Seeing this, a trace of light flashed in Kong Wen's eyes. He originally wanted to move Qingxuan out of the competition venue and win, but who knew that Qingxuan could not help but reveal a flaw. Kong Wen naturally would not miss this opportunity. After all, the difference between moving the opponent out of the field and knocking it out was very big.

After two consecutive games, Kong Wen's physical strength finally gradually began to decline. Unfortunately, although Qingxuan's defense ability is very strong, it is really weak to actually start.

Even though Kong Wen is no longer in his peak state, Qingxuan is still Kong Wen's opponent. The two of them had no lasting a few moves, so Qingxuan was accidentally hit by Kong Wen and flew out of the field.

When Taoist Master Fuxiao saw this scene, his face turned pale. He didn't expect that the Wudao Sect would lose again in this competition, and he lost so badly. Kong Wen won two games alone, unless the Wudao Sect's people could win in a string of three, but this was simply impossible.

Taoist Fu Xie, a strong immortal-level man in Wudao Sect, knew in his heart that Qingxu was already the best among them, and it would be useless for the rest of the people to go up. This competition is almost a sure defeat.

Master Mingli smiled at Taoist Master Fuxiao and said, "Tail Master Fuxiao, this second competition was a lucky victory for our Dazhe Temple. I really admit it!"

Taoist Master Fu Xie was already very angry, but he had to smile and said, "It turns out that many capable people have emerged in Dazhe Temple. This little master Kong Wen is rare in his profound skills. We are convinced by the loss of Wudao Sect!"

"Master Floating Taoist is indeed broad-minded, but there is still a last game. You Wudao Sect may not have no chance to fight back, hahahaha!"

Although Master Mingli said something to comfort Taoist Fuxiao, his smile was a little proud no matter how he heard it. Seeing this, Murong Ningyue couldn't help but curl her lips. It seemed that Master Mingli was still a common person.

Seeing that Taoist Master Fufei was about to select the third person to play, Murong Ningyue hurried forward and said, "Master, let the disciples fight in this third game!"

Seeing Murong Ningyue volunteering to fight, Master Mingli couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. After seeing that Murong Ningyue's cultivation level was only one-star immortal, Master Mingli couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hahaha! Master Fuhuang Taoist, the disciples of the sect are really courageous!"

The subtext of Master Mingli's words was obviously mocking Murong Ningyuekong for having courage, but in fact he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. Taoist Master Fuxiao also frowned at this time, "Qinglian, don't mess around! With your cultivation level, don't go on stage and show your ugly appearance!"

Murong Ningyue couldn't help but feel anxious when she heard this. She had already agreed to the master's war before. Murong Ningyue was thinking about waiting for the people from Dazhe Temple to learn more, and of course she would not miss this opportunity.

Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue hurriedly said, "Master! We have lost two games anyway. Are you sure that others can win three games in a row? If it doesn't work, it's better to let me play, just treat it as accumulating experience for me!"

Taoist Master Fuxue couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Qinglian, you seem to make sense. Okay, since you insist so much, then you will be allowed to fight in this third competition!"

Murong Ningyue was overjoyed when she heard this. Taoist Master Fuxu was also secretly relieved. No matter who he sent to this third competition, he would probably lose.
Chapter completed!