What a familiar scene, what a strange feeling!

Oh! Maiga, how did he know this? How did he think of this?

Who is he?

...The shadow that slowly swayed in the air was like an invincible elf, emitting holy light that illuminated all darkness. Isn't it just a No. 3 hemorrhage-stop bent clamp?

Zhao Xiaobai could no longer tell the feeling at this moment. Whether it was pain or joy. He bent down slightly, let out a weak "uh", and stroked his chest with one hand.

He already knew how the outcome of this competition was.

This small surgical forceps has stopped how much gushing blood has saved and how many lives have been saved? How many lives have been driven away from hell and how many evil ghosts and demons in the world have been blocked?

How can it be compared to its contribution to the world and its shock to monsters and monsters?

Ah! This feeling lingers in my mind, making people feel that I am still in my previous life, and how can I travel to a foreign land?

This little monk! He, he is also... a doctor?

...

No one noticed Zhao Xiaobai's abnormality, and no one knew this thing. Its curved pointed mouth and beautiful streamline are not something that this world can possess...

The people who were extremely shocked discovered that the misty ghosts in the hall were panicked and had nowhere to hide. They screamed in despair, exploded and dissipated in the wind.

The Bauhinia flowers under Mingyun seemed to have seen their idols or heroes who had long admired each other, shouting out the most emotional cheers of the flower world and expressing the most sincere respect of the flower elves.

It slowly floated up one by one, hugging towards the small phantom...

But in a moment, the circle turned into a redbud flower under Mingyun's feet disappeared, and the hall was filled with dancing redbud petals, and the ground soon fell colorfully!

With a light sound of "Bang!", the peach wood sword in Mingyun's hand broke.

He sighed dejectedly, as if he had just gotten ten years old, staring at everything in front of him in a daze, almost unable to believe his eyes!

He understood that he had lost completely and was not sure about his defeat, so he gave a helpless slight tribute to the little monk and walked back with a tired expression.

The staggering steps vented the unwillingness in his heart, and the tightened thick eyebrows revealed deep confusion... But he had to accept reality.

Zhao Xiaobai suppressed the shock in his heart, suddenly looked up, and inadvertently, a bright light shot towards the little monk. On the referee's seat, the white-haired old man Fan Tong was quick-eyed and his folding fan suddenly opened.

He wrote wildly in the air with his right hand, and in a moment he could write a word. A white light flashed, and a "bang" sound shattered the bright light emitted by Zhao Xiaobai.

The collision of two lights and shadows emitted a moment of dazzling light in the air, which looked like a celebration of victory for the little monk by setting off fireworks.

Mr. Fan wanted to reprimand him, but he felt that Zhao Xiaobai's bright light had no murderous intent, no worries or disrespect; he would not even cause any harm to even an ordinary person, at most he would feel like he touched him intimately.

He immediately looked at Zhao Xiaobai in surprise, shook his head, and sat silently.

Zhao Xiaobai was stunned: Rune? This old scholar is a rune master!

Rune Master! I...

What he just wrote was the word "don't"! What did he want to lose?

Judging from his style, if my intuition did not lie to me, the incident happened suddenly just now, he...he was not able to write it in full, what he wanted to write was: Are you losing your old age?

Haha, this old scholar is very talented and famous, and he actually has such rude times? It's interesting and interesting.

I think I...hehe, I am so admirable!

The outcome of the competition has been decided.

Then, in the first two rounds of the Sutra, the two gates of Buddhism and Taoism fought one to one level.

The senior brother of Shenxiao Palace frowned. He lost the most confident game? And he lost so inexplicably. The third game determines the winner and lose, but he is not sure.

It's so big! If you lose, when your master returns from the ancestral mountain, he will lose the title of national teacher. Then I won't scold you so much that I'm so bloody?

...A thrilling and strange scene in the competition caused referee Zhu Yiqun to lose his brain for a moment.

The old man felt a little emotional: Why are young people so strong nowadays? Where do they have so many novel ideas and whimsical creations?

At this moment, he clearly felt his aging. Although he was only in his fifties, it seemed as if there were gurgling clear springs that moistened his heart: Very good! The young man in Qingming is very promising, and each generation is stronger than the next!

The ugly judge looked at the eyes of Mandian, knocked heavily on the case table, and said sternly: "The second competition of this Sutra Conference, Lingbao Temple will win!"

When he said this, although his hatred face was stern, some people were surprised to find that the referee, who had always been sarcastic and mean, showed a hint of warmth in his hard words!

It's as if I'm moved by something.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but think: If this half-old scholar confesses his love to his lover who has been admiring for half his life at this time, it will definitely be particularly touching. Even his heart will be softened by him.

The third game was hosted by referee Xia Jianren, and this game is naturally a comparison of: spells.

While the referee was still explaining various rules in a long way, Zhao Xiaobai looked at the monk opposite who was about to appear, and suddenly a trace of strange thought passed by his heart: Isn't this person called Wujing, right?

When the rules were finally introduced and the players on both sides introduced themselves, Zhao Xiaobai suddenly realized!

No wonder that the young monk Wuchen took the name of "Second Senior Brother". Isn't the monk with a square face about to appear the "Second Senior Brother"?

There is such a good tip first. If you want to impersonate the name of your second senior brother, who is the big fool!

But the problem is... this "third senior brother" is probably just a coincidence, but the second senior brother's problem is so great!

I'll go! Have you finally found a "complice"?

God! You also feel sorry for me, alone here, and I have sent me a friend?

...

In the third scene, the one who appeared in Lingbao Temple was Monk Wujing, and the one who appeared in Shenxiao Temple was Taoist Mingfeng.

The rules of the competition are very simple, that is, you cannot use a slight amount of mental power, but you must also show skills that ordinary people cannot.

There are many talented people in the world, and this is not difficult. The difficulty is to compare who has more skill. According to the referee Mr. Fan, monks cannot use magic, and Taoists cannot use magic.

There is a reason why the old man said this.

I heard that the human race in Zhongzhou divides the mages into this way:

Monk: Spell.

Taoist priest: Taoist craft.

Scholar: Runes.

Demon: witchcraft.

Zhao Xiaobai felt that this division method was indeed much "scientific", but it was too complicated, so it would be better to call it a mage.
Chapter completed!