Three Kingdoms: I am the Holy Son of the Yellow Turbans, my father is a wise and good teacher

As night fell, the moonlight sprinkled on the earth like water. Wang Yue stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the window of the little Taoist priest's room in the inn.

Two hours had passed, and he had been paying close attention to the little Taoist priest's every move.

Finally, when he saw the little Taoist priest turn off the lights and fall asleep, Wang Yue quietly left the window and went to report the situation to Zhang Fu.

Of course, before leaving, Wang Yue also specially arranged for Shi A and other masters to continue to monitor the little Taoist priest's movements.

Wang Yue respectfully reported to Zhang Fu: "My lord, this little Taoist priest did not do anything special. After returning to the inn, he went straight back to his room to rest. The whole process was alone, without anyone traveling together."

Wang Yue was full of curiosity about this little Taoist priest. Although his swordsmanship was only first-class, the temperament he exuded was different from others.

Yao Guangxiao then added: "My Lord, this little Taoist priest uses the Seven Star Sword, which is one of the eight great swords of Taoism! The fact that he can own such a sword shows that his status in Taoism should be quite high."

Yao Guangxiao is knowledgeable and talented, especially in Taoism and Taoism, which is the field he first studied.

Zhang Fu nodded and said he understood.

He ordered: "Okay, then continue to monitor them. When the competition is over, we will naturally know their true purpose." After that, Zhang Fu fell into deep thought, secretly thinking about the secrets hidden behind the little Taoist priest.

Wang Yue and Yao Guangxiao looked at each other and then quietly withdrew.

They knew Zhang Fu's wisdom and insight, and believed that as long as they waited for the right time, everything would come to light.

At the same time, they would continue to closely monitor the movements of the little Taoist priest to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

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After several days of fierce competition, the top ten list was finally decided: Zhao Yun, Xu Chu, Gan Ning, Zhou Tai, He Man, Chen Dao, Zhang Baiqi, Zhang Yan, Xu Ding and Chen Qing Ling.

Next, they will start a more intense ranking battle.

Jiang Qin ranked 13th and Su Fei ranked 12th.

Li Tong was unlucky. He encountered a strong opponent Zhang Yan in the promotion match and was defeated in the end, ranking only 11th.

The competition in this game was extremely fierce, and each player showed extraordinary strength and courage.

However, only the strongest can stand out and become the final winner.

The remaining ten players including Zhao Yun will continue to fight and continue to compete for higher honors.

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The ten contestants took turns to draw lots to decide their opponents, and the first match will be between He Man and Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, please teach me!" Zhao Yun held the Longdan silver spear tightly in his hand and stepped onto the arena with steady steps. He was upright and his eyes were firm, revealing an unstoppable momentum.

He Man was not to be outdone and responded loudly: "He Man!" Then, he held the iron fork tightly in his hand and faced Zhao Yun fearlessly.

The two sides quickly clashed, and for a while, the arena was full of flashes of swords and shadows, and the sound of metal collisions was endless.

Zhao Yun's spearmanship was like a storm, swift and fierce, and each strike contained powerful power.

He Man relied on the might of the iron fork to resist Zhao Yun's attack, but he was obviously at a disadvantage.

After more than a dozen rounds, Zhao Yun seized the opportunity and stabbed out with a spear. He Man's defense was instantly broken, and he was defeated helplessly. He Man sighed and walked off the arena with a frustrated look.

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"Next match, Zhang Yan vs. Zhou Tai!" As the referee's announcement fell, Zhang Yan rushed towards Zhou Tai like a gust of wind with a spear in his hand.

His eyes were firm and sharp, and the spear in his hand flashed with cold light. Seeing this, Zhou Tai immediately swung his sword to block the attack.

The two of them fought back and forth, and for a while, the field was dusty, and the swords and swords crossed, making people dazzled.

Every confrontation made a crisp collision sound, as if it could shatter people's eardrums.

Zhang Yan's spear skills were sharp, and every move was fatally threatening, while Zhou Tai's sword skills were steady, and his defense was airtight, making it difficult for Zhang Yan to find a flaw.

"Good!" The audience in the audience was excited and cheered.

They widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss any wonderful moment.

More than 20 rounds passed, and the two sides were still tied.

However, at this moment, Zhou Tai suddenly revealed a flaw, and Zhang Yan seized the opportunity and picked up his sword with a spear. After Zhou Tai lost his weapon, he could only jump off the stage in a panic.

"Good!" Thunderous applause rang out from the audience again.

After Zhou Tai fell to the ground, he quickly stood up and shook his head, seeming a little unwilling.

He glanced at Zhang Yan on the stage, then walked back to his seat silently.

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The referee walked up and shouted: "Next, Gan Ning vs. Chen Qing Ling!"

As the referee announced, the audience cheered loudly. Every match between these two people was very exciting.

Especially Chen Qing Ling, who was wearing a green Taoist robe and holding the Seven Star Sword. With his appearance and temperament, his popularity can be said to be ranked in the top three.

"Please teach me!" Gan Ning clenched the armor knife in his hand and looked at Chen Qing Ling with a firm look. Then he flashed and killed Chen Qing Ling directly.

Chen Qing Ling smiled slightly and whispered something in his mouth, as if he was chanting some kind of spell.

Then, the Seven Star Sword in his hand suddenly burst into green flames, and the sword body flashed with mysterious light, making the surrounding air hot.

"What is that!" Gan Ning widened his eyes and showed surprise on his face.

He didn't expect Chen Qing Ling to have such a trick. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He instantly stepped back a few steps, trying to avoid the burning green flames.

However, the fire grew bigger and bigger, enveloping the entire arena in a sea of ​​fire.

Gan Ning gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "How can we fight when the fire starts to come out during the fight?"

But he did not retreat, but continued to wave the armored knife in his hand and launched a fierce confrontation with Chen Qingling.

The two of them fought back and forth, neither of them giving in.

Gan Ning's swordsmanship was fierce and sharp, while Chen Qingling responded with flexible and changeable swordsmanship, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

However, as time went on, the Seven Star Sword in Chen Qingling's hand became more and more powerful, and the blue flames continued to rise, forming a powerful aura.

After more than 30 rounds, Gan Ning gradually felt powerless, and his movements began to slow down, while Chen Qingling took the opportunity to launch a series of fierce attacks.

Finally, Gan Ning was hit by Chen Qingling's sword and fell to the ground.

Gan Ning jumped off the arena with an unwilling look on his face. He clenched his fists and his eyes were full of anger.

He knew that he was unwilling to lose, but he had no choice. The result of this game was already determined, and he could only accept the reality.