Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 249 No! (35)

Wang Jiu looked at Liu Xiaoqiang deeply, and his mustache drooped weakly, like a broken branch hanging on Wang Jiu's face.

Seeing Wang Jiu like this, Liu Xiaoqiang came over, tilted his head and looked at Wang Jiu who was sitting, and asked with concern: "Did he really advance? Who was his opponent? He is so weak."

"Didn't you watch it just now? What were you broadcasting live?"

"It's been replayed. If the audience wants to watch it, they can watch it. By the way, you haven't told me who your opponent is yet."

As they were talking, Zhang Ting also walked in.

His mood was even lower than Wang Jiu's. After sitting down, he said nothing and stared at the floor in a daze.

Liu Xiaoqiang leaned over again and asked, "Zhang Ting, what's wrong with you?"

"I lost?"

"You actually lost, how strong is your opponent?"

Zhang Ting glanced at Wang Jiu with resentment, then buried his head in his arms and didn't want to speak.

Considering that both of them had just finished a game, it is self-evident who the two players were.

Lin Yuan immediately started replaying the video, Liu Xiaoqiang immediately took out the drinks, Ding Dazhuang put out the fruit plate and melon seeds, and the three of them watched it excitedly.

Such an interesting thing, must watch it immediately.

Qing Luan, who was standing by, was also ready. She turned on the replay and immediately began to explain: "This is a rare match between a teacher and a student, and also an internal battle within the sect. The two sides fighting are Wang Jiu from the Wanfa Sect and Zhang Ting from the Wanfa Sect. Although it's a replay, it should be quite exciting."

The game just started and Zhang Ting was seen with her hands on her chest and a cold brow, looking very imposing.

Opposite him, Wang Jiu's mouth twitched. He never expected that he would be fighting against Zhang Ting in this match.

After a cold look, Zhang Ting raised his finger and said solemnly: "Wang Jiu, although you and I are master and apprentice, the competition is a competition, and we can't let you down! Although my heart aches and my hands tremble, I still want to blast you to pieces."

"Can you please hurry up?" Wang Jiu said helplessly, "I'm still in a hurry to do the inspection. I have so many things to do now."

“Hehehe, are you starting to make excuses for your failure now? It doesn’t matter. When you meet me, no matter you are an illegitimate child or a ninth-rate child, your death will be in vain in my eyes!”

"You actually speak in rhyme. How long did you spend thinking of the lines for this day? Wouldn't it be better to focus on studying instead?"

“Nonsense! Don’t try to pressure me with your elders’ tricks! I contributed a lot to your deck, and I know all your details. But even so, I will still do my best! Come out, Dad!”

The Human Emperor Flag was raised, and Zhang Ting's father Zhang Quan was invited out from the Human Emperor Flag and stood next to Zhang Ting.

Lin Yuan immediately turned around and looked at Zhang Ting who was looking dejected and said, "Are you so despicable? You even asked your father to be your advisor at this time."

"Oh." Zhang Ting sighed, covering his head.

"And you lost?"

"Stop scolding... the child already wants to cry."

Returning to the replay, Lin Yuan saw that the audience was already noisy.

The game was suspended, and the referees of Qimingmen gathered together to discuss how to deal with this issue now.

One party believes that the Human Emperor Flag is a magic weapon, and there is no problem with how to use one's own magic weapon, as long as one does not directly attack the opponent.

One side believes that the ghost cultivator inside is also considered a cultivator, and that letting him go on the field now violates the rule that only one player can go on the field, so he should be asked to leave.

After discussing for a quarter of an hour, Qian Kuan finally gave an explanation: It is okay this time, but the regulations need to be revised immediately, otherwise it will not be okay after that.

After solving this problem, Zhang Ting became even more arrogant.

He started to draw cards and said arrogantly: "My perfect deck has been formed. Everything about me is already extremely powerful. I am so powerful now. How can you resist me now!"

"You spend more time talking than playing cards!" Wang Jiu said helplessly, "Can you hurry up?" "Slow down, I want to slowly enjoy the feeling of toying with you to death! Come on, Qinglong!"

Although her lines were rather mediocre, Zhang Ting's acting skills were indeed good.

With only a little mana at the beginning, he began to continuously sell blood, stack armor, cast spells and summon characters, and then created a powerful monster, the Black Dragon, in the first round.

Zhang Quan assisted from the side, and the two of them calculated their own blood volume accurately together, and made the most perfect attack when their blood volume was about to drop to zero.

A huge black dragon illusion appeared on the field, and dazzling white light surged towards Wang Jiu in front of him. After being swallowed by the white light, Zhang Ting turned his head and sighed: "Being invincible is so lonely."

"Why are you lonely? The other party is not dead yet." Zhang Quan hit his son hard.

Turning his head, Zhang Ting found that Wang Jiu was still there, but his health had returned to zero, but he had not failed.

Looking at the activated card, Zhang Ting said dissatisfiedly: "It's the last moment, you are really lucky. But it doesn't matter, the final victory will definitely be mine!"

Wang Jiu had no choice, since he had this card in his hand at the beginning.

Although he could just admit defeat, fulfilling his duties was already his instinct, so he started his turn, drew cards, and started fighting seriously.

"First draw a card. Here is a [Guess a Card]. Choose a card and guess its type. If you guess correctly, it belongs to me. If you guess incorrectly, you lose health points. I guessed it was a sorcery... and I guessed it correctly. After you guess it correctly, you can continue to guess cards, but then you need to guess the name. I guessed it was exile... and I got it right again."

Wang Jiu exchanged one card for Zhang Ting's two cards, and felt a little bit lucky in playing cards.

"Then I used [Random Gift] to randomly generate three cards and randomly give them to both parties. Hmm, how come they were all given to me? Why do these cards keep increasing?"

"Forget it, let's do it again..."

"Then what happened is..."

"Then……"

Wang Jiu's movements became dazzling, sometimes drawing his own cards, sometimes drawing Zhang Ting's cards.

Although he doesn't like playing games, as a monk of the Wanfa Sect, Wang Jiu can still calculate how to play to maximize his efficiency.

So, he began to accurately dismantle Zhang Ting's cards, using his two mana points to accurately set up the field, and build up his own advantage bit by bit, which made Zhang Ting sweat profusely.

Zhang Ting noticed that Wang Jiu's cards were getting more and more exaggerated, so he pulled the flag and shouted, "Dad, think of a way!"

"What do you think? We don't have any cards now. What do you think of?"

"Can't you save him?"

"I can't save you. It's too late. Goodbye."

"father!"

Turning around, Zhang Ting saw that Wang Jiu was already ready.

The black dragon on Zhang Ting's field has been temporarily exiled. His own field is empty, while the opposite field is full of living creatures.

At the command, a large number of creatures swarmed in, causing Zhang Ting's armor to drop sharply and his face to become paler and paler.

Fortunately, his armor was thick enough, and after a wave of attacks, a little armor and some blood were left, which barely allowed him to hold on.

But before he could catch his breath, Wang Jiu had already used his last spell, [Minor Heavenly Tribulation].

This spell does not require any mana and the damage is only two points, but it is just enough to send Zhang Ting away.

Looking at the card that had finally sent him away, Zhang Ting shouted in despair: "No!"

(End of this chapter)