When Yuan Zhenren thought of this, she smiled on her face, but she didn't say anything. After all, this was a tacit matter.

She then said loudly: "The winner has been decided, and this game is the winner of Baimei Palace! Next, the final of the third and fourth place will be held first. After the final of the third and fourth place, the final will be the final! Now, all parties will take a break of twenty minutes first, and as soon as the time comes, the start will be!”

The disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion and the disciples of Baimei Palace in the audience returned to their own formation. The disciples of Baimei Palace were very happy and excited, and the disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion were not depressed at all. After all, being able to reach the semi-finals is already considered to have exceeded the task.

The reason why the disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion did this was naturally beneficial to Zhang Yu. When Zhang Yu returned to the stage, he sent a text message to Xiong Jian, asking Xiong Jian to release water to Baimei Palace no matter what questions he got, and just waited for a decisive battle with the three or four people from Yangchunguan.

Because Zhang Yu knew that Lu Zuge would never be an opponent of Baimei Palace, and the result of the hard fight would only consume more. In contrast, if you preserve your strength, you still have some chance of winning in the third and fourth finals.

When Lu Zhenren saw the victory of Baimei Palace, he was full of frustration. Now, when he heard that the final of the third and fourth place would be held in twenty minutes, he felt aroused. He then realized a problem, that is, the formation was fast at Lu Zuge, and the formation was broken by Baimei Palace, and it was obviously a very simple formation. The purpose of the purpose was to deliberately release Baimei Palace, preserve his strength, and fight his Yangchun Temple in the final of the third and fourth place.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhenren hated that he gritted his teeth and his teeth were giggling. He cursed in his heart: "Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu, you bastard, on the one hand, you let our disciples fight to the death, and on the other hand, you let Lu Zu Pavilion release the water on the White Eyebrow Palace, and still fight to the death to the death... Our Liangzi is here..."

Of course, the two families have not been in a day or two. Even if they have formed a beam again, it is no big deal for Zhang Yu.

Zhenren Lu was resentful and also realized a key problem, that is, the third and fourth place finals are also unaffordable. You should know that if he wins, at least he, Zhenren Lu, is still vice president. The situation in Zhenhai City is similar to before, except that Baimei Palace has greater power and he will lose some income from the temple property. But if he loses this third and fourth place finals, he will lose his previous position as vice president, and he will completely become a laughing stock of Zhenhai City's Taoist faction.

Thinking of this, Zhenren Lu quickly took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Daoren Lu, "Junior brother, prepare for the third and fourth place finals! You must never lose this game!"

When Dao Ren in the audience heard that Yuan Zhenren announced that the third and fourth place finals would be held in twenty minutes, he realized that there was still one game in the competition.

He looked at the seven disciples who were still standing in front of him, and didn't know what to say, and he felt angry.

At this moment, when the phone rang, he quickly took it out to check it. Seeing that it was the message sent by his senior brother, he read it carefully. Of course, just a few words can be read immediately.

As soon as he saw the text message, Dao Ren Lu immediately realized the importance of the third and fourth finals. He also knew that he could not lose this game. If he lost, Yangchunguan would really become a laughing stock of Taoism in Zhenhai City in the future. If the senior brother didn’t even have the position of vice president, he would not be able to explode.

So, he was not in the mood to criticize the disciples in front of him anymore, and immediately said, "You seven have heard of them! There will be the finals of the third and fourth place in a while! In this contest, the senior brother of the abbot has issued a death order and must be won!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "I will definitely take it!" "I will definitely take it!"... The seven disciples with their heads down and their faces were at first heard Dao Ren Lu say this, and they quickly agreed.

But their voices were not loud and they seemed to have not recovered from their previous defeat.

Hearing their listless voices, Dao Ren Lu immediately shouted angrily: "I haven't eaten yet! Tell me loudly!"

"Yes! Will definitely take it!" "I will definitely take it!" "I will definitely take it!"... The seven disciples hurriedly raised their throats and shouted loudly.

Their voices were loud, and even the disciples of the sects next to them could hear them clearly.

"This is almost the same!" Daoren Lu said seriously: "The final of the third and fourth place is related to a vice president's place! You lost to Wudang Taoist Temple before, which made us shame. The next last contest is your chance to make up for your merits! You must be clear, if you lose this contest again and the abbot is angry, what will happen next!"

"Disciple understands! You will definitely win!" "Disciple understands! You will definitely win Lu Zu Pavilion!" "Disciple understands! You will definitely win!"... These seven disciples naturally knew that they could not lose anymore, so they shouted loudly again.

"Lu Zuge is not enough for evidence, but you can't take it lightly. You lost the last game because you were too arrogant! I will do my best to win this game!" Dao Ren Lu said gritting his teeth again.

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"... The seven disciples also answered loudly.

"Didi..."

Suddenly, Dao Ren Lu's cell phone rang again, still the sound of text messages. He picked up his phone and saw that it was still the message sent by Zhenren Lu. Just look at it, the content above was like this, "Lu Zu Pavilion's formation should be trained by Zhang Yu, and it is a formation that produces the eight trigrams. According to the previous fight with Dong Fuguan, it was obviously to activate the magic weapon and directly take the eye of the formation. We must emphasize to me that if the disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion use this move again, they must not be distracted. In addition, we must do our best in this battle, and we must not underestimate the enemy again!"

"Yes, senior brother." Daoren Lu immediately replied with a message.

He then looked at the seven disciples and said, "The senior brother of the abbot made a special reminder that the formation of Lu Zuge is the formation of the four symbols and eight trigrams. When they were fighting with Dongfuguan before, you also saw that it was to concentrate magic weapons and directly grab the formation eye. If you draw the battle formation next, you must be careful not to get rid of yourself! You must do your best and not underestimate the enemy!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"... The seven disciples quickly bowed and agreed again.

"Okay, don't stand here now. Go back and rest for a while and relax. When fighting against Lu Zuge later, you don't have to be nervous. As long as you perform normally, they will definitely not be your opponent." Dao Ren Lu said gently this time.

He also knew that he could not always scold these disciples, whether they were angry or angry, but now he still had to rely on these disciples to fight the final decisive battle. It was still a decisive battle that he could not afford to lose. At this moment, he had to encourage these seven disciples to win the game and return to Yangchun Temple.
Chapter completed!