Mo Hongfu had to apologize to Zhu Bin for Wang Yimiao. Ji Anjian, who was standing beside him, also said: "The disciple is still young and not good at speaking. This must be an unintentional mistake. Sect Master Zhu should not argue with the younger generation."

Zhu Bin looked at them coldly, and after a while, he said, "How could I be such a stingy person?"

After hearing Wang Yimiao's words, Kui Hai's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He thought to himself that Wang Yimiao's toughness was, but he didn't show any expression. He walked over and picked up the pill that Wang Yimiao had just thrown out, identified it, and looked up at Ji Anjian on the VIP seat and said: "Mr. County Magistrate, this is indeed a pill for curing injuries."

"Take it up and show it to Master Zhu." Ji Anjian said lightly.

Then Kui Hai trotted and handed the injury-treating pill to Ji Anjian. Ji Anjian took a look and handed it to Zhu Bin.

Zhu Bin only glanced and recognized that the pill was indeed a pill for the treatment of injury, so he looked stern and stopped talking.

"Since it's not poison, then continue the competition." Ji Anjian ordered.

"Yes." Kui Hai ran back to the ring and announced the continued competition.

When the audience, who had been impatient to see the competition paused, heard Kui Hai's announcement of the competition continuing, excited cheers continued.

"Wait!" Wang Yimiao shouted urgently.

"What's wrong with you?" Kui Hai asked slightly impatiently.

"Before the competition was suspended, he was obviously injured and I picked up the sword. When I was about to pursue it, I was stopped by you. Now the competition continued, his condition recovered, and he even picked up the sword, even changed his coat, but my offensive was interrupted. This seemed a bit unfair?" Wang Yimiao shouted this sentence with his greatest voice.

As he said that, he stared at the VIP seat.

Kui Hai's eyelids twitched a few times, and he complained in his heart: "This kid is really shameless. Before the pause, he was clearly retreating, but he said that he was preparing to pursue the victory. This face could block Lingju's full blow without wearing a helmet. No wonder he was fearless in facing Zhu Bin."

However, Kui Hai's expression still couldn't be seen changing. He asked calmly: "What do you want?"

At this moment, there was noisy in the audience. The rare competition was interrupted by Wang Yimiao again. The audience became increasingly bored with Wang Yimiao and cursed at Wang Yimiao: "Bitch is just pretentious!"

"It's very simple. Two rounds have passed, and there are two left. In the third round, he asked him to take my move. He is not allowed to attack me before I make a move." Wang Yimiao ignored the curses in the audience. He kept looking at the VIP seat, pointing his finger at Zuo Wubei.

Kui Hai refused to reply, and he couldn't make decisions about Wang Yimiao's words, so he turned his head and looked at the VIP seat.

The people in the VIP seat also turned their heads to look at Zhu Bin. In fact, this must be agreed upon by Zhu Bin to have a real effect. If Zhu Bin doesn't speak, it will be in vain if anyone agrees.

And Zhu Bin just didn't speak at this time.

Wang Yimiao smiled coldly and shouted: "Master Zhu won't think that your spiritual hero disciple of Ming Xizong can't withstand my move to be a closed spiritual disciple, right? If your disciple of Ming Xizong is really useless, then you can just say it out loud and I will take back my request."

Anyone who hears this is a provocation method. Zhu Bin naturally understands Wang Yimiao’s intention, but even if he knows it, he will have to get into it.

Today, when Ming Xizong lost two consecutive games to the closure, outsiders will inevitably question his Ming Xizong's strength. His face is already great enough to be thrown away again and again. If Ming Xizong now sends a spirit hero disciple to fight a weak spiritual disciple, but in the end he dares not even accept the challenge from the other party, then Ming Xizong's reputation as timid as a mouse will definitely spread.

He would have used the Night Eagle Soul Bead to lure the door to close the door for the third competition, just to save some face. It would be strange to say that he doesn't love face. The higher the status, the more face the person is.

But even though I knew it was a trap, I had to get into it, and no one could be happy.

"Don't be angry with Master Zhu. Ji thought that the proposal of this disciple to close the door was quite fair. As the largest sect in Tianyu County, Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty, any decision of Master Zhu would use the image of the entire Tianyu County. For Tianyu County, I hope Master Zhu would think twice." Ji Anjian interrupted without any rush.

