I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao..."

"Thank you, Auntie Wang..."

Her fingers quickly played out a series of calls, and she nodded and bowed with gratitude to thank everyone who answered the phone.

After making dozens of calls in a row, she looked up to the sky and took a long breath, seeming to feel refreshed. She said with satisfaction, "No regrets!"

What surprised Jiang Keer the most was A Miao. A Miao, who was usually weak and timid, suddenly had a stern face and spoke seriously to the person on the other side. His tone didn't sound like he was chatting, but rather like he was reporting information to his superiors.

“Confirmed.”

"I promise."

"Yes."

"As ordered."

"clear."

Soon, A Miao hung up the phone and put on his simple and weak smile again.

Jiang Ke'er wanted to ask them what they were doing, but Qiao Xiaoxian stopped her and asked, "Do you have anything to say to someone now?"

Jiang Ke'er thought about it and shook her head: "No, I have already said everything I should say."

"..."

"The competition will begin soon, please get ready to go on stage." The backstage planner reminded expressionlessly.

Obviously, both the organizers and the audience are very unimpressed with the bagpipe band.

Letting the Bagpipes team reach the finals is already the biggest blunder in the history of the Shenzhou Cup, and no one wants to see this scene.

After looking at each other, Jiang Keer and the other team members quickly packed their luggage and walked out of the contestant exit.

【Welcome everyone to the finals of the Shenzhou Cup in the Year of the Tiger! I am Huang Bozhong, the live commentator of this game! 】

【I am the commentator Li Ming! 】

[Okay, now it’s time for the contestants to enter the stage… The ones who are coming out now are, oh—the bagpipe team! ]

It was the first time that Jiang Keer heard such passionate commentary in a game. In the past, whenever they appeared on the field, both the audience seats and the commentary booth were always dead silent.

She couldn't help but look towards the stands and was slightly startled: "A new commentator?"

"Well, a new commentator named Huang Bozhong." Gan Ruanruan said.

[The Bagpipes team is undoubtedly the biggest dark horse of this season! They entered the semi-finals with a perfect record, and deliberately fell into the resurrection match, arrogantly and successfully killing all opponents! They even defeated the former champion Zhanhuang Team 1 yesterday! It can be said that they are as powerful as the arrival of the devil! ]

Although Huang Bozhong's passionate and roaring commentary created a great atmosphere, his commentary partner Li Ming beside him had a very ugly expression on his face.

Bro, do you know how to commentate? Why do you keep praising the enemy?

Fortunately, the commentator Huang Bozhong changed the subject immediately afterwards: [Unfortunately, they also encountered the strongest opponent since the establishment of the Shenzhou Cup - the Tianshen team with five seats full!!!]

That's more or less.

Li Ming quickly took over the conversation: [That's right! This match will definitely be very interesting. Dao Xi is the strongest young monk of the human race, and the Fengpi Squad represents the strongest young monk of the demon race... This will be an epic duel of the two strongest! ]

Li Ming is indeed an experienced commentator. He instantly elevated this game to the level of a racial competition. In this way, the result of the game seemed to represent the superiority of the young elites of the two races.

This made the game even more exciting and the audience instantly became nervous.

Of course, he dared to say this because he had 100% confidence in the Taoist priests - yesterday one Taoist priest made them anxious, and today there are five!

Li Ming knew very well that the several blows caused by Jiang Ke'er before had dealt a heavy blow to the self-confidence of the human race. At this moment, they needed a thorough and overwhelming victory to regain their eternal self-confidence. Therefore, he had been sparing no effort to intensify the racial conflicts in his commentary.

[There is still a little while before the game officially starts, please be patient,] Li Ming looked at the time and said with a malicious smile, [I heard that our new commentator Mr. Huang is also known as a battle analyst... Why not ask Mr. Huang to help us analyze this game before the game.]

[Well, I don't deserve it. I just made some reasonable guesses based on the existing information. Everyone can do it easily.] Huang Bozhong raised his hand modestly. [Besides, there is no need for me to analyze this game. I think everyone already knows the situation.]

[We have some numbers, but we still want to hear some well-reasoned analysis.]

[Okay,] Huang Bozhong smiled helplessly, [But you have to wait a little longer, at least you have to determine the formation and configuration of both sides before analyzing... The five Taoist masters of the Tianshen team are indeed strong, but I know nothing about them. It would be nonsense to analyze rashly. As commentators, we have to be responsible to the audience.]

Li Ming felt a bit of disdain in his heart.

What do you mean by being responsible to the audience? How can a new commentator like you speak so much official language? And you are still chattering and trying to steal my limelight...

Then I'd like to see what you can analyze.

However, he still showed a friendly smile on his face and said, "Okay, okay!"

At this time, standing at the south end of the stadium, Jiang Keer finally saw her opponent's appearance clearly.

The Taoist priest of Jiexian Palace has always been very mysterious. Apart from the two original members of the God Team, the three new members are all strangers who have never appeared in the public eye... Hmm?

