"Who is that kid?" The monk in yellow couldn't help but ask.
The blue-clothed monk frowned slightly, "No matter what his background is, if he can be with Chiyue Palace, we'd better not mess with him."
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Xuan Ye stepped into the town and thought about how Nan Guanghong asked him to meet him at Luohua Pavilion before parting ways. Now several days have passed and he still doesn't know if the other party has left.
He thought about it, asked for directions, and walked to Luohua Restaurant.
"Do you have any friends here?" Su Yuqing asked.
Xuan Ye responded, but she was a little curious. The demon crystal had been obtained, so why did she still follow it and not rush back to the sect?
"I didn't expect that someone as boring as you could actually make friends." Su Yuqing said, glanced at Xuan Ye slightly, and asked: "A man or a woman? Are they also from your sect?"
Xuan Ye didn't know what this woman was thinking, and didn't bother to answer, earning another cold snort.
After a while, he came to the Luohua Pavilion, and happened to meet a monk in white. He was from the small sect that he had gone to the mountain with, but his name had been forgotten.
"Brother Xuan Ye, you are finally back!"
The monk in white stepped forward excitedly and said anxiously: "Something happened to Nan Guanghong!"
"Something happened?" Xuan Ye frowned slightly, thinking that Nan Guanghong was so kind-hearted and would not easily provoke others. What could happen?
"That's right, go to Wumen Square quickly, Nan Guanghong is setting up a ring there!"
The white-clothed monk looked anxious, and then walked away and said.
It turned out that after Nan Guanghong returned to Jinglu Town, he took the materials he obtained to change the medicine, but the medicine had already been sold out.
After some inquiring, he found out that someone from the Tianlan Sect had bought it first. He was forced to have no choice but to ask for help. Unexpectedly, the lion opened his mouth and asked for six hundred demon crystals instead of the original sixty demon crystals.
Nan Guanghong had no choice but to compete at the fog gate. If he won, he would get thirty demon crystals, and if he lost, he would lose fifty demon crystals.
It is now the third day of the competition. I win more and lose less, but if I keep competing for days, my body will be unable to hold on sooner or later.
Xuan Ye originally thought why not raise the stakes, but when he thought about it carefully, the small sect that came here would have a small amount of savings if they could put out thirty demon crystals. No matter how high it was, no one would dare to challenge.
Unless you are sure of winning, but Nan Guanghong's cultivation is not bad and he has the secret technique of Qingluo, there are probably not many people at the same level who have this ability.
"Do you know who came up with this idea? Mo Lan! It's this vicious guy who must be coveting the Tsing Yi Sect's secret method and wants to use it to defeat Nan Guanghong, so that the Tsing Yi Sect will really be unable to resist!"
During the conversation, several people had arrived at Wumen Square and saw a young man in blue fighting with a white shadow. Both sides used their ultimate moves. After the fight, they all flew out.
After three seconds of silence, Bai Ying trembled slightly and knelt down first.
"Good job, I lost." After Bai Ying finished speaking, he glanced at the scarred Nan Guanghong, showing a trace of regret, and could only hand over the demon crystal obediently.
"Accept." Nan Guanghong accepted the demon crystal, quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled at the people in the audience, "Is there anyone who comes up to challenge?"
Compared with the first time we saw him, his face was covered with bruises and his hair was scattered, making him look quite embarrassed.
At this time, another person came on stage, with a leopard face, a beard, and a knight's costume. He said coldly: "You are a man who can fight for three days, so the Sa family will not hold back!"
"Please!" Nan Guanghong extended his hand to invite him, then took out his spiritual pen and started with the Wandering Spirit Art.
Indeed, as the man said, he no longer had much strength to support him. If he could decide the outcome with one move, he would never wait until the second move.
As he drank deeply, the blue light became stronger and stronger, and a whistle came from the pen body. The condensed spiritual power transformed into a blue bird and flew out.
The leopard's face was unambiguous, and the long pen in his hand turned into a big shovel. It looked rough, but in fact it was thick and thin. As it turned, a wave of ink surged up, hitting the blue bird's chest with one blow.
There was a "boom" and the air wave bounced away.
Nan Guanghong vomited a mouthful of blood first, but he held on and did not admit defeat. He held the magic pen in one hand and transformed into a long sword and rushed out.
There were clangs everywhere, and in a short period of time, the two had exchanged dozens of moves, but Leopard Face had the upper hand.
Seeing that he was about to be defeated, Nan Guanghong raised his spiritual essence again, and the Qingluan secret method reappeared!
With the robe added to his body, he resisted the blow from the shovel and put a backhand sword to the opponent's heart. The winner was already decided.
Although Leopard Face was not happy, he still threw a bag of demon crystals on the ground and walked off the stage angrily.
Nan Guanghong staggered, bent down to pick up the bag, and with a streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he asked with a smile: "Which other Taoist fellows are coming up?"
Xuan Ye watched from a distance, knowing that Nan Guanghong was at the end of his strength, but he saw the leopard-faced knight running to a side alley after stepping down from the stage, and then walked out happily.
After a while, Mo Lan and others walked out of the alley and swaggered up to the stage.
"Let me try to understand whether the secret method of Qingyi Sect is really so mysterious!"
Nan Guanghong looked at the visitor, his pupils shrank, his lips trembled slightly, and he said: "Please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan swung out his long pen and stepped forward, using the initial Condensed Mo Feng. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, knowing that even this move was not something that Nan Guanghong could take.
Facing the powerful and heavy blow, Nan Guanghong's face turned a little pale. As soon as he activated his spiritual power, he realized that his physical strength was a little weak.
