises in his body.

   Spiritual liquid enters the body.

  A scorching energy immediately rose from the abdomen.

   Immediately began to flow to the whole body, repairing those places with slight wounds.

   Soon, the cracked skin all over his body began to lessen the pain.

Bai Yishan stared at him blankly, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions, nodded slightly, and whispered to Nangong Huoyue beside him: "Let him rest well, don't worry, I'll go out and have a look .The Misty Immortal Sect has lost four games in a row, so they should be getting anxious."

  Nangong Huoyue slightly frowned and nodded.

  Bai Yishan gave the boy in front of him a complicated look, then turned around and walked out of the tent.

   Outside the tent.

  When the practitioners saw him coming out, they hurriedly asked about Luo Qingzhou's current situation.

  Bai Yishan paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "I don't have any fear for my life, but if I want to go on to the next competition, I'm afraid... I won't be able to do what I want."

  His gaze turned to the people of Misty Immortal Sect on the opposite side of the battle stage.

  A mask of light has formed there, covering all the people of Misty Immortal Sect.

   Obviously, they are discussing the next competition.

  Jia Xun returned to the crowd of Penglai Xiandao, sat down on a chair, drank tea, and waited indifferently.

  Everyone in Penglai Xiandao was also whispering about the battle just now.

  The boy's fighting power and willpower really shocked them.

   "Unfortunately, if such a disciple is in my Penglai Xiandao, I am afraid that his current cultivation level is far more than that of a master..."

   "I didn't expect Xiao Xiaoyan to be able to come out with such an outstanding boy..."

   "Hmph, this time Misty Immortal Sect's face can be regarded as completely lost..."

  Penglai Xiandao's holy son Xuanyuan Yu remained silent.

  At this time, his eyes were looking at the woman in the white dress surrounded by several young girls on the cloud boat not far away.

  That woman is the fairy Qinyao who is well-known and talented in Jiutian Yaotai.

  Although she is wearing a veil, her fairy-like figure and temperament are by no means comparable to ordinary women.

  Even the five youthful and beautiful young fairies beside her seemed to be overshadowed by her.

   At this time, on the cloud boat of Jiutian Yaotai.

  Hong Yuan and the others were naturally also excitedly talking about the battle just now with Fairy Qin Yao.

"Master, have you seen it? He is not only amazingly talented and has a special physique, but also has a strong willpower, is brave, and is loyal to his country. He can also break the ancient formation. It is simply perfect! If you don't hurry up He will definitely be snatched away by others."

"Master, Senior Sister is right. It is better to decide earlier to accept him as a direct disciple. Even if it is not for his Thunder Spirit root, such a young man is very rare. With his talent and willpower, he will definitely It will shine in our Jiutian Yaotai."

   Hongyuan and Ziwei both spoke to persuade.

Lu He also said in a crisp voice full of anticipation: "Master, don't be afraid of shame, no one dares to laugh at you. So what about accepting male disciples, it's not that the sect has no uncles and uncles. And... we also want A junior brother."

  As for Fen You and Lan Yu, they stood silently by the side without speaking.

   Fairy Qin Yao was also silent.

  Hong Yuan hurriedly said: "Fanfen, Lanlan, what do you two think?"

   Lan Yu's voice was cold and authentic: "Whatever."

  Fan You was silent for a while, glanced at her master, and said: "If you really want to take him into our Jiutian Yaotai, let Master Lianxue accept him as a personal disciple."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone else was taken aback.

   Fairy Qin Yao glanced at him calmly, then continued to look at the crowd.

  Ziwei asked suspiciously: "Fenfen, why did you give him up to Uncle Lianxue?"

  Fan You said indifferently: "Uncle Lianxue is also a member of our Yunv Peak, and he and Shizun are sisters, there is no difference."

  Lu He said crisply: "But, Uncle Lianxue is a practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism, isn't it suitable? Besides, why didn't the master accept him directly? Why bother?"

  Fan You fell silent and did not speak again.

  At this time, Hong Yuan, who is a senior elder sister, suddenly reacted, glanced at her master, and quickly said: "Yes, it is most appropriate for Master Lianxue to accept him as a disciple."

  The eyes of the others were all on her.

  Hong Yuan gave a "cough cough" and walked towards the railing behind.

   Several people understood and followed immediately.

At this time, Hongyuan Fang whispered: "Master has been stuck in the current state for many years, and urgently needs the breakthrough of the boy's thunder spirit energy. Didn't you also read the information about the root of thunder spirit in the book last time?" Is it? If the master accepts him as a disciple, then the two of them have a master-student relationship... In that case, the master..."

