Mingfeng didn't plan to do any difficult moves, he wanted to be stable.

The successor of Qingyang is indeed not a gaze! The first game of the Confucianism was so happy that it was also eye-opening. No, no, it’s a great experience!

But Junior Brother Mingyun failed, which is a pity. The young monk was really strange. In this way, the first two games were tied one to one, and he couldn't afford to lose this game!

Based on the experience left by predecessors, the more stable this level is, the better. If the trick is not exposed, it will be more than half successful.

In fact, you cannot use your mind power. As a high-level mage, you are not much better than an ordinary person. It is too difficult to fail easily. If the player who appears first fails, it is equivalent to giving the victory to the opponent.

He made careful preparations before the game and looked up the notes of almost all previous magic competitions in the Theory of the Confucianism Conference. He found a terrible fact: the success rate of the contestants was surprisingly low, only a pitiful 20%.

There is no doubt that this shows that the referee's ability is not enough to prohibit others present from using secret techniques to destroy it. As long as the referee or the audience on the scene does not find it or there is no evidence, it will be in vain to suspect it.

Therefore, it can be said that this spell competition is really weird.

Mingfeng performed an origami crane and then flew around the hall for three weeks, which he said himself.

The Taoist priest's sleeves were floating, and a paper crane was instantly folded into a paper crane. The kind of color combination looked very outstanding. Then, he muttered something in his mouth, and the crane spread its wings and flew slowly.

Everyone cheered.

Although this trick is often performed by warlocks in the palace, there are not many people who dare to perform in full view of the public. You know the reason.

The paper crane had already flew around the field for two and a half times. Mingfeng's face showed a more cautious look, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Xiaobiao looked at the nose and the nose looked at the heart. He knew that this was not that simple. He wanted to know what methods the other party would use. If he could catch it on the spot, it would be very interesting.

No one moved, only the damn little monk bent his mouth.

Then, he raised his teacup to drink tea, leaned his mouth against the teacup, but his eyes looked at the paper crane flying in the hall.

So, my mouth was not aimed at it, and the tea splashed a little.

Naturally, he stretched out his finger and gently flicked the water droplets on the monk's robe.

Zhao Xiaobai's heart suddenly stumbled, and he thought it was not good, so he hurriedly opened his eyes, so he saw Mingfeng screaming in despair. The paper crane seemed to be suddenly cut by some sharp blade and fell to the ground.

Then, break open, and then, "Puffing" and a small sparrow flew out from it!

The sparrow looked at the ill-intentioned humans in the hall and tried to escape. But it could not escape. With a "punch", it landed on the ground, and its legs slashed a few times, leaving no more breath.

"If it were me, of course I would also try to keep the evidence of this cheating, hum."

Zhao Xiaobai snorted in his heart and thought hatefully.

But if my spiritual consciousness is not wrong, the hateful little monk first used his ring finger to flick it, but later he used it as a little finger.

What is this?

A supernatural power of the blink of an eye?

No, if you have the power of a finger, at least one little finger will not have such power. No one is so stupid that he can't practice so many strong fingers, but he just practices a little finger.

A sudden inspiration appeared in my head: there was only one strange skill to do, that is, the Six-Meridian Divine Sword of the Duan Family in Dali.

Well, what kind of sword is Xiao Finger? Shao Shang Sword?

But how did this skill belong to this world?...

The paper crane was broken, the sparrow flew out, and the Taoist Mingfeng went bankrupt.

The audience screamed, and many people showed shame and sweared: "Hey, you bull's nose, when did you secretly hide a bird inside?"

"You're very fast!"

"When did the Divine Sky Palace become a juggling arts in the world?"

"Strange, sinister, so sinister! I just want to fool us like this? Who can't wrap a bird in the paper?"

...

The man Mingfeng's face was sweating like rain. He shook his head in disappointment, rushed back to his seat in embarrassment, lowered his head and sighed.

