"The head teacher, the disciple has gone up."

A burly young man with a simple face, a horse-faced man walked respectfully to Master Huanglong.

"If the disciple... is defeated, I... am willing to accept the punishment of the head." The young man with horse face paused, his face turned red, and he lowered his head and stuttered.

This honest and honest young man with a simple face is called Nong Changshan. Among the eight people selected to fight in Taichu Sect, he is not the weakest, but he is the honest and honest one.

No matter what you do, you are always in good manner and never outspoken.

This kind of honest man, Master Huang Long, originally wanted to give him a few more words of encouragement, but he didn't expect that Nong Changshan would be honest as soon as he opened his mouth and took the punishment first.

Obviously, seeing the previous few brothers who were stronger than him went up, they all encountered rapid setbacks, which greatly affected Nongchangshan's confidence.

The head of the Huanglong suddenly turned dark. He looked at Nong Changshan, and felt speechless, thinking to himself: "Has you done too much?"

At this time, Qin Haoxuan, who had been silent around him, suddenly walked over and patted Nong Changshan on the shoulder: "Senior Brother Nong, you will win in the next game." His voice was very confident.

Nong Changshan was slightly stunned and scratched his head. He didn't understand what Qin Haoxuan meant, and there was still a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

The little fat man Ge Ducan quickly answered next to him: "Master Qin, how do you say this?"

Qin Haoxuan secretly glanced at the fat man with approval, and this was what he was waiting for!

He hugged Nong Changshan's shoulders tightly, "Senior Brother Nong, the opponent you are going to fight next time is that thin monkey-like guy, right?"

While speaking, Qin Haoxuan secretly pointed at the thin young man who was about to go to fight in the Zhenyue Sect camp.

Nong Changshan followed the direction of Qin Haoxuan's finger, looked closely, and then nodded suddenly, "Yes, it's him."

"He is the weakest among the people sent by Zhenyue to fight." Qin Haoxuan said confidently.

Master Huang Long heard it from the side, his eyes were surprised, "Qin Haoxuan, you can even see this... It's getting more and more difficult..."

"How did Lord Qin see it?" Nong Changshan was excited after hearing this. Although he was a little confused, he had been fighting in the Youquan Demon Abyss for many years.

When I heard that the person I would face later was the weakest in Zhenyue Sect, my eyes became hot.

"Of the eight people, his aura is the most scattered." Qin Haoxuan said seriously.

Although Nongchangshan is stupid, he is not stupid. I suddenly realized that something was strange.

The more the immortals practice to the depth, they will be in sync with the sun and the moon, and in harmony with the heaven and earth. The more restrained the breath becomes, and it will not be revealed.

The more scattered the breath, it is usually a manifestation of poorer strength.

"And, as long as Senior Brother Nong is not afraid of death, he can definitely beat him." Qin Haoxuan patted Nong Changshan's shoulder.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Nong Changshan was slightly stunned.

"Take injury to injury and fight quickly." Qin Haoxuan smiled indifferently.

After hearing this, Nong Changshan blinked his eyes and thought about it. He slowly came up with a vague way, and his eyes became brighter and thicker.

He immediately smiled at Qin Haoxuan and said, "Hehe, I...I probably know how to do it."

Nongchang Mountain had a strong sense of fighting spirit in his expression, and he looked at the young man who looked like a thin monkey in the Zhenyue School opposite.

"Well, I just told Master Qin... I'm going to give it my best!"

After saying that, Nong Changshan walked onto the arena with high spirits.

"...This kid is really good." Seeing Nong Changshan so quickly, he walked out of his depression and disconfidence, and went into the ring majestic.

Master Huang Long looked at Qin Haoxuan and nodded in his heart. Qin Haoxuan's actions became more and more like a hall master.

The seventh game begins.

The thin disciple of Zhenyue Sect who went to fight came onto the stage with great arrogance.

"You'd better jump off the ring by yourself, so that I won't do anything...it will be ugly by then."

With the six consecutive victories of Zhenyue Sect in front of him, the entire Zhenyue Sect was full of momentum. Even the disciples of Zhenyue Sect who came on stage felt that they would win. Looking at the disciples of the Ma-faced Taichu Sect in front of him, with disdain on their faces.

Unexpectedly, the horse-faced disciple roared, and actually lowered his head, and rushed towards him like lightning.

"What? You... are you fouled!" As soon as you saw the disciples of Taichu Sect rushing over, the thin disciple of Zhenyue Sect was shocked and quickly said loudly.

Seeing that the horse-faced disciple came to him in an instant and felt his amazing momentum and determination, the thin disciple of Zhenyue Sect suddenly became a little panicked and hurriedly used a defensive spiritual technique.

boom--

A lightning magic fell from the sky and laid a thick lightning net in front of the thin young man.

Unexpectedly, the horse-faced disciple of Taichu Sect did not dodge or avoid it, and immediately got into the lightning net and got closer to the thin young man.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light burst out from the palm of the hand...

Suddenly, the young man with a horse face was blasted into an African chicken by the lightning net. His whole body was black and his body bounced a few times.

