The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 131 The three-system star officials have not been seen in a hundred years! (Dazhang asks for subscription)

The stars are shining brightly tonight, and the dark night covers Shendu thickly like velvet, and the little stars are particularly eye-catching against the backdrop.

Ji Pingan changed into a loose robe, and just walked to the rattan chair under the peach tree, then he was stunned for a moment, and found a beautiful figure sitting on it.

Xu Xiurong's entire waist leaned against the back of the chair, and his legs were lifted up, placing them on the "pedals" that Ji Pingan added to the wicker chair by hand.

The dark green skirt embroidered with fine patterns hangs down, revealing two slender calves and embroidered shoes.

The eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes are particularly clear.

One of the most uncomfortable things about Ji Ping'an coming to this world is that all women wear skirts, even the female knights in the Jianghu are covered with skirts with slits on both sides——

Well, I suddenly understood why women wearing trousers were considered a "sexy" label during the liberation movement in later generations.

Probably because I can't see it normally.

"How come you come to occupy the magpie's nest." Ji Pingan said speechlessly.

Xu Xiurong lazily stretched his waist, on his plain and delicate face, there was obvious curiosity in his eyes:
"I'm quite puzzled why you like to lie here so much. Try it today, it's really comfortable. Eh... You said that the dove occupies the magpie's nest, who else has sat on it?"

Apprentice... Ji Pingan slandered, did not continue this topic, and said:

"Jianhou visited late at night, after all, he didn't come to experience the chair."

"You will have a decisive battle tomorrow, this Marquis is your superior after all, shouldn't you come and have a look?" Xu Xiurong asked confidently.

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Then Master Xu has seen it now, what else can I say?"

Xu Xiurong looked at him for two seconds, stood up, and said:
"Take you somewhere."

Leaving this sentence behind, Ji Pingan walked out of the courtyard. Ji Pingan was puzzled, turned his head and confessed to Huang He, and followed him out.

The two, one in front and one behind, walked silently through the Qintian Prison, and encountered patrolling Dian Bells and Drums along the way, and the latter stopped to salute.

The buildings along the way and the intersections are decorated with lanterns, which makes you feel like wandering in the night town.

While walking, Xu Xiurong took the initiative to break the silence:
"Just now, the Marquis heard the rumors outside, and they were all discussing tomorrow's martial arts competition. Many people felt that Chen Chuliang had a better chance of winning."

Ji Pingan was not surprised, nodded and said: "I have seen his performance, he is indeed very strong."

This sentence is sincere, even with the harsh eyes of him who has lived for 1000 years, he also feels that the other party is really powerful.

Xu Xiurong deliberately said:
"Outsiders are still saying that you have come so far, relying on tactics, but facing Chen Chuliang tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be effective."

Ji Pingan nodded:
"In the face of absolute strength, any scheming is useless."

This truth was especially deeply felt when he was fighting with the God Emperor.

Folk tales and novels always like to make up, portraying the "Great Zhou Guoshi" as an image of strategizing, using various tactics to win more with less...

But in fact, he is very clear that the rules for using troops on the battlefield are nothing more than the words "fight more with less".

How to divide the limited force and make one's own side occupy the majority on a local battlefield has been something he has studied for many years.

Putting it on the ring is the measure of absolute strength.

When the opponent's shortcomings and mistakes are almost blocked, there is little room to "play their tricks".

The female prisoner Hou turned her head and stared at him in a daze, a little dull:
"Aren't you angry? They slandered you so much and said a lot of nasty things."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Since what people say is right, why should you be angry. Besides, even if you want to refute, you should use actions instead of others."

Huh... the female prisoner let out a sigh of relief, and said helplessly:
"It's no fun talking to people like you."

"Ah, is there any?"

"Of course!" Xu Xiurong was a little annoyed:

"You're not very old, and you always look like you've never changed before the collapse of Mount Tai. Do you know that it will look boring?"

Maybe there is no one around, or maybe they are really familiar with each other. When she speaks, she doesn't have the air of a prisoner, it's more like a peer's complaint.

Well, if he really is the "personal biography of the national teacher", he is indeed of the same generation.

Ji Pingan thought about it, and it was interesting to see the angry look of the female prisoner Hou, who was actually a little cute.