   Speaking of this, she glanced at the master in front of her again, and lowered her voice: "Master and apprentice, it is not easy for the master to strike..."

  Several young girls: "..."

   Fairy Qin Yao seemed to hear their mutterings, turned around and entered the room.

   And at this time.

   Xuanyuan Yu, who was standing in the crowd of Penglai Xiandao not far away, slowly looked away.

   Paused, his eyes turned to Dayan again.

  But that cold figure was not standing in the crowd, and he didn't know where he went.

   In his mind, he couldn't help replaying her flawless figure and face in white clothes like snow, ethereal like a fairy, when he saw her for the first time.

   "It's a pity after all..."

   "If she hadn't left, she should be the saint of Jiutian Yaotai now..."

  He secretly sighed in his heart.

   And at this time.

  In Dayan's tent, Luo Qingzhou is rapidly recovering the energy consumed in his body.

  The mid-level primordial stone that Sister Yue gave him, half of the remaining primordial power in it was also quickly absorbed by him.

  The vast energy in the body began to move around, surging like a wave.

   This is another reminder to him that it's time to break through!

  Luo Qingzhou operated the exercises, suppressed them for the time being, and continued to refine and absorb the energy brought by the spiritual fluid in his body.

  Nangong Huoyue was sitting next to him, holding a bottle of ointment in his hand, carefully helping him to apply the open wound on his skin.

  A trace of coolness melted on the wound.

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't feel the pain anymore, he only felt that the various acupuncture points and meridians in his body, even the Danhai, were all uncomfortable.

  He took a deep breath and continued to suppress the restless energy in his body.

  Yue Yao didn't know when, she had already come in and was standing by the side, watching him quietly.

   Nangong Huoyue helped him apply the ointment, and glanced at her from time to time, as if she wanted to speak, but held back.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.

  Nangong Huoyue put away the medicine bottle, but did not leave. She looked at someone beside her and said coldly, "Speak up if you have something to say. I am his wife, not an outsider."

  Yue Yao was silent for a while, looked at him and said: "When you break through, there will be a thunder disaster, but this one is useless. You can break through first and temporarily suppress the thunder disaster."

  As soon as these words came out, Nangong Huoyue was stunned for a moment, and then her heart was shocked. She turned her head, looked at Luo Qingzhou and said, "You...you are going to break through? Grandmaster?"

  Luo Qingzhou nodded, looked at the cold girl in front of him and said, "Sister Yue, can Lei Jie be suppressed?"

Yue Yao looked at him coldly, and said: "Your thunder calamity is due to the root of thunder spirit, not the real realm of thunder calamity, so you only need to isolate the root of thunder spirit from the breath in your body for the time being. "

  Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "How to isolate?"

  Yue Yao didn't answer, but looked at Nangong Huoyue next to her.

  Nangong Huoyue blinked her eyes and was taken aback for a while, then Fang reacted and said angrily, "I'm his wife!"

  Yue Yao still did not speak.

  Luo Qingzhou could only say: "Your Majesty, you should go out first."

  Nangong Huoyue narrowed her eyes and was about to get angry when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I don't have much time, the next competition should start soon."

  When Nangong Huoyue heard this, she immediately stood up, looked at the two of them coldly, and left quickly.

   Fairy Zixia was standing at the door, seeing her coming out, she was about to go in immediately.

  Nangong Huoyue immediately reached out to grab her, and whispered: "Don't disturb him, he is practicing exercises."

   Fairy Zixia was startled when she heard the words, and didn't dare to go in again.

  At this time, Zhuang Zhiyan, Taoist Yunshang and the others were worrying about the candidates for the next round.

Although Luo Qingzhou just said before stepping down that the next match will still be him, everyone knows that he has been seriously injured, exhausted, and passed out in the end, the next match must be directly surrendered, otherwise he Going up is courting death.

   Misty Immortal Sect has lost four games in a row, this time it is estimated that they will send out the most powerful disciples.

  He won the last match against the early disciple of the great master, but it was very difficult to win.

  There is too much difference in strength, no matter how hard you try, it is useless.

   "Except for Yueyao girl, I'm afraid no one can go up..."

   "But Miss Yueyao's strength has been restricted by her opponent..."

  Bai Yishan stood aside, also frowning slightly.

  Even if the boy recovers completely, he probably won't have any chance in this match.

   Misty Immortal Sect will never scruple face anymore, and continue to send disciples from weak to strong to power.

   That disciple is already in the early stage of the great master, and the stronger one is probably even more terrifying.