The sudden appearance of a familiar face caught Jiang Ke'er off guard.

No, if you think about it carefully, it should be in the process of cleaning.

The man was full of masculine energy, and his every move exuded bursts of dragon roar and power. His sword-like eyebrows made him look awe-inspiring.

He is the one who practiced in the Yang-attributed dragon vein. Although he was slightly inferior to the others, his strength is undoubtedly strong.

Then, the gentle woman standing next to him was probably the one who practiced in the Yin-attributed dragon vein.

What a coincidence.

(2/4)

151. Eighth-grade magical instrument?

The opponent did not open his eyes to look at the Bagpipe Team, but showed an impatient look - it was obvious that he did not take the Bagpipe Team and the game seriously.

Unlike Jing Lie yesterday, they don’t care about the Shenzhou Cup and hate these meaningless battles. In their opinion, they are just here to “chop a piece of meat” today, go through the motions, and then they can return to their peaceful lives.

But Jiang Ke'er was paying attention to them.

The presentation of the opposite side looks a bit weird.

A man in white shirt sitting in a wheelchair, with an elegant demeanor, followed by a strong man pushing the wheelchair.

A strong man who practices in the yang dragon vein, and a feminine woman who practices in the yin dragon vein.

The last one was an ordinary-looking agility monk holding a dagger. Although he looked ordinary, Jiang Ke'er did not ignore him, because Jiang Ke'er knew that in the assassination business, the stronger the person, the better they knew how to avoid attracting attention.

To sum up, there should be two strength players, two agility players and one magic player, which is the same as the lineup of the old version of the Bagpipe Squad.

The advantage of such a lineup is its stability. Unless it is an extreme five-method formation, the rest of the time it is a test of the strength difference between the opposing monks. Once the strength of one of the opposing monks has an overwhelming advantage, the balance of victory will be overwhelmed.

Of course, this is just a preliminary prediction based on appearance. The actual situation still needs to be judged through real combat.

"Um... hello, I'm the captain, Qixi, Shiyue." The man in the wheelchair said politely, "The game hasn't started yet. You still have time to tuck your tails between your legs and run away like a mouse. If you wait a little longer, it will be too late."

The man's attitude was polite, but his words were very provocative.

"No," Jiang Ke'er did not respond but said calmly, "It's not too late to kill you first and then leave."

"I'm just thinking of you out of kindness," Shi Yue continued with a half-smile, "Since you showed up, Shenzhou has become a lot more fun. I don't know how many little monsters have started to blindly idolize you, imitate you, and try to resist... The monster-hunting team hasn't had such a good harvest in a long time. So, I hope you can survive and lead them to continue jumping around."

"I appreciate your kindness," Jiang Ke'er raised her eyebrows. "As a thank you, I will cut you into pieces that are more delicious, so that the bacteria and maggots can enjoy a more pleasant experience when they decompose your body... I don't know if bacteria can open up their spiritual intelligence. If they can, I'm looking forward to the countermeasures of the Jiexian Palace."

Shi Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought of the situation Jiang Ke'er described. He felt a little panic for a moment.

He was not afraid of death, but of the microorganisms becoming intelligent.

The smaller the creature, the harder it is to deal with. The last epidemic has successfully proved this point... If those microorganisms join the demon camp, the situation will be unimaginably bad.

Fortunately, it is not that easy. The smaller the creature, the simpler its body structure, and the more difficult it is to support its intelligence... Otherwise, with the terrifying reproductive ability of tiny creatures, the large animals in China would have become extinct long ago.

After thinking about it for a while, Shi Yue felt relieved and smiled: "You don't really think you can win, do you?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ke'er looked at the other person sideways.

"Even if you haven't heard of the strength of the Dao Master, you should have heard of the eighth-grade magic weapons." Shi Yue looked at Jiang Ke'er sympathetically, "You have no idea how big the gap is between your class and ours... Those powerful eighth-grade magic weapons that you dare not even dream of are equipped per capita by the disciples of the Dao Master of our Jiexian Palace."

Jiang Ke'er was stunned and scratched her head: "...The eighth-grade magic weapon is indeed powerful."

"Let alone our cultivation level is higher than yours, even if you can catch up with our cultivation level temporarily by some dirty tricks, you will still lose at the level of magic tools... We have reached the pinnacle in each of the four major cultivation elements of wealth, companions, magic and land. What on earth are you dreaming of, you evil bastards?" Shi Yue smiled contemptuously, "Who gave you the courage to stand here? Do you deserve it?"

In the audience, the human monks became excited and shouted Shi Yue's name.

It’s so satisfying to curse!

"Emm..." Jiang Ke'er looked strange.

