Chu Cheng ignored the noise around him and just stood quietly on the side of the platform, waiting for the elders of the ancestral hall to announce the result.

But before the elder could come, Sang Wuyin, Ma Yu and his second disciple Feng Lianggong took the lead and landed on the platform.

"Old Chu, what a cruel method."

Feng Lianggong frowned and looked at Xie Mingxuan's damaged body on the ground, then stared at Chu Cheng coldly.

Although he and Xie Mingxuan don’t deal with each other very often, after all, the two of them have been so sad and angry that they can’t help but feel sad and angry when they see Xie Mingxuan die.

"Mr. Feng is so serious."

Chu Cheng raised his head and confronted the three people in front of him with extraordinary indifferent attitude.

"Just just now, when the burning characters were broken, Mr. Chu was sure to win. Why did he have to die in my eldest disciple?"

Sang Wuyin, who was beside him, shouted sadly with a heartbroken look.

The sound was only sad, and many monks heard it sore noses.

For a moment, the condemnation of Chu City sounded again around him.

Chu Cheng still seemed to have never heard of these condemnations.

He listened to Sang Wuyin's words, thought about it seriously, and then looked up at Sang Wuyin with a little embarrassedly and said:

"He is your eldest disciple after all, and I thought he could avoid it."

Although the sadness on Sang Wuyin's face was fake, and the purpose was to take the opportunity to get more information from Chu Cheng's mouth, he still felt that his lungs were about to burst into anger when he heard this sentence.

But he couldn't refute it.

At this moment, Sang Xiaoman and the elders of the ancestral temple arrived and landed on the platform of Qiyue.

"Uncle, what are you doing? I'll be asking for guilt?"

Sang Xiaoman stood beside Chucheng and pointed at Sang Wuyin without hesitation.

No matter who Chu Cheng’s true identity is, she is an extremely short-lived person. When she sees her own people being bullied, she can still stand by her own temperament and argue with the other party.

"My disciple died on this platform, can't I ask a few questions?"

Seeing that Sang Xiaoman pointed at him without any respect, Sang Wuyin was even more angry and immediately turned a stern face and retorted.

"A disciple who is useless will die if he dies. Uncle, do you think this life and death contract is a decoration? Or do you not take this alchemy seriously at all?"

Sang Xiaoman pointed to the life and death contract on the desk without showing any weakness.

"That's two different things!"

"Your disciple, you die and lose, this is one thing!"

"You are rude."

"It's better than you, uncle, who is here to rely on your seniority and pretend to behave! If you really feel sorry for your disciple, you should let him admit defeat early. I don't believe that with uncle's ability, you can see how strong that spring rain talisman is!"

"I can't help but talk nonsense, how could I watch my own disciple die?"

"You are wrong. You didn't watch it. You just asked your disciple to die."

“…”

In terms of clever words and arguments, Sang Wuyin naturally cannot be Sang Xiaoman's opponent.

Seeing Sang Xiaoman talking to Sang Wuyin as if he was speechless, Chu Cheng, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but grin.

But this smile became a dazzling mockery in Sang Wuyin's eyes.

"Old Chu, I hope you can still laugh in the next game."

Seeing that he could not find any useful information, Sang Wuyin glared at Chu Cheng coldly.

"Old Chu, you can still win the next game, right?"

Before Chu Cheng could answer, Sang Xiaoman asked Chu Chengdao beside him as if he was angry.

Chu Cheng looked at Sang Xiaoman, then looked at Sang Wuyin, then nodded, and said in a simple way:

"able."

"Arrogant!"

Compared to Sang Wuyin, Ma Yu was even more angry at this time, because he was the one who would play in the next game.

"It's just that I have learned some tricks of opportunism. Any skill is vulnerable in the realm of the soul and the level of the talisman."

He sneered.

Although he did not understand how Chu Cheng turned the talisman spiritual pattern into purple and gold, Ma Yu was still very confident in his strength.

Of course, he also has this confident capital. Among the elders of the eight tribes of the Sang family, whether in the realm of the soul or the number of high-level talismans he mastered, he was second only to Sang Bulun and Sang Wuyin. In the past few years, Sang Wuyin was inferior to him in terms of the power of the soul.

As the three of them stopped talking nonsense, they returned to the other side of the platform together.

"Old Ma, how sure are you sure about the talisman we mentioned before?"

Sang Wuyin asked in a low voice.

"Sixty percent."

Ma Yu hesitated for a moment and finally stretched out three fingers and said.

"Then use this talisman. In this game, Chu Cheng must die."

Sang Wuyin's tone was cold and authentic.

Not only did he win this Dan Shuhui Club in front of the Sang family, but he also had to win Sang Xiaoman's side had no power to fight back.

The atmosphere on Sang Xiaoman's side is much more relaxed.

Sang Xiaoman smiled and blinked at Chu Cheng, then went down from Qiyuetai directly, without explaining anything, as if he was relieved of him.

Then the elder of the ancestral hall walked calmly in the center of the platform and began to announce the winner of the previous round.

"In the last round, the So-character Mai Chu Chengsheng will continue to fight against the opponent Ma Yu, the old man of the Ho-character Mai clan, and now we will start throwing copper coins again and decide who will draw the talisman."

Although the dissatisfied voices around him came one after another, his voice still clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I only know that this spring rain talisman can be trapped in the fairy field, but I don't want it to be a killing weapon."

At this moment, Xie Xuanchen's mind was still floating in his mind with the scene of the raindrops falling just now.

"Brother Wuji and Senior Wen Huazi, who do you like in this game?"

He asked Zhang Wuji and Wen Huazi around him curiously, saying that he wanted to know what the two of them thought of Chu Cheng at this time. After all, they had never been optimistic about this person before.

"Although Chu Cheng performed amazingly in the first game, he had all the trump cards. I believe Mr. Ma was already prepared. Moreover, I have seen Mr. Ma's strength. Not to mention the talismans, just talking about the strength of the soul power, although both are in the realm of the two silences, even I am much weaker than him."

Although Wen Huazi didn't say it clearly, he was obviously more optimistic about Ma Yu and Ma being older.

"I'm more optimistic about that old Chu."

Zhang Wuji looked in the direction of Chu Cheng and smiled.

"Oh? Wuji, you talk about it, why are you more optimistic about Mr. Chu?"

Wen Huazi smiled.

"As soon as Chu Cheng appeared, he reversed the situation on Sang Xiaoman's side. It was obviously not a coincidence. It must have been arranged by Sang Xiaoman and the others in advance. Since this is the case, he could not have thought about how to deal with Ma Yu. Even if he couldn't pull Sang Wuyin off the horse, he would definitely take Ma Yu away and clear one more obstacle for Sang Xiaoman."

Zhang Wujidao.

In fact, in addition to this reason, he also had another reason that he didn't say it out loud, that is, he smelled the smell of Qiu Shui Yu Ye Li Yunsheng from Chu Cheng. He did not believe in Chu Cheng's strength, but he believed in Qiu Shui Yu Ye's ability.

"In this round, Ma Yu draws the talisman and Chucheng demolishes the talisman."

It was at this moment that the old man from the ancestral temple threw copper coins on the platform.
Chapter completed!