The eldest brother's face turned pale, he glared at Mingfeng viciously, and thought about it again, feeling that he couldn't blame him all.

Damn, I was fully focused and didn't notice any abnormalities at all. What methods did these bald donkeys use?

The trick of the Shenxiao Palace was exposed and it was covered in dust.

It's time for Lingbao Temple to appear.

Monk Wujing looked cautious and looked lustful.

He has reason to be proud.

Just take a little while and don’t show your strength, the fruits of victory can be picked, haha.

He said: "I am not talented, but the performance of the project is to put on oil and pot."

"Give your eyes this to entertain you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a group of little novice monks rushed into the hall, moving all kinds of firewood, big pots, hot oil, and even the stove were ready-made, and they were all carried in as they shouted.

His Majesty the Emperor did not think these monks were rude at all. On the contrary, he was very excited. He lived in the deep palace all year round. This kind of trick was very common to the small people, but it was difficult for him.

Zhao Xiaobai's nose wrinkled, and he didn't want to be apart. He smelled a faint sour smell. A doctor who worked on the homework was born with sensitivity to these smells.

Your sister, in such a serious place in the palace, she actually used such a trick that had been outdated for thousands of years to deceive people?

This is too arrogant!

A group of little novice monks burned the fire, added firewood, and some people fanned the fire. The fire in the furnace quickly became roaring, and the oil pan was "cuckoo" and boiling.

The monk smiled, touched the monk's robe on his body, flipped over, and signaled to everyone that there was no self-containment inside, and there was no iron robe or something.

Then he sat in the oil pan with a smile.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes suddenly shone, and even a cry of surprise came from the direction of the imperial concubine's seat.

Several referees closed their eyes disdainfully.

A little novice monk was counting the timing loudly beside him, and the monk himself agreed to stay in the boiling oil pan for a hundred breaths.

At this time, it was 78, the fire was not small, and the temperature in the hall had risen. Zhao Xiaobai was anxious. He had not thought of a good way to make trouble.

A slight wind came from my cheeks. When I turned my head, I saw that the junior sister Ziyue was standing next to me, her little hand was shaking a small banana fan, and her movements were very natural.

Zhao Xiaobai took it over and shook it lightly at his head. Yun Danfeng gently waved it twice.

The fire under the oil pan flashed and suddenly turned from yellow to white.

The monk in the hot pot also flashed, showing a look of panic!

The little novice monk who reported the number had reached 87, but the oil pan had already emitted blue smoke and the aroma of cooked meat...

The monk gritted his teeth.91…92…

"oops!"

He shouted, and he bounced out of the pot and bounced out. The blue smoke curled up below the waist, and the skin was burnt and flesh was rotten on his butt, and oil smoke was sizzling!

The smell of meat comes from there.

There was a sudden scream in the hall and soon there was a loud laugh.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha...

His Highness the Crown Prince shouted: "Hurry and hurry! Send it to the Imperial Doctor!"

King Anxi also shouted, his voice sarcastically: "The ass of the Holy Monk, I'm afraid it's going to be scrapped! How can I sit in meditation in the future?"

The corner of King Pingnan's mouth curled, and his words were full of sarcasm: "It's okay, you can't sit in meditation, you can kneel down to meditation, which makes you even more pious!"

The hall couldn't help but shout, and all kinds of characters appeared, sarcasm and sarcasm... Needless to say, this is the power of the Shenxiao Palace.

The referee Fan Tong looked at Zhao Xiaobai suspiciously. The boy's face was slightly sweating, and the little banana fan was still slapping it.

Fan Tong could not see the clues, so he had to withdraw his suspicion.

Zhao Xiaobai smiled in his heart: I think Zhao Yunshang and Zhao Zu must have been a woman who loved pranks back then! Her move to "smack the ghost fire with the cold wind" was really unaware of it, and unaware of it.

In three competitions, both sides won one game and the third draw was tied.
Chapter completed!