Xu Xiurong blushed when he stared at him, and realized that he was too relaxed and lost his official airs.

In the final analysis, they are not real officials who hang out in the temple. They just hang up their official positions and cannot maintain official authority, let alone a gentle temperament.

It can be seen from hanging out with the subordinates of Muyuan.

"However, it's actually okay." Xu Xiurong turned his head away and said softly, "At least you are much better now than when you first entered prison."

Ji Pingan asked curiously, "Have I changed?"

"Yes!" The female prisoner nodded and said, "Probably young and old. When I first saw you, this word came to my mind. But it is much better now."

This is a euphemism. When translated, it means boasting that one's "twilight spirit" has decreased and youthful spirit has increased?
Ji Pingan thought about it.

Not surprisingly, in the first two years of reincarnation, it was difficult to change the mentality back, but still the same sentence, a person's mentality and temperament are related to the environment and age.

Only by living in the temple for a long time can one gain official prestige, but after taking off the official robe and leaving it in the fields for the first few years, the original temperament will be worn away.

Just like getting along with Yu Yu, when I met for the first time, I still had the mentality of the elders judging the younger generation, but now... well, private chatting and joking has become the norm.

"That's it, that's pretty good." Ji Pingan said with a smile.

Xu Xiurong rolled his eyes and said:
"Benhou originally thought that you were going to play tomorrow, and you must be nervous, and worried that the rumors outside would put pressure on you, so I wanted to help you to ease it. Now it seems that there is no need to worry."

Ji Pingan blinked, pretending to be tender shamelessly:
"I'm actually quite nervous."

"Oh." Xu Xiurong looked disbelieving, but he was relieved in his heart.

Although I don't know where this guy's confidence comes from, he does seem to be sure.

But she still feels that she is the Marquis of the Muyuan after all, and she can't "sit back and enjoy the success".

Then he said: "Nervous, that's just right, Ben Hou also intends to give you this gun to sharpen it."

As they said that, the two turned the corner and passed through a courtyard wall. The badge on Xu Xiurong's waist flickered, and a formation barrier loomed in the air in front of him.

She led the latter over, and a lake in front of him reflected the galaxy in the sky.

Ji Pingan's expression became weird, and Xu Xiurong said lightly:

"This is the Xingluo Lake. There is a formation at the bottom of the lake, which can heal the body and mind. It will be good for you to go in and take a dip."

"..." Ji Ping'an was silent for a while, and some memory fragments flooded his mind inappropriately.

"I've showered." He was silent for a while, trying to struggle.

A look of narrowness appeared on Xu Xiurong's face, and he said:
"It's not a conflict, hurry up, take off by yourself, don't get ink stains."

Ji Pingan felt that it was a mistake for him to come out: "I..."

Xu Xiurong blinked and put on a straight face:
"This Marquis is so much older than you, don't worry about it."

The two confronted each other silently. Seeing Ji Ping'an's face darken, Xu Xiurong smiled complacently, feeling relieved that he finally managed to make this guy do his best.

Well, just seeing how calm you look all day long, I thought there would be no other expressions...

Xu Xiurong waved her hand contentedly, the four-square formation was activated, and the white mist shrouded the surroundings. She waved her hand and said:
"Who cares about you."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked into the fog.

Ji Pingan couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head, not wanting to disappoint the other party's kindness, so he took off his blouse and walked into the lake.

Outside the thick fog.

Xu Xiurong moved lightly with lotus steps, found a big rock and sat down, with his back facing the direction of the lake, listening to the sound of water inside, he smiled silently.

Then the smile froze suddenly, and he was keenly aware of something unusual:
It is reasonable for Ji Pingan to say that this is his first time here, but from the beginning to the end, he seems to be very familiar, and he seems to be familiar with it.

Is it because he has always been like this, or... In his mind, he suddenly remembered a night a few months ago, when he was taking a bath to heal his wounds, he suspected that someone was spying on him.

No way... She unconsciously clenched her hands on her skirt, her heart beating wildly, startled by this nonsensical guess.

"No...impossible, there is a big formation covering him, he can't get in at all." Silently muttering, Xu Xiurong continued to comfort himself.

Just the sound of water in the ear is always disturbing.

……

……

Nancheng House, the residence of the Beast Sect.

