Villain: I am not good at fighting.

The red-clothed man from the Demon Flame Sect turned around and stared at her. His look was full of doubt and different from what Liu Muqing expected.

Shouldn't he be angry and refuse to admit defeat and continue fighting?

If you can't beat them, just call for help. Daotian Sect has Sun Changxing, so doesn't his Moyan Sect have a similar character?

“Fellow Daoists from the Demon Flame Sect, if you are not convinced, you can just find someone to fight with Junior Brother Changxing. The odds are 1 to 4, and there is no deception.

Oh, and everyone who is watching in the void, if you are interested, you can come in. Sun Changxing of Daotianmen is waiting for you here. "

"Uncle Zixian?"

Sun Changxing didn't understand Xuan Zixian's intention at all, and his spiritual consciousness conveyed doubts.

"My nephew Changxing, I just watched your swordsmanship. It is perfect and perfect. It can be said that it has reached the limit of Changhe swordsmanship, but..."

Liu Muqing paused deliberately, and continued in a very concise tone:

"Your success is due to the Changhe Sword Skill, and your failure is also due to the Changhe Sword Skill. You should not be restricted by the Changhe Sword Skill. You deserve a stronger sword intent."

Liu Muqing was a layman when it came to swordsmanship, but she was adept at the broad and abstract principles of cultivating immortals.

After all, he was a fish that escaped the net after being disciplined by the heavenly calamity. He suffered from his lack of vision and had been obsessed with the Daotianmen Scripture Pavilion for many years.

She dared not leak a single word of the experience and insights of her predecessors.

Although these principles may not necessarily be useful and are confusing and require a great deal of understanding from the disciples, they are basically not likely to go wrong.

"Stronger sword intent... Is Master Zixian giving me some advice?"

Sun Changxing suppressed his excitement and took a serious attitude.

"Please give me some advice, Uncle Zixian. Changxing will be very grateful!"

"A grain of sand can transform into countless worlds, a blade of grass can cut off the sun, moon and stars, the realm above is indescribable, only you can experience it yourself.

Uncle Master, I want you to keep fighting, to comprehend in battle, to grasp that spiritual light, which is more important to you than entering the Monument of All Thoughts."

Liu Muqing was doing two things at once, counting the thoughts she had just obtained from the Nine Infants Boy, and found that it was much faster than robbing, bah! than borrowing thoughts.

"Uncle Zixian, can you explain it in more detail?"

Sun Changxing felt confused, but there was also a vague feeling of unknown thoughts rising.

"Every knife is different. The path I have walked may not be suitable for you. You must learn to walk your own path."

"Disciple has learned the lesson!"

Sun Changxing took a deep breath and immersed himself in recalling the battle just now, wondering where his swordsmanship could be improved.

He needs to fight, needs more fights!

The young boy is teachable, and he deserves to be the first in the sect competition, Liu Muqing secretly admired him in her heart.

Sun Changxing was much easier to fool than Li Longxing and Dai Peng, so he turned his attention to the people from Moyan Sect and others.

"Everyone from the Demon Flame Sect, who is the first in your sect competition, why don't you come and fight with Junior Brother Changxing?"

"Senior Xuan Zixian, we are convinced of our defeat."

The man in red heard clearly what Liu Muqing said to the Nine-Infant Boy just now. Xuan Zixian’s attitude was the same as Daotianmen’s attitude.

The man in red now just wants to leave as soon as possible to ensure that the Demon Flame Gate can remain unscathed in the next plan.

"Well, you're convinced?"

How can you accept this? I have worked so hard to get the game together, and if you back down, how can I encourage others to place bets?

Liu Muqing was very angry. The smile on her face disappeared and the Taiyin Xuan Qi that she unconsciously released caused the temperature around her to drop.

"Are you sure?"

This time it was the man in red's turn to be confused. What did Daotian Sect mean? Moyan Sect had already made concessions, so why didn't they give up?