But the thin young man in Zhenyue Sect in front of him suddenly penetrated a bloody hole.

Dingdeng stared, took a few steps back, and the spiritual power surged in his body, healing the flesh and blood of the wound. But his face turned pale, and it was obvious that he had suffered a considerable injury just now.

When the people from Zhenyue Sect saw this scene, they were all stunned. They wanted to call the young man with horse-faced faces in Taichu to cheat, but the young man obviously did not cheat.

Because his fist was half a person wide from the opponent of Zhenyue Sect, he just used the Golden Sword Spirit to injure the thin young man from Zhenyue Sect.

The young man with horse face was slashed like a frog by the lightning net, his legs were twitching and grinning, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Obviously, the people of the Taichu Sect have very clear goals - to exchange injuries for injuries!

No one has any hope for the seventh chapter of Taichu Church.

But from the beginning, this seventh game was completely different from the previous few games.

Although the disciples from Taichu Sect still had those spiritual techniques over and over again, this time they were extremely cruel.

This honest and honest person in Nongchangshan has one advantage. As long as you recognize things, you will definitely do them to the end.

After he figured out Qin Haoxuan's words, he went on the ring and started to fight hard for the thin young man from the Zhenyue Sect.

This desperate ending will be completely different.

It was far beyond the Zhenyue Sect and beyond the expectations of everyone in the Taichu Sect.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the ring, the spiritual skills were fought fiercely and cruelly.

Nongchang Mountain is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always keeping close distance from the man. It is not defense at all. It is just you who knocks me and I knocks you.

The thin disciple of Zhenyue Sect was completely shocked by Nong Changshan's desperate fighting style and actually began to flee around the ring.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.

Once the momentum is weak, the combat power will be greatly reduced. In addition, the weakest disciple of the Zhenyue Sect is originally not as strong as Nongchang Mountain. Although there are endless spiritual techniques, they were forced to retreat by the simple sets of Nongchang Mountain.

boom!

Nongchangshan was covered in blood, and another "dirty cage" was knocked out. Thick earth thorns emerged from under the ring, completely covering the two of them. The thin disciple of Zhenyue Sect was temporarily blocked and had no choice but to retreat.

Nong Changshan fought with a killing spirit, and with a grim smile, a huge amount of firepower surged in his hands...

In the narrow cage, there were booming booming booming booming booming booming and screaming in all kinds of spiritual techniques.

Blood burst out inside, and the strong smell of blood filled the audience.

Seeing this scene, the Zhenyue Sect, who was still very happy just now, was stunned. Through the gap in the cage of the spiritual method of the cage, they could clearly see the disciples of the Taichu Sect who were like wild animals inside, using their spiritual method to beat the Zhenyue Sect disciples...

Of course this is not a foul, after all, there is no hand-to-hand combat. The disciples of Zhenyue Sect have nothing to say.

After a while, the cage dissipated.

Nongchangshan's burly figure stood upright on the ring, as tall as a gun, and there was no good meat on his body.

And under his feet was a thin disciple of the Zhenyue Sect, who was like a pool of mud, covered in blood, and completely fainted.

Everyone present was shocked, and actually... Taichu Sect actually won!

"Ha, I won one for them. But I think this fool is impossible to beat seven."

"There is another boy in Taichu Sect? But it's probably a loss. The seventh boy can win and he's seriously injured. Hehe, now the money is obtained."

On the mountains, some gamblers were secretly happy and didn't care about the victory of Taichu Cult. In their opinion, this could not change the end of the failed gambling battle between Taichu Cult.

More and more people who were secretly unkindly in the Taichu Sect were shocked: "The people under the Huanglong Madman are indeed very murderous..."

In the Taichu Sect camp, a hint of excitement finally appeared on the faces of the disciples, and finally... finally won a game.

The other disciples who lost in front were a little regretful. Why didn’t they use this kind of fighting style at the beginning? As long as they don’t fight in hand, such close-range spiritual techniques, and exchange injuries for injuries, are completely in line with their combat style.

In the seventh game, Lingbao Zhenren solemnly announced on the ring that Taichu’s teachings won!

"Lord Qin... Sure enough, that person is very weak. Thanks to the Lord Qin's guidance." Nong Changshan came up and his fierce aura was restrained cleanly. He walked to Qin Haoxuan with a smile on his face, and looked at Qin Haoxuan with great gratitude.

Other disciples of Taichu Sect also knew that Nongchangshan won this time, largely because of Qin Haoxuan's guidance, and also inspired Nongchangshan's confidence.

He even looked at Qin Haoxuan with admiration.

"Master Qin, it's up to you... But in the second round, there are seven opponents. Can you hold on?" The little fat man came to Qin Haoxuan with some anxiety, and was a little concerned in his question.

In his heart, Qin Haoxuan had automatically sent him to the second round. He naturally felt that Qin Haoxuan and others had no chance of losing against their opponents.

"It will make you win money." A calm smile appeared on Qin Haoxuan's lips.
To be continued...