At this moment, everyone on the stage was resting. Wudang Taoist Temple was not far from the stage. In their square formation, Wang Jiema was naturally the leader.

As the master of the spectator, Fatty Wang seemed to be calm and felt like he was sure to win. Zhang Qingfeng, Li Mingyue, Zhao Qiuju and other disciples were all standing in front, with nervous expressions on his face. The reason was very simple. First, their next opponent was Yang Chunguan, and second, Wang Chunlan, Yuan Xiaoxiao and others were all tired.

Although the competition with Ren Jie and Ren Ting won before, it really consumed a lot of true energy when making magic weapons. At their age, even if they drink alcohol every day to replenish true energy, how much can they replenish?

Looking at the fatigue on Wang Chunlan and the others' faces, Li Mingyue said worriedly: "In a while, the game will begin... This game is crucial... But they can't recover in such a short time..."

"That's not... In such a short time, we will face Yangchunguan soon. What should we do..." This time, Zhang Qingfeng spoke. As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at the calm and relaxed Fatty Wang and said, "Senior Brother Guan, why are you not worried at all..."

"What's there to worry about? The winner is a certainty..." Fatty Wang said calmly.

"The victory or defeat is a certainty..." Zhao Qiuju immediately felt energetic and said, "Statistics master, what you mean is that we will definitely win this time..."

"Wuliang Tianzun, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed... I will know it at that time..." Fatty Wang said with a mysterious look on his face.

"Bad..." Li Mingyue wanted to say 'nonsense', but after saying a word, he swallowed the word behind it. Li Mingyue frowned and said, "Master, what is the juncture of this?... Any situation in the end, please tell me quickly, don't let us worry..."

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed... All this has been in my calculations long ago, so don't worry..." Wang Jie said calmly.

"In the calculation..." Zhang Qingfeng said curiously: "Senior brother, what have you calculated..."

"It's not to say...it's not to say..." Wang Jie said mysteriously again.

"Okay, okay... Senior Brother Guanzhu has never been like this, so don't ask him... When we fight, we will naturally do our best and will never lose the face of Wudang Taoist Temple and Master..." Seeing that Wang Jie always did this, Zhao Qing said directly.

When he was in England, Wang Jie was so virtuous, he was already used to it anyway.

"That's right!" Wang Chunlan also said seriously: "We will definitely do our best later and we will definitely not embarrass Master and Wudang Taoist Temple!"

"Yes! We will definitely win!" The little girl Mu Huayi also came. Seeing everyone fighting on the spot, the little girl was dazzled. Seeing Li Mingyue and the others worried, she also quickly helped.

"But..." Li Mingyue originally wanted to say, 'But the opponent is waiting for the effort, and we have no chance of winning at all', but when he said that it was too much of an impact on his morale, he still didn't say it.

On the other side, Dao Ren Lu was facing seven disciples who participated in the competition. Their square formations seemed to be full of energy and spirit, and they were definitely not Wudang Taoist Temple, full of worry. It can be seen that they were all full of confidence in this competition.

Even the seven disciples who participated in the competition were full of confidence.

Even so, Dao Ren Lu must not cheer them up and said, "The real formation used by Wudang Dao Temple is the Eight-Polar Array, not the Eight Trigrams Array. But you don't have to worry. The abbot has already said in his faith that even if Wudang Dao Temple has prepared exquisite formations, their vitality has been greatly damaged in the previous game, and it is absolutely impossible for them to recover so quickly. So, in this game, we will definitely win!"

Although it is not convenient for Mr. Lu to step down and guide his disciples, he can finally send a text message to Daoren Lu. However, in Mr. Lu's opinion, they will definitely win this game, so they don't need any guidance. Although the key to victory or defeat is the cooperation of the formation, the formation needs true energy to control. Without strong true energy, how to control the formation.

The seven disciples of Yangchun Temple nodded immediately and said one by one: "Please rest assured, my uncle, I will not disappoint my teacher and uncle! That's right, my disciples will never lose the face of Yangchun Temple! Please rest assured, my uncle, my uncle, my uncle will definitely win! My uncle will definitely win! My uncle will definitely win! My uncle will definitely win! My uncle will definitely win! My uncle will definitely win!

Seeing that they were full of confidence, Daoren Lu nodded with satisfaction and said, "We can definitely win in Yangchun Temple! We have only one opponent, that is Baimei Palace! When we fight with Wudang Taoist Temple later, no matter what the competition is, you don't need to be polite! Take action and defeat them directly!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"…The seven disciples said immediately.

Time passed by little by little, and twenty minutes passed. Yuan Zhenren on the stage thought that the rest time was almost over. She coughed gently and said, "The rest time is almost over. Let's start now..."

When a disciple standing on the stage heard what Yuan Zhenren said, he immediately picked up the microphone and shouted loudly at the audience: "The rest time has come. Please ask the disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple and Yangchun Temple to gather in the audience!"

Hearing this voice, the disciples on both sides immediately stepped out of the street and walked downstairs. They were not far from the stands and arrived soon.

Seeing them coming, Yuan Zhenren said, "Fellow Daoist Lü, the person has arrived. Let's draw lots now."

Before, Zhenren Lu had always drawn lots, and even if it was against this goal, he did not avoid suspicion. After all, Baimei Palace did not avoid suspicion, so why would he be polite? Besides, he couldn't tell which note in these small balls were all.

Zhenren Lu nodded slightly, pulled out a small ball from the box, and after opening it, he immediately recited: "Tactics!"

Talisman art is the basic of Taoism. Using formations to activate talismans is a good way to enhance the power of talismans.

Zhenren Lu then handed the note to Zhenren Yuan. After Yuan Zhenren read it, he handed it to Zhang Yu casually.

Zhang Yu confirmed it, there was indeed no problem, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Under the stands, there was a disciple of Baimei Palace responsible for supervision. When the disciple heard the shouting on the stage, he said directly: "The rule of talisman technique is that the disciples on both sides use formations to generate the power of talismans. It is mainly a confrontation between the Furious Wind Talisman or Fire Talisman. In the end, you need to make a lottery decision. The talisman paper on both sides is the same and is provided by Baimei Palace. Now, please send representatives to the two sides to decide who will draw lots."

"No need, let them go and draw. Anyway, everything is the same!" Wang Chunlan said directly, even the disciples of the Wudang Taoist Temple could not stand up on the other side, so she said.

She was right, she chose one of two talisman techniques, and both sides used this to compete. Whether it was the Fire Talisman or the Fierce Wind Talisman, it was the same for them, so in her opinion, there was no need to draw.
Chapter completed!