In the luxurious room, the candles were brightly lit, and on the mahogany tea table, a beast-shaped incense burner was burning quietly, releasing faint green smoke.

Qi Hongmian was lying on the brocade bed, wearing a pure white silk pajamas, with a few cushions on the back of his waist, the phoenix crown on his head was removed, and his black hair was loose and loose.

Holding a volume of books in his hands, he was listening to Luan Yu's report outside the bead curtain in the warm room next door.

"So, take a short break tomorrow? Give Ji Pingan and that..."

"Chen Chuliang."

"Well, compete with this person for the leader?"

"Yes." Luan Yu replied respectfully.

She looked very humble, because the first half of the Grand Award had come to an end, and the ranking of the Beastmaster Sect was not ideal.

Qi Hongmian raised her head, probably because she removed her clothes and her oval face lost most of her majesty, as if she could see through the latter's thoughts, she said lightly:
"The martial arts competition is not the key point. The highlight of the grand prize is always in the second half. The disciples below don't need to be depressed, and should be brave after realizing their shame."

Luan Yu's body shook, and she hurriedly said, "I will convey it to them."

Qi Hongmian said "En", picked up the small book in his hand, and saw that Luan Yu retreated indifferently, frowned and said:
"Anything else?"

Luan Yu showed hesitation, but still said:

"Master thinks, what are the odds of winning tomorrow's season?"

Qi Hongmian smiled and said:
"Why do you care about other people? Just think he won you in a bet?"

Luan Yu didn't say a word, which was regarded as acquiescence, but in fact, it was Zhao Yuanyang who asked her to ask.

Qi Hongmian took a deep look at the female elder, and said a little irritably:

"Chen Chuliang has a very strong foundation. If Ji Ping'an only has this ability, he will definitely lose."

Luan Yu got the answer, breathed out silently, and withdrew respectfully.

After closing the carved door tightly with both hands, she was a little anxious thinking about how to tell Zhao Yuanyang.

From her point of view, Ji Ping'an has almost no chance of winning, unless he still has a hole card hidden, but at this stage, how can he hide it?

With many thoughts in mind, she walked along the corridor to her bedroom. Under the night, the pillars cast shadows on the ground.

Arriving outside the door, Luan Yu was stunned for a moment, and saw a small figure sitting on the steps.

Zhao Yuanyang put his legs together, hugged his knees, buried his small face in the crook of his arms, as if he was asleep, only raised his head when he heard the movement, sleepy, and murmured:
"Aunt Luan."

Luan Yu's heart ached for a while, and she walked over and muttered:

"It's cold at night, why did I fall asleep outside."

Although, with the latter's cultivation base, he is not afraid of the cold at all.

Zhao Yuanyang rubbed his eyes, and asked expectantly:

"What did the Master say?"

Luan Yu smiled and said, "The master said that Ji Ping'an has a great chance of winning."

"Really?" Zhao Yuanyang's eyes lit up, and he said happily:
"I just said he could, Zhao Yuanji and the others insisted that he would lose."

Luan Yu rubbed the little girl's hair pitifully, and said:
"Okay, let's go to bed. Have you adjusted recently? Do you need to sleep with your aunt? After a few days, we can go back to Lanzhou after the second half."

Zhao Yuanyang is too young, although she always has a cold face, like an adult, but she is still a little girl.

recognize the bed.

Being used to the bedroom in Lanzhou, she couldn't sleep well after coming to Shendu.

"No need." Zhao Yuanyang stood up, yawned and walked back with his shoes.

Luan Yu shook her head and laughed, and was a little sad:

It was clear that the little girl was closest to him, but after being rescued by that Ji Ping'an once, she turned her elbow.

uncomfortable.

……

Outside the gate of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there are lights and festoons.

Han Qingsong plucked up his courage and walked into the brothel, only to see the voices of people inside, singing and dancing.

The girls and maids in the hall suddenly saw such a handsome scholar coming in, they couldn't help their eyes lit up, and they flocked to him with a burst of fragrance.

"Don't...don't touch me...a gentleman should not despise..."

Han Qingsong's thin face turned red, he pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and broke away from the female goblin with the other. Finally, he grabbed a young servant. The latter turned pale with fright, waved his hands and said:
"Young master, I don't accept guests."

