Many people were thrilled when they saw this purple fireworks phoenix talisman by Mr. Zhai.

Not only because of the huge power of the purple flame phoenix talisman, but also the precise master of this huge power by Mr. Zhai. After eliminating the power of the frost sky white flame talisman, the spiritual power of the purple flame phoenix talisman had almost no leakage, and it dissipated in the air in a proper way.

From this point of view, when the talisman was just formed, as long as Lao Zhai was determined to kill, everyone present would be shrouded by the purple fireworks phoenix talisman.

This is also where many practitioners present feel palpitations.

Many people can't help but feel grateful that this is just a competition, not a life-and-death game.

"I'm not as good as old man."

Feng Lianggong bowed to Zhai Rong very respectfully.

"Take it."

Zhairong nodded. The opposite of the calmness on his face was his anxiety about the exhaustion of the power of his soul.

A purple fire phoenix talisman almost exhausted his little soul power. It consumed so much soul power in one breath, causing a significant impact on his soul. If it weren't for his firm mind, he might have been backfired at this time.

But compared to this backlash, what he was more worried about was the next talisman.

Whether it is drawing or dismantling the talisman, the power of winning this talisman must not be weaker than that of the Purple Fireworks Phoenix Talisman.

Not to mention another talisman that is not weaker than the purple flame phoenix talisman, even if there is another purple flame phoenix talisman, Zhai Rong felt that his soul was in danger of backlash.

Master Fu was backfired due to excessive consumption of his soul. At the least, the soul was damaged, and at the worst, he fell directly into the realm and never had the chance to be immortal again.

So, if you continue to compare, for Zhairong, you really have to share the same fate with your life.

"Old Zhai, it is not worth it to give up his own path to monks for the sake of the Tian lineage."

When Feng Lianggong left, he suddenly turned to Zhai Rong and said.

"Xie Lianggong's nephew cares. The head of the family has a kindness to me, and it doesn't matter whether it's worth it."

Despite his hesitation, Zhairong still answered without hesitation.

"Second, you are just a defeated man under someone else, so how can you say this?"

Sang Wuyin's eldest disciple Xie Mingxuan walked onto the platform.

Compared to Feng Lianggong, Xie Mingxuan's hostility towards Zhairong was unconcealed as soon as he appeared.

"My junior brother, I, a loser, look forward to my senior brother's next performance."

Feng Lianggong seemed to be indifferent.

Xie Mingxuan's appearance means that as Sang Xiaoman had previously guessed, Sang Wuyin did not care about defeating Zhai Lao, but hoped to consume the other party's soul bit by bit.

What he wants is not only the winner of the Danshu Club, but also the entire Tianzi lineage without any chance of turning over.

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"In the last round, Sang Wuyin's side was defeated, and his eldest disciple Xie Mingxuan took over the battle."

The nameless old man from the ancestral hall appeared on the platform again.

After saying that, he looked at Zhairong and said:

"If there is no objection, continue to throw copper coins and decide who will draw the talisman."

"none……"

"etc."

Zhai Rong nodded, and was about to agree but was interrupted by Sang Xiaoman behind him.

"Miss, are you?"

He looked at Sang Xiaoman in confusion.

"Old Zhai, you can rest in this round, and change yourself."

Sang Xiaoman said.

"Rest...rest, Miss, this is the Danshu Club, it's not a joke."

Zhairong said in surprise.

"I have no joke. Even if I lose the Danshu Club, I can't let you risk the risk of being damaged or even falling into the realm."

Sang Xiaoman insisted firmly on his eyes.

"Miss, I have no regrets even if I die! Even if I try my last breath, I will never give up the ancestral talisman of the Tianzi lineage."

Zhai Rong's tone was quite tragic.

In fact, he also thought so. Even if he was fighting for the danger of falling into the realm, he would still have to fight for Sang Xiaoman. In his plan, he would at least force Sang Wuyin out.