[Before the game started, the two players had already exchanged fierce words! Obviously, both sides had strong killing intent, and this game would definitely not be peaceful!] Huang Bozhong's commentary sounded at the right time, [As the captain of the Celestial God Team, His Highness Shi Yue, who led the team to win many championships... He does have the capital to arrogantly mock, and any cultivator knows the importance of magic weapons. If the Celestial God Team is really like Shi Yue said, with everyone holding an eighth-grade magic weapon, then the outcome of this game might have been doomed from the beginning!]

[If it was a few days ago, the demon race used all their strength to sell their belongings and go bankrupt to support the Windpipe Squad, maybe they could have put together an eighth-grade magic weapon.] His partner Li Ming immediately followed up with a sarcastic voice, [Unfortunately, I believe everyone has heard about the news about the "Light of the Human Race", a powerful cultivator with extremely strong financial resources, who bought up all the eighth-grade magic weapons available on the market in Shenzhou two days ago. Even if the demon race is willing to empty their own pitiful inventory, they can't buy it...]

[An eighth-grade magic weapon is not only a symbol of wealth, but also a symbol of status! The demon race? Oh, they are just a bunch of ignorant scum...]

"Ah, that's true," Jiang Ke'er showed a look of disappointment and reluctance, "The power of an eighth-grade magic weapon is truly terrifying. The demon race has been oppressed for many years, and the economy is tight. We really can't afford to buy an eighth-grade magic weapon, which is the level of a sect treasure..."

Seeing Jiang Keer's appearance, Shi Yue was very satisfied - in fact, he didn't like people mocking and cursing like a shrew without any image. The original purpose of his mocking remarks was to make the other party's mentality fluctuate.

He did not become arrogant because of his status as a Taoist priest. Although he firmly believed that the gap in strength in this battle was so great that no skill could overcome it and that he could not lose... he still did not let his guard down and would try his best to seize every opportunity to win.

Taunting and making it impossible for the other person to remain calm, whether he or she is angry or frustrated, will make it easier for you to win.

Apparently, he had successfully found the opponent's weak spot and used an eighth-grade magic weapon to attack, successfully making the opponent realize the gap and feel fear!

Seeing the unwilling and disappointed look on the Bagpipe Team's face, Shi Yue took advantage of the situation and attacked them: "Surrender, why are you still struggling?"

"No!" Jiang Ke'er's eyes suddenly became firm, as if she was ready to die bravely and with a righteous spirit.

She wiped her eyes gently and said sternly: "Even if we don't have an eighth-grade magic weapon, even if the chance of winning is slim, we will fight to the death! You don't understand, this is the integrity of the demon race!"

(3/4)

152. To be fair

It was an admirable and sonorous speech, which made the listeners sad and the hearers cry!

Even Shi Yue couldn't help but feel a moment of admiration in his heart, but more of it was a sense of superiority.

"This is the powerful advantage of the tribe," Shi Yue said proudly, "It's a pity that you were born as monsters, and you are destined to die in poverty and misery... Moreover, we will make full use of our advantages and will not show mercy."

"Then, let's fight!" Jiang Ke'er looked sad.

"Let's fight!" The faces of the bagpipe team members were filled with sorrow and reluctance. "Humph, so what if you have an eighth-grade magic weapon? It's the same even without it, right?"

"Oh? Have you decided to die?"

"It's not certain who will die!"

"So……"

Just at this moment, the bright sun rose to the center of the sky.

The time is just right.

"Game start!"

At a shout, the strength and agility monks suddenly rushed forward and crashed head-on into the opposing characters!

The God Team was determined to end the battle quickly and fight a beautiful battle that would go down in history, so they took out the eighth-grade magic weapon at the beginning.

The five eighth-grade magic weapons were fully activated, and for a moment, brilliant light filled the air!

The members of the Bagpipe Team all revealed expressions of tragic despair, as they were about to be killed by the powerful might of the eighth-grade magic weapon!

In a hurry, they were forced to change their strategy and focus on rushing towards an agility monk - the ordinary-looking assassin.

The assassin took his time.

"It's time for you to see the power of an eighth-grade magic weapon."

He was clearly an agile monk who used a dagger, but at the critical moment the eighth-grade magic weapon he used was a huge net!

The net opened instantly and protected him tightly inside. He knew that as long as he was under the protection of the net, all attacks from the opponent would be in vain!

Jiang Keer grinned.

In an instant, brilliant light shot up into the sky!

The Meteorite Dagger fell like a meteorite, rumbling as it smashed into the net with unparalleled heat and pressure!

The beads of supreme merit spread out and covered the sky, smashing into the net like a laser cannon!

Before these attacks arrived, Qiao Xiaoxian held the Fallen Night and forcibly cut a large hole in the net, allowing those attacks to hit the assassin head-on through the hole.

The other Taoists realized that something was wrong and wanted to help, but the Vajra King Hand in Jie Shui's hand shone brightly, forming an indestructible rigid body defense on the outside of his skin! With his three-meter-long huge body after being transformed into a werewolf, he suddenly became an insurmountable Vajra wall in front of the Taoists!