Zhu Bin, who was already planning to accept the challenge, saw Ji Anjian giving him a step and immediately climbed along the way: "Since the governor of Ji County said that, then I will agree to your baby's request."

"Zuo Wubei, just let him take action, don't take action before this."

"Yes, the sect leader!"

Wang Yimiao suddenly smiled evilly, and walked slowly towards Zuo Wubei without saying anything.

The audience couldn't help but be curious about how this despicable Wang Yimiao used any despicable means.

Wang Yimiao walked to a place ten feet away from Zuo Wubei and stopped, and then said mysteriously: "The next time is the time to witness the miracle!"

Zuo Wubei was immediately alert. As long as Wang Yimiao did anything to him, he would definitely react as soon as possible.

However, the next moment, Wang Yimiao suddenly raised her butt, danced on the spot, and even pretended to be a coquettish voice and sang: "Hot girls are spicy, hot girls are spicy..."

The audience was silent immediately, everyone was stunned, staring at Wang Yimiao's dance posture with no beauty at all, as if he was looking at the heavens.

As for what Wang Yimiao was singing, they couldn't understand at all. If there wasn't a tone in it, they would probably think that Wang Yimiao was performing some kind of ritual.

In fact, Wang Yimiao acts like this because he has to delay time.

While dancing, he sent a message to Zero Bird: "Your Highness, my dark curse will be completely restored after three minutes. At that time, we will greet him with four dark curses in a row and take the opportunity to get him done."

"No problem. Let's take the turn. I'll use it first, and you can pick it up." Ling Yu replied calmly. He was used to being unlucky and was always very cautious.

Zuo Wubei stared at the weird Wang Yimiao in a daze. He didn't expect that Wang Yimiao would suddenly twist his butt in front of him. For a moment, he had not yet realized why Wang Yimiao did such a move.

But when he heard Wang Yimiao's voice clearly, he was furious. This was clearly teasing himself in front of everyone. However, with Zhu Bin's instructions just now, he had to endure it even if he was angry.

"Are you mocking me? I originally planned to give you some fun, but now it seems that I have to torture you first and then end your life!" Zuo Wubei said fiercely.

But Wang Yimiao turned a blind eye to all. His behavior was to anger Zuo Wubei and to suffocate Zuo Wubei to death.

Anger can make people lose their minds, and anger can make people reckless.

This is all what Wang Yimiao plans to use!

Just after Wang Yimiao sang out of tune for three minutes, he suddenly pretended to be obedient and said pitifully: "I am just a child, Tong Yan Wuji, Big Brother, don't be angry, you are ugly, if you are angry, you will become even uglier."

"Damn!" Zuo Wubei was furious and couldn't help but curse, and almost rushed over to kill Wang Yimiao.

After Wang Yimiao finished speaking, she ran towards Zuo Wubei indecently, and her every move was full of contempt for Zuo Wubei. At the same time, she waved a soft fist and said in a coquettish way: "Yeah, I'll punch you in your chest with my little fist."

"I want to kill you!" Zuo Wubei suddenly couldn't help but rush towards Wang Yimiao.

But as soon as he rushed out, Wang Yimiao quickly reminded: "I want to commit a foul?"

Zuo Wubei stopped immediately, but just as he slowed down, a cold light flashed in Wang Yimao's eyes, and he hurriedly sent a message to Ling Yu: "Take it!"

"The dark curse!"

"Cold Emperor Ice Kill!"

The two skills were used at the same time to Zuo Wubei. Zuo Wubei was dizzy and his feet were unstable. A sudden ice lump tripped his toes, and then he fell forward.

"Yiyue Sword Technique Slashing Style!"

The sword followed, and with one move, Wang Yimiao gave Zuo Wubei a sword, slashing blood on his chest and falling down.

Then there was a continuous dark curse attacking Zuo Wubei, and Wang Yimiao jumped to Zuo Wubei quickly, took out the pair of spirit-expressing handshakes originating from the black falcon from the space ring, and buckled it on Zuo Wubei's hand without any resistance, and immediately activated the formation of spirit-expressing handshakes.

The next moment, Zuo Wubei became an ordinary person who could not use spiritual energy and was slaughtered by Wang Yimiao.
Chapter completed!