  Nangong Huoyue stood at the door, silent.

   And at this time.

   On the side of Misty Immortal Sect, no matter the elders or the young disciples, their faces were very ugly.

   "Great Elder, just ask Zhuo Yang to kill that little bastard!"

   Zhou Yuanshan gritted his teeth.

  Gong Yangyan looked at him and said, "What if another great master appears on the other side, or Yue Yao can still exert the strength of transforming gods?"

Yueyang Tower was silent for a while, and said: "Based on the previous selection, Zhuo Yang will save Yue Yao to deal with it just in case. That kid is already seriously injured. Even if he pretends, he will definitely be injured after fighting Fang Ming for so long. And exhausted, this match is actually not difficult."

   Speaking of this, he looked at Zhu Yufeng who was standing in the corner.

  Seeing his gaze, Zhu Yufeng trembled all over, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Master Yue, disciple... disciple can't... really can't..."

   Wei Wuchang on the side suddenly said angrily: "Trash! You are at the cultivation level of God Transformation, that kid is already useless now, what are you afraid of?"

Zhu Yufeng suddenly bent his knees, knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and cried, "Masters and uncles, this disciple really can't do it... Disciple, I have eaten a bad stomach today, and I feel uncomfortable. Also, My meridians were forked when I practiced the exercises yesterday, and now my whole body is weak... I can't lift my strength at all..."

  Wei Wuchang was suddenly furious, and he raised his palm to give him a slap.

  Gong Yangyan frowned quickly and shouted: "Junior Brother Wei, you can't! Before defeating the enemy, you start beating your own disciples, what's the sense?"

  Wei Wuchang said angrily: "This trash thing..."

   "Okay, stop talking."

  Gong Yangyan's face was gloomy, and he said: "Everyone has his own ambitions, he can't be forced. Since he is afraid of that kid and is timid, even if you force him to go up, he will definitely lose. Why send another life in vain?"

  Wei Wuchang's eyes widened in anger, he clenched his fists and said, "I wish I could go up and tear that little beast into pieces! I, Misty Immortal Sect, today is a shame!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

The eyes of Yueyang Tower turned to the woman in the blue dress behind, and said: "Lan Ling, didn't you just recommend yourself to go up and kill that kid? You are in the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm, and you are superb with a flying sword. The boy is now at the end of his strength, if you go up, you should be able to kill him without any effort."

At this moment, Lan Ling was exceptionally silent. He lowered his head, bit his lips, and said, "Master Yue, this disciple is indeed in the mid-stage of Transforming God Realm, but on this year's Misty Ranking, he only ranks No. 5. Fang Ming is ranked fourth, he is already... a disciple, even a disciple can't do it... not to mention the opponent's lightning, which is designed to subdue the soul..."

  Yueyanglou looked at her guilty avoidance eyes, fell silent for a while, and did not speak again.

  A mere boy in the late stage of the master actually frightened the most outstanding disciple of their Misty Immortal Sect this year, and when he said it, it made other practitioners laugh out loud.

   Shame, really shame.

  After going back, how will they explain to the suzerain and the ancestors?

  I thought that I just came to the border of Dayan, and I could show off my power and show off the talent and strength of the disciples of the Misty Immortal Sect to the other Jiutian Yaotai, Penglai Immortal Island, and the sects of the world, but in the end...he came to be a clown...

"Why…"

  An elder could not help but sigh.

Gongyangyan looked at the other two disciples, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Renjie, Zhang Wanyi, you are the second and third place on this year's leaderboard, both of you are at the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. , do you dare to go up?"

  Fang Renjie immediately said respectfully: "Disciple is willing to go up, kill this beast, and wash away the shame of my sect! Avenge my brothers and sisters!"

  Zhang Wanyi also cupped his hands and said: "The disciple is also willing!"

   Gong Yangyan nodded in relief.

  At this time, Zhang Wanyi suddenly lowered his head and said, "But...disciple just discovered that disciple...disciple's stomach...doesn't seem to be feeling well..."

  Everyone: "..."

  The muscles on Ram Yan's face twitched slightly.

  In the arena, there was an eerie silence for a moment.

   Gongyangyan couldn't help sighing, looked at one of the youths and said, "Renjie, you should go, you are ranked second in this year's Misty Ranking, your strength and combat experience are very good, more than enough to kill the opponent."

  Fang Renjie said in a sonorous tone: "This disciple will definitely live up to the high expectations of all masters and uncles!"

  At this time, Jia Xun's indifferent voice came from outside: "The time has come!"

  Fang Renjie's eyes were fixed, and he strode out immediately.