However, the sharp edge has arrived, so he can only grit his teeth and forcefully raise his spiritual energy, turning it into a long sword to resist.
Not surprisingly, the sword shattered and Mo Feng plunged into Nan Guanghong's shoulder.
Mo Lan gently twisted the tip of the pen to expand the wound, and said with a smile: "Can you admit defeat?"
Nan Guanghong was also aroused. He opened the tip of the pen with his backhand, bit his bloody teeth, completely drained the spiritual power from his body, and rushed forward with the pen.
Anyone can see that this is the end of the war.
Mo Lan was not afraid at all, the azure light of the spiritual pen gradually rose, and the condensed spear struck down with one shot.
The tip of the spear penetrated the ink mark made by the magic pen, but was blocked by the sudden flash of light.
"The Green Thread Secret Technique? You can still use it!" Mo Lan's pupils shrank, and when he saw Nan Guanghong's trembling body, he immediately understood that the other party was at the end of his strength.
Youyou showed a sneer, and continued to apply force with the tip of the spear. Where the robe was stabbed, a crack suddenly opened.
"The secret technique of Qingluo is nothing more than that!"
When everyone in the audience saw that Mo Lan was about to win, not only did they not feel ashamed, but they shouted loudly.
"This Mo Lan is really shameless. I'm afraid he called all these people here." The monk in white said angrily.
"Is that a member of the Tianlan Sect? He's so stingy, no wonder it's just a small sect." Su Yuqing curled her lips, saw Xuan Ye frowning slightly, and asked again.
"Do you want to teach them a lesson? But you have a lot of rules, so I won't have any influence."
The monk in white looked at the woman in red next to him again. He wanted to argue, but was distracted by that smile and could only say quietly.
"Tianlan Sect is not a small sect, otherwise we wouldn't let him humiliate him at will."
Following a burst of uproar, Mo Lan pierced Nan Guanghong's light armor with a spear, and the tip of the spear almost stopped at his heart.
"I...I lost!" Nan Guanghong took out fifty demon crystals and held them up with trembling hands.
How could he not know that these people were found by Mo Lan, but there is no way. If he cannot go back with the medicine, the Tsing Yi Sect will perish!
There are still three games left to collect the demon crystals. If we lose this game, we will have to fight five more games.
Mo Lan took the demon crystal and threw it out nonchalantly, saying coldly: "Do you still dare to come to the second game?"
Nan Guanghong shuddered slightly, looking at Mo Lansen's cold expression, a touch of bitterness hit his heart, and he hesitated to answer.
"Hey, hey, you didn't say that one person can only fight once, and you won, so what's the point?"
"Yes, yes, you didn't set such a rule because you just wanted to cheat money, right?"
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Hearing the cheers from the audience, Nan Guanghong trembled again and curled his lips, but still did not speak.
Mo Lan laughed confidently. Most of the people in the audience were called by him just to wait for this moment.
The humiliation of that day was finally repaid today, and it was not in vain that he risked being punished and begged Elder Zhuo to stay here temporarily.
Presumably after today, the Qingyi Sect will be defeated without any attack, and the Qingluo Secret Technique will naturally be included in the Tianlan Sect's Battle Skills Pavilion.
"To fight or not to fight? Have you made up your mind?" Mo Lan pressed again.
Nan Guanghong felt the blood rushing to his head and was a little unsteady on his feet. After a series of urgings, he gritted his teeth and said: "Fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan slapped Nan Guanghong on the shoulder without using his pen.
With a swift blow, Nan Guanghong retreated dozens of steps and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"Can you admit defeat?" Mo Lan pressed forward step by step, raising his head high, and driving the opponent to a dead end with his words.
"I... don't recognize it!" Nan Guanghong said through gritted teeth.
Mo Lan smiled coldly, taking advantage of Nan Guanghong's honest temper. He raised his hand and struck him with another palm, sending him flying out. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and then asked, "Can you admit defeat?"
Nan Guanghong pushed himself up and took a few shaky steps forward, but his eyes were very firm. "I will never admit defeat!"
"Okay!" Mo Lan was furious and kicked him hard, causing him to kneel on the ground. He touched his waist and almost couldn't help but take out the magic pen. But he still held back at the critical moment because he couldn't let Nan Guang
Hong died.
Nan Guanghong lowered his head, letting the blood drip from the corner of his mouth. His head felt dizzy, as if he was going to faint at any moment.
But he kept silent and said nothing about losing. As long as he lasted until sunset, the ring would be over. If he loses this round again, he can come back again after he recovers.
Mo Lan put his foot on Nan Guanghong's head, pressed it down with a little force, and asked coldly: "Can you admit defeat?"
Without answering, he continued to exert force until there was a "crunching" sound from the opponent's waist, as if it was broken, but he still didn't hear the words to admit defeat.
At this time, everyone in the audience urged Nan Guanghong to admit defeat, but not for humiliation. Rather, only they could see Nan Guanghong's face that looked as if it had been over-blooded and turned blue and purple.
Moreover, he was biting his lip, even if his teeth were dug into the flesh, he still couldn't bear to say those words.
They were originally members of a small sect, but now they have been completely impressed by the deputy sect leader of this small Tsing Yi Sect!
"Brother, there is no shame in losing. You have fought so many battles, just admit defeat!"
"Yes, no one will challenge you next, otherwise I will definitely not let him go!"
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The voice turned against him, but Mo Lan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Did you hear that? Everyone is sympathizing with you! Otherwise, if you admit defeat and learn to bark a few times, I won't want your demon crystal. But I will do it the day after tomorrow.
We have to go back to the mountain, but I don’t know if you have enough time to collect the money for the medicinal materials!”