Although this young man was very handsome, with a male and female appearance, he was a little moved, but he quickly dispelled this damn idea.

The veins on Han Qingsong's forehead popped up, and he said:

"I'm looking for someone! Is Qin Leyou here?"

"Oh, you're looking for Mr. Qin." The little servant breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily:
"Young Master Qin followed Mrs. Hua Kui to the second floor."

Han Qingsong's face was as heavy as water, and he went straight to the second floor, and followed the directions to a certain bedroom. He heard goblins fighting inside through the door, and couldn't help blushing, and raised his hand to knock on the door:
"Boom bang bang."

"Who is it?" The sound of gunfire in the room paused, followed by voices and footsteps.

Han Qingsong took half a step back and saw the door was opened. The tall and handsome Qin Leyou was wearing a thin shirt with his chest open. He froze for a moment and said:
"Senior brother?"

Han Qingsong said dumbly: "The master sent me to find you back, and you will compete with the holy son in the future, but today you still..."

Qin Leyou said awkwardly: "You just said you didn't find me...Eh?"

In the end, it was dragged away abruptly.

Only the oiran Xiangning who was sitting sideways on the bed in the crack of the door was smiling, watching the two leave, muttering:

"The taste of a human genius is really good."

On the cold street, two scholars walked with their hands in their hands, and the cold wind blew through the alley.

Qin Leyou sighed, looking downcast.

Han Qingsong was furious, but at the same time he had some doubts about life:
Why is it that the grand prize is left to the end, either a stallion or a middle class with a brain.

This practice world is about to end.

"Hey, brother, wait a minute." Just as he was passing by a gambling house, Qin Leyou was suddenly shocked and grabbed the former.

Spreading his hands in his puzzled eyes, he laughed and said:

"Have you brought any money, please borrow some from senior brother."

With a straight face, Han Qingsong said sarcastically, "Didn't you bring it with you when you went out?"

Seeing Qin Leyou's flattering face, the thin-skinned handsome scholar sighed, handed out the money bag from his sleeve, and said curiously:

"Why do you want money?"

Qin Leyou smiled: "Tomorrow's big reward is all on the line, I'll make a bet."

"Who are you betting on? Ji Pingan?"

"Stay safe, Chen Chuliang." Qin Leyou thought for a while and said:

"So far, everyone's hole cards have almost been exposed, but the disgusting thing about the painter is that he can use different paintings every game. If my prediction is not bad, Gao Mingjing must be holding back."

Han Qingsong thought so deeply.

……

Ji Pingan walked out of Xingluo Lake, urged Lingsu to evaporate the water, put on his robes one by one and walked out of the dense fog, and saw Xu Xiurong was distracted.

"What are you thinking?" Ji Pingan asked suspiciously.

"Ah?" Xu Xiurong was agitated, his round shoulders shook, and he said a little uncomfortably:

"No."

Strange... Ji Pingan was puzzled, but he didn't say anything, and said with a smile:

"It's much more comfortable after soaking in it."

"That's good." Xu Xiurong lifted the formation, and the two walked back. Halfway, the female prison guard suddenly asked:
"It wasn't a surprise when you came here last time."

Ji Pingan looked blank: "Last time? This is my first time here."

Really... Xu Xiurong exhaled silently, relaxed, and said with a smile:

"Oh, I made a slip of the tongue."

He added casually: "It's getting late, do you have anything to prepare?"

Looking at the stars in the sky, Ji Pingan shook his head.

With the existing methods alone, he was indeed not sure of defeating Chen Chuliang, so he was going to expose some of his cards.

It's not for the reward of the leader, but sooner or later it will be exposed, just take advantage of this opportunity, otherwise it will be hidden at this time, and it will be discovered by others later, which will arouse suspicion.

"Well, the magic weapon can't be used indiscriminately, and it doesn't conform to the rules of the big reward. Otherwise, let's expose a few ways."

"There are too many hole cards, which one should I use? It's a headache."

……

……

Silent all night.

In the early morning, the big prizes continued, and today was the penultimate fight. Although it didn't get as much attention as "Broken Nine", it was still attractive enough.

Early in the morning, the inside and outside of the Grand View Terrace were crowded with people.

