Mortal Bones

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, hold on, the competition hasn't started yet, anything is possible!"

Chu Tiancheng began to comfort her while transferring his true energy to her.

"Amitabha, Xiaoxiao Donor, you have to think this way, if Taiping Donor wins, what you will earn is not just a penny, but tens or even millions of gold and fine money."

Seeing this, Monk Chongde smiled and comforted him.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaoxiao woke up on the spot, and then said excitedly:

"That's right, if you lose, you'll be kicked out of the palace, but if you win, you'll be rich and don't have to marry!"

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at the same time.

Zhenwutian, Qingxuanzong, Youxuanju.

The disciples from the Seven Peaks, as well as Lin Buyu and Xu Ziyan from the Sixth Peak, gathered together again.

In order to save gold and fine money, they now only open the spiritual mirror when there is a competition with Xu Taiping.

"Second senior brother, Taiping's opponent this time is the monk from Juemingtian, right?"

Zhao Linglong held her chin in her hands and looked expectantly at the spiritual mirror on the stone table that was magnified to be even larger than the stone table.

"Well, it's the young master of Juemingtian Guangling Pavilion, his name is Mu Yun."

Dugu Qingxiao, who was pouring the gold essence money into the spiritual mirror, nodded and replied.

"I asked Huang Que from Jiufu yesterday. He said that Mu Yun, the young master of Guangling Pavilion, has extremely high cultivation skills. It will be very difficult for Taiping to deal with this situation."

Xu Ziyan also pulled Lin Buyu to sit down at the table.

"Anyway, junior brother, he has already won one game. It doesn't matter if he loses this one, as long as he can come back safely."

Zhao Linglong and other fellow disciples were much more relaxed watching the battle today than last time.

"Yes, yes, I see my junior brother."

At this time, Zhao Linglong, who had been staring closely at the spirit mirror, suddenly shouted in surprise.

When everyone heard the sound, they all looked towards the spiritual mirror on the table.

Immediately, they saw a very familiar figure appear in the picture displayed by the spiritual mirror - Xu Taiping.

At this moment, Xu Taiping was standing on the east side of the Golden Scale Platform with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly waiting for the deacon in white from Youyun Mansion to recite the precepts of the Golden Scale Platform.

Soon, the recitation ended, and the deacon in white flew away from the golden scale platform.

For a moment, Zhao Linglong and others, who were originally in a relaxed mood, could not help but become nervous.

"boom!……"

The tension in everyone's heart suddenly reached its extreme as the wall of sword energy exploded on the golden scale platform.

"Whoosh!"

Just like in previous competitions, the moment the sword energy wall shattered, the figures of Xu Taiping and Mu Yun flew towards each other.

But before the two parties could get closer, everyone saw Mu Yun suddenly swing his sleeve and throw something out of his sleeve.

Just as everyone was wondering what Mu Yun had thrown out of his sleeve, seven or eight natives transformed from soil suddenly surrounded Xu Taiping.

"boom!"

Xu Taiping smashed a native with one punch.

But immediately, other natives surrounded him, and the shattered native returned to his human form.

"This is an earth-moving technique, turning earth into a weapon. As expected, this handful of earth is also a treasure."

Seeing this scene, Dugu Qingxiao's expression suddenly became serious.

"bass!"

At the same time that Xu Taiping was blocked by the group of natives, Mu Yun suddenly drew his sword and shouted:

"The sword follows the shadow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of sword shadows flew out, surrounding Xu Taiping from all directions.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, as Mu Yun swung the long knife in his hand, the shadows of the knife that were originally suspended in the air suddenly slashed at Xu Taiping below.

"boom!"

As dozens of sword shadows fell in unison, Xu Taiping's body-protecting Qi shattered in response, and he finally relied on his body to withstand the blow.

"The art of transforming earth into a weapon, and the shadow of the sword that followed it, made Xu Taiping's boxing skills completely useless. He was figured out by the young master of Guangling Pavilion!"

Dugu Qingxiao said nervously at this time.

"boom!"

Just when Xu Taiping was staggered by the knife just now, the several native bodies that originally rushed towards him suddenly exploded and then turned into mud, covering Xu Taiping's body.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Taiping's entire body had turned into a pottery figurine and stood there, completely unable to move.

"bass!"

At the same time, Guangling Pavilion Mu Yun held the long sword in his hands and descended from the sky. With a sword that had been prepared for a long time, he slashed at Xu Taiping below with extremely fierce force.

"Oops!"

Nervous Zhao Linglong stood up.

"Uh-huh!"

As a sound broke through the air, a bright sword light passed through the body of Xu Taiping, who had turned into a pottery figurine.

With a "click" sound, a long knife mark appeared on the pottery figurine, running from the forehead to the lower abdomen.

"Little Master...Brother..."

Zhao Linglong stood there blankly, unable to accept it for a while.

The other Seven Peaks disciples also had expressions of disbelief on their faces, staring unblinkingly at the scene in the spiritual mirror in front of them.

"boom!"

At this time, the young master of Guangling Pavilion landed on the ground, and the pottery figurines in front of him exploded to pieces.

But the next moment, there was a look of fear in his eyes.

Because there is nothing in the pottery figurines.

Before Mu Yun could make an adjustment, a fist shadow fell from the sky and hit him hard on the head.

"boom!"

Amidst the huge earthquake, Mu Yun fell down, and his head was pressed hard by the shadow of the fist and hit the golden scale platform.

"It's... it's a clone. The terracotta figurine just wrapped Taiping's clone!"

Dugu Qingxiao, who had been confused, finally reacted at this time.

Everyone was surprised when they saw this.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, Mu Yun, who was knocked to the ground by Xu Taiping's punch, suddenly rose up with a green light around him, and pushed away the fist shadow pressing on him.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!..."

But the next moment, accompanied by a violent blood and qi fluctuation, a burst of air explosion sounded, and a series of fist shadows flashing with lightning, as Xu Taiping's muscular arms swung wildly, kept hitting Mu Yun on the ground.

Great Sage Fist, Thunder Style.