Guan Tianyue and others were standing below, but they didn't know what they were talking about on the stage, but judging from the expressions on everyone's faces, it was not very bad.

In the following time, the leaders of the major sects communicated with each other for a while, and then they said that they would start fighting among their disciples and go to the West after the decisive victory.

Before that, the head of Zhongnan Mountain said that this time he went there to make up his own life and death. If some disciples of the mountain sect do not know the current affairs and insist on going out, then no one will sympathize with him even if he dies.

And this time, the younger generation of disciples were all young, who put on suits and tie and pretended to be entrepreneurs.

But those old Taoists will not do it at all. First, they are inconvenient to speak and communicate, and second, they are prone to expose their targets.

Because the Taoist is old, he looks like a fairy-like figure. He can immediately discover it whenever he stops.

Xiao Yu has a paper soul on his body, and the other party can give him a different mask, so Xiao Yu is still very confident.

Besides, I have never been out of China since I grew up, and now I have gained some knowledge.

Speaking of Paper Soul, that guy Xiao Yu hasn't paid attention to it for a long time. The other party has been practicing skin painting skills now, which is a bit of experience.

When Xiao Yu was about to send the other party to Paper Soul City when he was in the underworld, he was in urgent need of time and did not go.

So next time I go to the underworld, I still have to go there.

"I don't know if Wu Xuan can go to Paper Soul City. If he can help Paper Soul find some practice techniques, I'm too lazy to go there!"

Xiao Yu muttered to himself, and then he began to communicate with Wu Xuan in the ancient jade.

"Paper Soul is in a remote village in the northwest. I heard from my subordinates that there are powerful people. A guy named Paper Soul Emperor is in charge and no one is allowed to get close to that area!

I'll think of a way to see if I can get in."

Wu Xuan said in a voice transmission to Xiao Yu.

"Don't force it. The Paper Soul Emperor should be a powerful person. You must not provoke the other party. If it doesn't work, wait until I go and visit it."

Wu Xuan's clone and Xiaoqiang have been away for a long time and have successfully taken over the position of the Lord of Baishan Palace. Someone came to cause trouble at that time, but they were all scared away by Wu Xuan, so they have been quite quiet recently.

In addition, Wu Xuan and the judge knew each other, so they would take care of each other.

"Next, Taishan disciple Fat Dun, come on the field to compete."

The battle has begun below. The disciples of Xuanmen stepped forward and competed with the two mountain gates. The winner can go. There is another chance to fail.

Guan Tianyue’s first time comparing with the disciples of Wudang Mountain. Of course, the other party still won, but the disciples of Wudang are not weak, and the leader sees it.

The disciple of Taishan named Fatun is the fat man Xiao Yu knew.

Xiao Yu didn't know why the other master gave him such a name. Anyway, Fatun said that his master had called him that since he was a child, and he was already used to it.

"Here, I'm here."

As soon as the sloppy Taoist's voice fell, the fat man's voice sounded in the crowd, and then the other party was wearing an oversized vest and ran out like Maitreya Buddha, causing dull sounds on the ground.

Xiao Yu stood on the top, looking at the other person's funny look, and couldn't help but laugh.

The one who fought with the fat man was an Emei female disciple who was very pretty and was not of the same level as the fat man's big guy.

"Amitabha....."

The Emei disciple raised his eyebrows and said with a frosty face.

Perhaps in the eyes of Emei disciples, like fat people, who like hippies and smiles, they are not good at first sight.

The fat man flipped his hands and two huge hammers appeared beside him, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The two hammers are big, one is the size of a bucket. The two are combined, which is estimated to be more than 100 kilograms. Compared with the wooden fish of Emei disciples, it is really a witch.

But the magic weapon is not measured by its size, so the Emei disciples just shook their eyelids and did not retreat.

“Look at the trick…”

The Emei disciple jumped, his body as light as a swallow, his body was bright and golden. The wooden fish in his hand was knocked by the other party.

Above the wooden fish, circles of yellow scriptures turned into a aperture and fell from the sky, as if to cover the fat man in it.

"My fat man takes action, but he wants to see blood."

The fat man grabbed the hammer and then began to rotate. The huge hammer was swinging, and it seemed to have no weight.

When the yellow scriptures fell, they were hit by a sledgehammer and flew towards both sides, and some of them were directly disintegrated.

Looking at Fatty again, he was waving the hammer with his physical strength only, and there was no magical fluctuation on his body.

Seeing this, the Emei disciple's expression changed slightly, but she still did not retreat. She held the wooden fish in one hand and quickly took out a lotus withered with the other hand. She waved the lotus at the fat man with one hand. The lotus suddenly withered and turned into petals, wrapping it towards the fat man.

"Yeah, it's not bad. I know that using softness to overcome hardness, this girl is delicate."

Zhuge nodded with satisfaction, and the other leaders seemed to have the same feeling.

The petals flew, and when they approached the fat man, they began to grow gradually. Each petal became like a piece of silk, and the fat man's hammer hit it, like a stone cow entering the sea, without letting the other party retreat at all.

The fat man seemed to have noticed danger. When his body moved, a white light surged out of his body and directly entered the hammer in his hand.

"Look at the hammer..."

As soon as the spirit light entered the hammer, Fat Dun shouted loudly, lifted the hammer and threw it out to the Emei disciples.

But at the same time, a petal also wrapped the fat man in it.

Judging from the current situation, Fatten lost because he was wrapped in petals, while the Emei disciple could avoid the attack of the hammer.

"The result is coming!"

Zhuge said with a smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhuge seems to have no confidence in my beloved disciple."

An old man with black face touched his beard with a very complacent expression on his face.

He is Fatten’s master and the head of Mount Tai. Xiao Yu has seen him many times and is very familiar with the other party.

"Oh, is there still room for flip?"

Zhuge raised his eyebrows and obviously didn't believe it.

In fact, Xiao Yu also thought that Fatton lost because the hammer thrown by the other party had been avoided by the Emei disciples, and the other party had rushed towards Fatton again.

"You lost..."

The Emei disciple looked at Fatun, threw out the wooden stick that hit the wooden fish, and smashed it down at Fatun.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily the case. I have a hammer."

Boom...

As soon as the mallet approached, the fat man stepped hard on the ground, and another hammer under his feet flew up and hit the mallet.

Under the impact, the mallet was knocked away directly, while the fat man's hammer was still spinning on the spot, looking like a gyro.

"Break it for me..."

The other party was forced to retreat, and Fatty immediately shouted loudly, and his body began to swell like a balloon, directly supporting the petals that bound him.

Puchi...
Chapter completed!