  He is a late-stage cultivator of the God Transformation Realm, how could he be afraid of a mere kid at the Grandmaster Realm! What's more, the other party has been injured!

  The reason why the opponent was able to win four games in a row before, except for the last game was because of desperate efforts, the other three games were all due to conspiracy.

  If the opponent is really capable of defeating a cultivation base above Grand Master, how can he try every means to play tricks?

  In the last competition, if Junior Brother Fang persisted, the opponent would undoubtedly lose.

Pity.

  Junior Fang's willpower is not strong enough, and he was frightened by the opponent's desperate posture.

  Once a cultivator has fear in his heart, he will definitely lose.

  And he is a soul-cultivator with a firm will, so he can restrain fear better than a person who cultivates a physical body.

   What's more, he is two full realms higher than Junior Brother Fang.

  Although body refiners are stronger than soul cultivators at the same level, he is not at the same level as that kid.

  His state of transforming gods is on the same level as that of the Grand Master.

   And his cultivation in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm must be at least the cultivation base of the Grand Master in the middle stage, so that he can be on par with him.

  The boy is only a master, so what are you afraid of?

   As long as he wins this competition, after returning, he will definitely become the hero of the sect, and he will also become the most valued disciple of the sect!

  The Great Elder and other elders will also secretly thank him in their hearts.

  So in this competition, he has to compete and win!

  Thinking like this.

  His eyes were firm, and he stepped onto the battle stage confidently.

  As for Dayan, it seems that no one has come up yet.

  All the practitioners in the audience began to discuss.

   "Sure enough, the young man was seriously injured, so he couldn't play anymore."

   "Such an excellent disciple, he must not be allowed to come up to die again. I don't know who Dayan will send up this time?"

   "Could it be the girl named Yue Yao?"

  The gazes of Bai Yishan, Zhuang Zhiyan and the others also turned to the tent door.

   Nangong Huoyue stood at the door, although she was anxious, she didn't dare to go in and disturb her.

   And at this time.

  In the tent, Luo Qingzhou has tried several times, and it is indeed possible to temporarily isolate the root of Thunder Spirit from the breath and connection in the body.

  As soon as the exercise was performed, the root of Thunder Spirit in the body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and I couldn't feel any breath of it, and I couldn't even see it with internal vision.

   "Sister Yue, thank you."

  Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and looked at the cold girl in front of him.

Yue Yao didn't speak, and was about to go out, when he suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms lightly, then hugged her, and said softly: "Sister Yue, can you encourage me? "

  Yue Yao froze in his arms, and immediately struggled.

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her delicate face and watery eyes, suddenly lowered his head, kissed her small mouth, and greedily took a few bites, Fang let her go, and said softly: "It's so sweet..."

   Immediately, he got up, walked to the door, and turned back at the door: "Thank you sister Yue for your encouragement. With sister Yue's encouragement, I can play three more games!"

   After finishing speaking, he lifted the door curtain and strode out.

  Yue shook motionless in the tent, after a while, she suddenly looked at the bed not far away.

  Linghu Qingzhu had opened his eyes at some point, and he was looking at her quietly.

  In the tent, there was silence.

  At this time, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "Do you want to admit defeat in this round?"

   It should be that Dayan has not sent anyone to the stage for a long time.

  At this time, a familiar voice sounded outside: "Da Yan will never admit defeat, if the opponent wants to admit defeat, this junior can spare his life."

  As soon as these words came out, all the practitioners outside were in an uproar.

  Da Yan's cultivators suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

  In the tent.

  The two looked at each other, and they were silent.

Outside.

  Luo Qingzhou put on a clean robe and strode onto the battle platform.

   The surrounding noise gradually quieted down.

   Almost everyone's eyes were on him.

  On the cloud boat not far away.

  Fairy Qin Yao and her five disciples came out of the room again at some unknown time, and all looked at him.

   Let me tell you why I always ask for leave at night.

   Because during the day, I don't know if I can write a chapter at night. Every time the second chapter is written at 9:00 p.m., many times even if I have something to do during the day or work overtime, I will rush to write a chapter after 9:00 p.m.

   Sometimes I come back late or I am too tired, and I find that I can't write at 9 o'clock in the evening, so I ask for leave.

   The time to write a novel is not fixed, and it also depends on the spirit, mood, and surrounding environment at the time, otherwise it would be impossible to write it. So I can't know whether I can write it at night during the day.

   So every time I sat in front of the computer and found that I couldn't write anymore, I asked for leave.

   The following is two chapters in one, updated at night

  (end of this chapter)

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