His eyes narrowed for a moment.

Demons have evil spirits.

But if it reaches the point of demonic aura, it must be that the monster emitting such aura has already been very evil and has hunted at least half a hundred people before the demonic aura can bring about evil and become the so-called real demonic aura.

Such monsters will also be called fallen monsters. Fallen monsters are different from ordinary monsters. Even if they are killed on the spot, they will always have a way to escape and resurrect. Therefore, once caught, they will be suppressed at the foot of Cangkui Mountain.

But if there is really evil spirit here, then it is impossible for so many people present to be unaware of it.

For a moment, Ning Chan had the urge to let go of his spiritual consciousness and explore again.

But she quickly put the thought to rest.

There are so many pairs of eyes here, and her every move is under everyone's gaze. Whatever she does can be easily noticed.

What's more, there is no rush at this moment.

The old man's golden finger was endlessly worried, but Xie Baizhou's expression remained motionless, and even his eyebrows did not change. I don't know if the male protagonist Long Aotian in the original book was born with such a cold eyebrow, or if he was already used to having a person making noises next to him.

Ningchan also deliberately recalled the description in the original book and felt that it should be both.

Xie Baizhou drew the lot and was about to get off the ring when he heard the old man thinking for a moment and then said: "Xiaozhou, I've said so, and if you still don't want to leave, you must not have really fallen in love with the girl named Zhu.

Bar?"

Ning Chan's eyebrows moved.

Huh? Listening to this, have Xie Baizhou and Zhu Wanzhao already been in contact?

The old man was filled with emotion: "As a young man, it is understandable that you should be happy when you see a beautiful woman. That little girl is really pretty. Now that I think about it carefully, when I saw her, I even recalled some of my romantic affairs back then."

Xie Baizhou finally couldn't hold it back and almost staggered.

Ning Chan: "..."

I thought of some descriptions of Zhu Wanzhao being called the Walking Mary Sue in the original novel, and even the golden-fingered grandfather of the male protagonist Xie Baizhou could not resist her charm.

Xie Baizhou was full of slander, but he could not talk to himself in public. He could only let the old man do whatever he wanted there, and the more he spoke, the more outrageous he became.

The old man waited for Xie Baizhou to return to Sancaitian's team, and began to look around: "Why does it have to be her? Look at the little girl next to you in the purple dress of Sixiangtian. She is not bad, no worse than your little girl Zhu."

Ning Chan thought to himself: Why did he eat melon and get it on his own head?

Xie Baizhou didn't even look over at him, he remained calm and composed.

The old man was obviously used to his appearance, and he skillfully started some self-pleasure chats.

"By the way, do you remember that an elder died two days ago? Let me tell you, it was a good death. Look at the way he treated you casual disciples with eyes that were not eyes and a nose that was not a nose. Tsk, it was nothing.

In this age, fists are king in the world of immortality, so why are you still engaging in discrimination?"

"Who are you teaming up with to compete in the ring competition? Tsk tsk, this guy is going to be in trouble. I'm really unlucky to draw you."

…

Ning Chan listened with great interest, and maybe she even couldn't help but curl her lips. Then in order to hide her expression, she chose to lower her head and play the sound-finding scroll.

As a result, he was caught red-handed by Duan Chongming.

Duan Chongming raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "After all, we are drawing lots in the finals. Even if we want to read the Xunyin paper, we should wait for a while to give Shao He Zhiyuan face?"

Ning Chan said harshly: "Isn't it our turn yet? Who cares what I'm doing?"

Then I heard faint voices coming from behind and in front of me.

"I care."

"I felt slighted."

Ning Chan: “……??”

She looked up following the sound and saw that the two people speaking were disciples from other sects who had entered the finals at the same time.

The girl wearing half of the golden mask at the Temple of Heaven turned her head, looked at Ning Chan and sighed: "I was so nervous that my hands were shaking, but I turned around and you are here playing the Sound Scroll?"

Behind him was Su Yanrong's voice.

——Yes, even though Su Yanrong was knocked out of the ring by two punches in the first round of Sixiangtian, but after a back door was opened to rejoin the ring, Su Yanrong still successfully entered the finals.

Su Yanrong shook her fan. She still looked gentle on the surface, but her eyes were cold: "Although I have expected to meet you in the finals, I am still very unhappy to see you like this. Not only because of myself, but also because of me.

I don’t see any respect for Shao He Zhiyuan in you.”

This is already a slap in the face.

As a result, Ningchan said slowly: "...Oh."

Su Yanrong was stunned, and then said in disbelief: "Is this your reaction?"

Ningchan: "Otherwise? What does it have to do with you being unhappy?"

Then he turned to look at the girl in the golden mask and smiled brilliantly: "Fellow Taoist, don't be afraid. If it were you, I would be gentler."

Su Yanrong: "..."

Duan Chongming calmly stuffed Ningchan behind him and said sincerely: "My junior sister is not very good at talking, so please forgive me. To apologize, I will be gentler."

Su Yanrong: "???"

Masked girl: "......???"

What did the two want to say.

I thought of Duan Chongming's weapon again.

One has heard about it, and the other has seen it with his own eyes, but obviously no matter which one it is, it is extremely intimidating.

The two of them shut up at the same time.

Among the five people who entered the finals, there was also a Buddhist cultivator from the Infinite Bodhidharma Sect.

He silently opened his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Ning Chan felt that at this moment, these four words highly summarized the thoughts of everyone present.

Fortunately, the names of the five of them were quickly called out on stage, which eased the awkwardness of the moment.

Since there are five people in the final, the arena is divided into two sections, one for three people dueling and the other for two people dueling.

The specific group depends on drawing lots.

Duan Chongming rubbed his hands vigorously and murmured to himself: "Don't be in the same group as Ning Chan and be in the same group as Ning Chan..."

Five people gathered in front of the referee, and the referee held five long and short picks in his hand, three long and two short.

In front of everyone, only this simplest and most direct method without the possibility of spiritual manipulation is the most convincing.

Then they saw Duan Chongming still making a wish. Although the other three people didn't say it explicitly, their expressions were more or less similar to Duan Chongming's.

Only Ningchan reached out and took out the leftmost one.

Long signature.

The expressions of the four people suddenly became strange.

The chance of a duel with Ning Chan or not is now 50-50.

Duan Chongming took a deep breath, took the lead in breaking off, stepped forward, shouted loudly, and pinched one!

If eyes could convey information, the words in the eyes of the three people next to him at this moment were probably "Civil War in Hexu Mountain Sect! Civil War!".

Duan Chongming slowly pulled it out from the referee's hand.

Short signature.

Everyone's expressions tensed up visibly.

Duan Zhongming was very proud, he smiled and raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that the next three people have only two choices left, fight with my junior sister, or fight with me."

To translate this, it’s like extending your head with one knife, or shrinking your head with one knife. It depends on your luck whether you stretch your head or shrink your head.

Su Yanrong had a cold face and didn't want to wait any longer. He nodded to the other two people expressionlessly: "Then I'll do it first."

It's hard to describe Su Yanrong's current mood.

He didn't even expect anything more.

Logically speaking, he should have accumulated some experience after fighting Ningchan twice. Even after losing, he did consult many elders of the sect on how to fight against the puppet.

Now if he faced off against Ning Chan again, he believed that he would not lose as badly as before.

But, my nose hurts a lot.

The shadows are so deep.

It has reached the point where his nose hurts when he sees Ning Chan!!!

As for Duan Chongming.

Su Yanrong didn't think anyone could laugh after seeing that penis.

In particular, his natal possession is a fan.

It's hard to evaluate.
To be continued...