After the ninth round of drumming for fun, some people gradually began to be unable to beat the boa dragon drum due to lack of spiritual power.
"Next, Brother Lin."
"Next, Brother Meng."
"Next, Brother Yi."
When it was Yi Heze's turn in the ninth round, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.
Everyone could see that Yi Heze looked pale and must have consumed a lot of spiritual energy in his body.
In the final analysis, it was because in the previous rounds of the game, both Yi and Ze used too much force, which resulted in a huge consumption of spiritual energy in their bodies.
Everyone looked at Yi Heze.
In particular, Nie Shang and Li Yushan hoped that Yi Heze would not beat the python dragon drum.
There is no doubt that after nine rounds of the game, whoever fails to knock the python dragon drum first will be inferior.
After all, we are all saints and saints of various major sects and families, with equal status. Whoever fails to knock on the door first will be embarrassed.
Nie Shang whispered in his heart: "After nine rounds, there is not much spiritual power in my body. In the eighth round, I have used up the last bit of spiritual power. I will definitely not be able to ring this round."
"I hope Yi Heze won't ring the bell either. In this case, I won't be the first one to be embarrassed."
"Meng Qinxian also tried his best to knock the sound just now. If I couldn't knock the sound, I would probably be laughed to death by this person!"
"If Yi Heze can't ring, I won't ring either. Even if Meng Qinxian wants to take the opportunity to laugh at me, he has to worry about Yi Heze's face."
Nie Shang desperately hoped in his heart that Yi Heze would not beat the python dragon drum.
If Yi Heze took the lead, then the people behind him wouldn't be so embarrassed even if they didn't ring.
Whoever fails to knock first will be the most embarrassed.
Not only Nie Shang has this idea, but Li Yushan also has this idea.
Li Yushan held a cup of tea, his eyes rolled, and he looked at Lu Qingjun intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eyes, murmuring in his heart: "It's obvious that Lu Qingjun has found a way to beat the python dragon drum, so he always
Every sound of the python drum was struck with minimal force."
"He must still have a lot of spiritual power in his body, enough to last two or three rounds."
"I was careless several times before and used too much force, which resulted in a huge consumption of spiritual energy in my body. This time I am not absolutely sure that I can beat the Python Dragon Drum."
"I just hope that the people in front of me can make a start. Then I won't be so embarrassed if I can't knock."
Li Yushan and Nie Shang each had their own thoughts, and they both hoped that Yi Heze would not ring the bell!
Chen Yule sat on the main seat and took in everyone's expressions.
Only in the ninth round of this game can we see the true strength of the great saints.
Chen Yule used a secret method of sound transmission to say to Lin Bai: "Brother Lin, it looks like they can't hold it anymore."
Lin Bai nodded slightly, looked at the other eight people at the table, and whispered: "Yi Heze can survive the ninth round at most, Nie Shang, and Li Yushan have exhausted their strength in the last round, and the other four saints
The female spiritual power is almost there."
Chen Yule smiled and said: "It seems that someone will be fined with alcohol this round."
On the seat.
Yi Heze stood up slowly, concentrated his energy, circulated his cultivation power, mobilized the last trace of spiritual power in his body, and blasted towards the Python Dragon Drum.
"This is my last strength. If it doesn't work, then I will admit defeat."
Yi Heze made a desperate move and punched the python dragon drum.
Boom!
A slight voice came.
The dragon drum was beaten.
Hearing the sound, Yi Heze breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on his seat, and said with a wry smile in his heart: "This is the final blow, it's just that, I will be fined for drinking in the next round."
Yi Heze smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Hearing Yi Heze beating the python dragon drum, Nie Shang and Li Yushan's expressions became slightly stiff.
Chen Yule said: "The next one is Brother Nie."
"Damn it!" Nie Shang felt gloomy in his heart. When he heard the voice, he stood up slowly.
He noticed that... Meng Qinxian kept looking at Nie Shang with a smile on his face, as if waiting for him to fail to beat the python dragon drum, and then laughed.
Nie Shang was filled with anger when he thought of the scene where Meng Qinxian laughed at him for not being able to knock the python dragon drum.
"No matter what, I'm going to ring!"
Nie Shang's heart became fierce, and he used all his strength to hit the Python Dragon Drum with blood-red eyes.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
There was no sound coming from the python drum.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Meng Qinxian immediately jumped up from his seat, pointed at Nie Shang, and laughed ecstatically: "I told you not to save any energy before and strike with all your strength. Your spiritual power must have been exhausted. You have no spiritual power anymore. You can't knock the sound."
Alright?"
Nie Shang's face darkened, and he sighed secretly and shook his head.
He had exhausted all his strength, but still couldn't knock the sound, so he had to accept his fate.
But after hearing Meng Qinxian's ridicule, he felt itchy with hatred!
Meng Qinxian smiled contemptuously: "Humph, worshiping the Holy Son of Tianzong is nothing!"
Nie Shang suddenly flew into a rage. He stood up, pointed at Meng Qinxian and yelled: "Meng Qinxian, if you talk more nonsense, I will kill you!"
Meng Qinxian sneered and said: "With your reckless mind, how dare you say such arrogant words?"
Chen Yule said hurriedly at this moment: "You two, calm down, this is just a game."
"Brother Nie, I have never come into contact with the python dragon drum before, so I don't know how powerful this thing is. As a result, I used brute force in the first few rounds and consumed a lot of spiritual power in my body, so I can't beat it now."
"I believe that if Brother Nie is given a chance, he will definitely not lose strength in the ninth round."
Chen Yule opened his mouth to come to the rescue, causing both Nie Shang and Meng Qinxian to calm down.
Nie Shang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Chen is right. He did use brute force before."
Chen Yule gave him the steps, and Nie Shang was naturally not ignorant of current affairs, so he walked down the steps.
"Since I can't beat the python dragon drum, I'm willing to accept the punishment!"
"Bring me some wine."
Nie Shang said generously.
The maid filled a bottle of dragon blood wine and handed it to Nie Shang.
Nie Shang raised his head and drank it. The dragon's blood wine seemed to turn into a line of fire and went straight to Nie Shang's abdomen.
This overbearing strong drink made Nie Shang's eyes widen and he was extremely surprised.
Seeing Nie Shang deflated again, Meng Qinxian laughed excitedly: "Hahaha, dragon blood wine is so overbearing. You dare to drink it in one gulp. This is awesome. You are worthy of being the Holy Son of the Heaven Worshiping Sect."
Meng Qinxian laughed again, making Nie Shang furious.
But, after all, he lost, and Nie Shang couldn't help but take a breath, so he could only swallow it for the time being.
The game continues.
Chen Yule said: "The next one is Brother Lu."
"Next, Miss Mo Nan."
"Next, Brother Li."
Lu Qingjun and Mo Nan beat the python dragon drum one after another, and finally it was Li Yushan's turn.
Li Yushan, like Nie Shang, had tried his best in the previous round, and there was no way he could win this round no matter what.
He simply shook his head and said: "I admit defeat. My spiritual power was exhausted in the last round. I give up this time."
Lu Qingjun smiled disdainfully: "The Holy Son of the Jinglong Sect is just mediocre!"
When Li Yushan heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
It’s okay to be looked down upon by anyone, but you can never be looked down upon by Lu Qingjun.
After all, Jinglong Sect and Qi Jue City have a feud!