Recently, a business has been born, which is to record and sell the process of the martial arts competition, and the sales are very good.

When Qin Tianjian and his party entered the arena, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Ji Ping'an is here."

"Hey, Chen Chuliang from Mo Lin has also arrived."

In the area where Mo Lin was located, Gao Mingjing's sleeves were fluttering, and he didn't show any expression. He waited for the big monks to arrive under the pergola built by the royal family one after another before he walked over.

Monk Xue Ting sat on the yellow rosewood chair and said with a smile:

"Mr. Gao, what do you think of today's victory?"

Gao Mingjing habitually wants to brag about himself, but suddenly remembering the last time when extreme joy gave rise to sorrow, he said from the bottom of his heart:
"In the martial arts arena, things are unpredictable. Gao doesn't dare to say victory, but he is looking forward to it. Ji Sichen's tactics will still work."

Li Guofeng snorted coldly, pretending not to hear the other party's innuendo, and said lightly:
"Let's wait and see."

"Boom!"

At this moment, the golden-armored guards under the stage rang the bell, and when the audience was quiet, Fang said loudly:
"Enter the competition!"

"My lord..." Huang He looked at Ji Pingan who was standing up, and wanted to say something, but he held back.

Mu Yaoyao clutched her snack bag and said, "I'll wait for you to come back for snacks."

Suddenly, the talisman paper in the pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was a message from Yu Yu, but it had no content, just a few dots of ink.

He raised his head and saw in the opposite stand area, the saint who was sitting upright raised her snow-white jaw and looked at him provocatively.

Luo Huaizhu walked over, the girl glanced at Ji Ping'an's wooden sword, and handed over her Fang Tian painting halberd:

"use this."

"..." Ji Pingan said helplessly, "It's absolutely unnecessary."

"Oh." The naive girl lowered her head in disappointment, then took a serious look at him, and said:
"I'll wait for you to come back."

Ji Pingan scolded with a smile: "It's the same as going to the battlefield, it's just a martial arts competition."

Many star officials remained silent, thinking what do you think?

This is a great reward from the gods.

Although it is not the second half that determines the outcome of the major sects, it is a stage for the younger generation of Dazhou disciples to make their name.

Even if it's just a state of raising energy, whoever wins the leader will soon spread the reputation all over the world, and even Nantang will pay attention.

Everyone knew the significance of this contest, after all no one would remember No.2.

Only Ji Pingan didn't care about it.

From beginning to end, it was just a game.

At this time, he jumped up, and his figure suddenly floated towards the ring like a fallen leaf.

……

on the ring.

As soon as Ji Ping'an landed, he looked up at his opponent standing a few feet away.

As expected, Chen Chuliang has a "standard" painter's dress:

He was wearing a slightly baggy, somewhat dirty robe, with ink pens hanging from his waist, and a baggy bag with a few scrolls inserted obliquely.

His appearance is not unusual, but a little thin, only a pair of eyes are particularly bright.

He took the lead in clasping his fists together: "Ji Sichen, we meet again."

This line is somewhat familiar... Ji Pingan thought for a while, and then suddenly said:

"You were there when Mo Lin performed martial arts?"

"..." Chen Chuliang was silent for a while, then smiled, "It seems that Ji Sichen has forgotten that I was indeed in Qingxing Garden at that time."

Ji Ping was a little embarrassed, and Chen Chuliang said:

"I was lucky enough to see you painting dragons that day, but today I can teach Si Chen to see what a real Molin painter is."

As soon as these words came out, there was a shout of excitement from the stands.

The people of Shendu and the warriors of the rivers and lakes are very enthusiastic about the trash talk session before the fight.

Obviously, Chen Chuliang was holding back his breath, and wanted to get back the face lost by Yan Wu in today's field.

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

At this time, the guard in golden armor rang the bell again, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified and solemn:

"The contest begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the two people on the field shot at the same time, and their bodies moved back to distance themselves.

With a flick of Ji Pingan's sleeve, a handful of grass seeds fell like rain, and then the grass seeds burrowed into the soil.

In an instant, the originally yellow-brown soil was smudged into green and spread into a green grassland.

This is not the first time he has used this surgical method, the purpose is to turn the arena into a home field.