"Senior Zixian, why do you have to embarrass us? We are only following our master's orders..."

The man in red was about to confess part of his plan in order to gain Daotianmen's trust and cover up a deeper plan.

Just at this moment, a streak of bright white light came from the horizon, like a star streaking across the night sky.

"Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Meng Qi, I have come to ask for advice from Daotianmen Sun Changxing!"

"It's him, Jingxian Sword, Meng Qi!"

Li Longxing, Dai Peng and others all showed surprised eyes. The moment Liu Muqing sensed the appearance of this person, more people around him paid attention to him than before.

It’s good that someone comes to fight, at least this game will not be over.

"Get lost, what a bullshit master's order, can your master beat my master?"

His tone was full of disdain. With the arrival of a new challenger, Liu Muqing lost interest in the people from the Demon Flame Sect and immediately left them behind and ran to the man named Meng Qi.

This man was tall and handsome, wearing a sable hat on his head and seemed to be bald, with a long sword more than three feet long on his back.

Jingxianjian, Meng Qi, is of a different family from the Ziji Divine Mansion. His maiden family is from the Ziji Divine Mansion. When he was in the Jindan stage, he was assassinated by the Xueyi Divine Cult due to a family dispute.

After being missing for thirty years, he returned as a Nascent Soul cultivator. To avenge his parents, he caused a big disturbance in the Ziji Divine Mansion, and killed a late Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword with his early Nascent Soul cultivation level.

He then left the Ziji Divine Mansion and entered the Kunlun Heavenly Palace. In the sect competition, he defeated the immortal Miao Li Yan, who possessed the aura of an immortal, and became famous.

"Meng Qi, there are two rules. First, the area is limited to 50 miles.

Second, if you lose, you must hand over all your thoughts. Do you have any objections?"

Liu Muqing's voice was enhanced by her spiritual consciousness, ensuring that those who were watching could also hear it clearly.

"No problem, let's get started!"

Meng Qi was very generous. He took off his mink hat, took out a storage bag from it and threw it to Liu Muqing. His quality was unexpectedly high.

Moreover, his head was not bald under the mink hat, but had a layer of light black hair, which made him look very energetic.

"Don't be impatient. Fighting in the ring will definitely bring you fame and fortune. Wait a moment and I will help you become famous."

Liu Muqing comforted Meng Qi, who was full of fighting spirit, and then flew high into the sky, with his spiritual consciousness trembling and his voice resounding through the clouds.

"My master, Immortal Chi Hong, from Daotian Sect, and his disciple Sun Changxing, are inviting heroes from all sides to fight. They are the pride of heaven.

The ones who are about to fight are Kunlun Tiangong, Jingxian Sword, and Meng Qi. Friends who are interested can come and place a bet. The minimum bet is fifty times, and there is no upper limit.

I guarantee in the name of my master that the competition will be fair, just and open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen figures appeared in the void, and there were even Jindan cultivators among them.

"So you are the disciple of Immortal Chi Hong. No wonder you hold the Hundred Taboos Order and have a spiritual weapon to protect you. I am willing to bet fifty on Sun Daoist to win!

Fang bets 300, and Brother Meng wins. Qian bets 100, and Brother Sun wins..."

In just a few words, the empty space in front of Liu Muqing was filled with thoughts again. Mi Rendao, who had previously bet on Sun Changxing to win, also placed a bet again.

This time he bet on the Jingxian Sword, and Meng Qi won.

Liu Muqing summoned the previous table and condensed a piece of ice to carve Meng Qi, with odds of 1 to 4, and Sun Changxing, with odds of 1 to 2.

Allowed to change votes, Li Longxing, Dai Peng and Hu Xingdan have become recorders.

Liu Muqing used Zhenbing to condense a large bell, and the melodious sound of the bell spread far away.

The battle begins!

"Junior apprentice brother Changxing, you must win, otherwise the reputation of our master will be ruined..."