"Old Zhai, the important thing in the Tian lineage is not the ancestor talisman, nor the position of the head of this family, but you."

Sang Xiaoman looked at Zhai Rong seriously and said.

Sang Xiaoman had long thought about the worst result of the Danshu Club. In her opinion, the lost ancestral talisman and the lost inheritance can be regained, but these living people can never be saved if they die.

"But no one can change us."

Zhairong said helplessly.

"Miss, I know your strength very well, but I must not go on now. They just made up their minds to drag you down!"

He immediately continued as if he had thought of something.

In his opinion, Sang Xiaoman is the only candidate who can replace him on his side now.

"Not me."

Sang Xiaoman shook his head, then pointed to Chu Cheng and Sui Wei standing beside him:

"It's them."

Seeing that it was Chu Cheng and Sui Wei, Zhai Rong immediately frowned and whispered to Sang Xiaoman into the secret passage:

"Miss, didn't you say that these two people were suspicious?"

If we only talk about strength, these two clan elders do have the power to fight, but the identities of these two are too suspicious and they are very likely to have been bribed by Sang Wuyin.

"If Mr. Zhai is willing to believe me, do what I said."

Sang Xiaoman's eyes were very confident.

"Have you discussed it? Should I change the person or not?"

Just as Zhai Rong was wandering, the nameless old man in the ancestral temple next to him suddenly spoke and urged.

"Well, please listen to the lady's order."

Zhairong finally sighed and agreed.

"Substitution, I'll withdraw this game."

He said a little uneasy.

"Who will replace it?"

The nameless old man in the ancestral hall turned to look at Sang Xiaoman.

"This game was replaced by the old Mr. Sui Wei, the old man of Baozi, to replace the old man with Zhai."

Sang Xiaoman pointed to Sui Wei beside him.

Hearing this, the nameless old man in the ancestral hall nodded and then said aloud:

"In this round of Zhairong withdraws, the elder of the Baozi clan, Sui Wei, fought against Xie Mingxuan, the Hezi clan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the cultivators watching the battle on the Wuyun Tower were in an uproar again.

Many people don’t understand why Zhai Rong, who almost crushed Feng Lianggong in the last game, voluntarily withdrew.

"It seems that the purple fireworks phoenix talisman has greatly damaged the soul of the talisman master. Zhai Rong will continue to fight, which is likely to damage himself."

Zhang Wuji guessed.

"But there is no reason to quit like this."

Xie Xuanchen was puzzled.

"The problem should be with those two clan elders. Let's take a look first. No matter what, this trip is worth it for me [31 Novel Network Update Quickly]."

Wen Huazi smiled and said.

While these people were talking, Sang Wuyin and Ma Yu were also a little confused.

"I thought Sang Xiaoman was not going to release these two people. He was seeking medical treatment in a hurry?"

Ma Yu whispered.

"I probably can't find a better way. If I don't want Zhai Rong to be exhausted, I can only do this."

Sang Wuyin sneered.

"Actually, even if these two people don't have corpse god Gu, they are not Ming Xuan's opponents. If they deal with them, Sang Xiaoman is really alone."

Ma Yu said.

"But in the end, I still let Na Zhairong breathe. After the Danshu Club is over, I'm afraid you and I will have a hard fight."

Sang Wuyin still said a little dissatisfied.

"As long as we get the inheritance of the Sang family, these people will be irrelevant. And if we don't have to do it, the Immortal Alliance will definitely attack you with all their might, and they will not be able to escape."

Ma Yu shook his head and said.

"With that being said, the word "Tian" is endless, and I can't sleep for a day."

Sang Wuyin said in a cold voice.

Just as the two of them were talking, on the side of the platform, the nameless old man in the ancestral hall had already thrown copper coins.

"In this round, Sui Wei painted the talisman and Xie Mingxuan dismantled the talisman."

This time, it was finally Sang Xiaoman's turn to draw talismans on the side.
Chapter completed!