The people in the stands were not surprised, even a little disappointed: Sure enough, there was no new method.

And Chen Chuliang leaned into the cloth bag behind him, and grabbed a painting scroll with each hand.

Then with a twist of the wrist:
"Crack!"

It was clearly just paper, but it made a crisp sound like jade cracking, and then, in everyone's eyes, the two scrolls shattered and turned into mottled spots of light.

In front of him one after another, they condensed into two figures covered with halos.

The first statue was a two-meter-tall warrior monk with a shirtless upper body and shorts on the lower body.

The muscles of his whole body are like pouring steel, showing a bronze color, the ring scars on the top of his head are distinct, his right arm is stretched to the side, and he is holding a magic wand in his big hand, with a sharp end and a copper ring hanging from it.

The second statue is an armored general, holding a Yanyue knife, covered in chain mail, with firm eyebrows, and khaki-yellow flames all over his body.

The moment the two figures appeared, there was a burst of exclamation from the stage.

"Buddhist Land King Kong!"

"Great Zhou God General Chen Xuanwu!"

Mo Lin's paintings all have prototypes, and people can instantly recognize his identity.

What surprised them even more was that Chen Chuliang had never used these two paintings in the previous battle.

On the contrary, in the contest of Po Jiu, Qu Chuchen once used one.

"This is the painting scroll of Breaking the Nine Realms! How did he draw it?" the Huo Yuan supervisor with red eyebrows and explosive temper said loudly.

The honest man Huang Chen's eyes fell on the painting of Chen Xuanwu's appearance, his face was solemn.

Li Guofeng also turned his head abruptly.

Obviously, something was unexpected.

The corners of Gao Mingjing's mouth were slightly raised, and he said lightly:
"Everyone knows that unless I, Molin artist, have a higher realm, I can't use other people's transformations. These two paintings are naturally painted by Chen Chuliang, but they are still in the state of nourishing qi, and they cannot reach the broken nine."

The painting is similar to the star official's spell, the same character, the painters of different realms show very different powers.

At the same time, because painting is closely related to the state, occasionally, the painter expresses his feelings and can draw paintings that break through the limits of his own body.

These two paintings are the two strongest among the many scrolls stored by Chen Chuliang.

At the same time, it is similar to the control of pet beasts by the Beast Master, but the difference is that although Mo Lin painter also needs to be distracted to control multiple paintings, it will not consume more spirit essence.

Because the painting itself has spiritual elements, there are legends about the artist's anger and the manifestation of gods and Buddhas in the sky.

However, in order to avoid too much imbalance, the number of paintings carried on the stage is limited.

However, as soon as the two paintings appeared, the hearts of everyone in Qin Tianjian sank.

Darkness is not good.

"Amitabha."

Master Xue Ting looked at the King Kong in the legend of Buddhist allusions with a little surprise, and said:

"Ji Sichen is in trouble."

Sure enough, as the two "paintings" condensed, Chen Chuliang smiled triumphantly and raised his hand:
"go with!"

Immediately, the two "Gods and Buddhas" moved at the same time.

The body made of Buddhist vajra copper juice made a sonic boom, pulled out a golden thread, and slammed into Ji Pingan brazenly, the ring at the end of the Zen stick in his hand jingled.

The sharp tip plowed a scorched straight line across the grass, and the grass and trees it touched were withered and blackened.

Ji Ping'an's face was calm, and with a flick of his fingers, the grass on the ground "cracked" and grew wildly, turning into light purple thorns and vines, crazily entwining King Kong, but they couldn't stop the opponent's body.

The vines broke inch by inch, making a series of explosive noises, but they also successfully slowed down the latter.

Ji Pingan took the opportunity to move to the other side, and at the same time threw out the wooden sword in his hand, and punched the hilt of the sword.

"Wow!"

As soon as the wooden sword was thrown out, it turned into an afterimage, with the blade as the center, a ring-shaped air wave rolled up, the tip of the sword suddenly turned red, and then opened the arc-shaped air shield, and went straight to Chen Xuanwu who was coming to kill him.

"Chen Xuanwu" had no expression on his face, dragged his long knife to the ground, and then raised his right fist and slammed it out fiercely.

The khaki-yellow flames all over his body flowed along his arms and poured into his fists, condensing into a light shield.

Ji Ping'an moved his two fingers upright on his chest lightly.

Immediately, the wooden sword deviated from its trajectory and blatantly hit "Chen Xuanwu" on the chest.

"boom!!"

Amidst the loud noise, God did not move his heels, his upper body fell backwards, and two eye-catching dirt marks were plowed out of his boots.

The chain mail on the chest shot out sparks and made a metallic whine, but it was intact——

The god will condense the whole body with spiritual essence, and if the spiritual essence is not exhausted, there will be no damage.

Correspondingly, the wooden sword was broken inch by inch.

The sawdust scattered, and Ji Pingan raised his hand to recall it, when the Buddhist monk's staff next to him fell down like a toppled mountain peak.

Ji Pingan had no choice but to give up, and was quickly pulled away by two green vines, and the place where he was standing was smashed down by a thick Zen stick, and immediately the vegetation withered and the soil flew up.

The god next to him turned the Yanyue knife in his hand into a spear, threw it fiercely, brushed the corner of Ji Ping'an's clothes, and hit the edge of the ring hard.

"what!"

An official's family member in the stands looked at the Yanyue knife that was stabbing straight, and screamed uncontrollably.

The array was activated, humming and trembling, and a nearly transparent air mask was blocked between the two, and the long knife stabbed fiercely on the air mask, causing circles of ripples.

Then, amidst the exclamations of the people, he flew back and slashed at Ji Pingan.

For a moment, the entire arena sprinted in a gust of wind, roaring endlessly.

The painter Chen Chuliang stood in the distance, just like Ji Pingan who was fighting against Luo Ning back then—the painter was not good at melee combat.

But in people's eyes, Ji Ping'an could only dodge continuously with his body skills, and he was powerless to fight back.

"It's over, senior brother seems to be unable to fight."

Mu Yaoyao's small hand clutching the kraft paper bag was so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"Teaching is troublesome. Chen Chuliang didn't give him a chance to use any tactics at all."

The members of the Tianbang team looked ugly:
"This kind of bombardment, Molin painter may not care about the consumption, but the teacher can't sustain it."

This guy, can't he still... Yu Yu is sitting in danger, clearly wanting him to lose in order to avenge his original revenge, but he really saw Ji Ping'an's predicament.

There was worry on her small face.

"It looks like it's coming to an end."

Qin Leyou yawned boredly, and reached out to rub his waist.

Already thinking about waiting for the end of the competition to go to the gambling house to get back the silver taels.

"Let me just say, in the face of absolute strength, scheming and tactics are meaningless!" A loose man in Jianghu said firmly.

The martial arts around him echoed, and the more people who supported Ji Ping'an showed concern, shook their heads and sighed.

However, unlike the people in the stands, Chen Chuliang in the field gradually felt that something was wrong.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his intuition told him that Ji Pingan should not be as defenseless as he appeared.

Rather than saying that he is "fleeing in embarrassment", it is better to say that he is deliberately observing.

Yes, watch.

By inducing attacks, observe, calculate, and analyze the strength of the two paintings.

"almost."

Ji Pingan whispered softly, and suddenly saw that the two "Gods and Buddhas" suddenly coincided with each other, retreated, and made a vigilant gesture.

"Very alert." Ji Pingan smiled, with his blue shirt fluttering, looked at the painter in the distance, and said:
"Your two paintings are good, how about mine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked the sleeve of his robe. Immediately, under the eyes of everyone, he saw a brilliant golden and a blood-red starburst falling to the ground one after another.

Outside the endless sky, two stars, Taibai and Yinghuo, slowly rotate.

Then, in front of Ji Ping'an, two "figures" also appeared.

One, made of golden and white intertwined lightning—Golden Demon Puppet.

One, condensed by lava-like crimson flames—the fire demon puppet.

In addition, the third wooden demon puppet slowly climbed up.

All of a sudden, the three star officials came out together, and Chen Chuliang's expression changed suddenly.

In the stands, Li Guofeng, Xu Xiurong, and Fang Liuhuo stood up abruptly and looked at the ring in astonishment, showing disbelief.

Inside the grand viewing platform, there was an uproar.

……

ps: The typo is changed first and then changed... Tired
(End of this chapter)