"Ah..." "My mother..."

Two painful screams rang out immediately. The two disciples of Yangchunguan were hit by the peach wood sword respectively and were knocked to the ground on the spot, grinning in pain.

"Lost!" "Yangchunguan lost!" "Yangchunguan was defeated by Lu Zuge!" "Yangchunguan was defeated by Lu Zuge!" "Yangchunguan lost!"... The disciples of various sects who were watching the audience were shocked after seeing this scene.

These people would never dream of Yang Chunguan, who had always been arrogant, could not help but fail to get the first place in the Huashan Taoism this time, and did not even earn the third place, and was beaten to the fourth place by Lu Zuge.

According to the rules and agreement signed before, the fourth Taoist temple could not even get the position of vice president.

Exaggerated! It's so exaggerated!

"Win!" "Win!" "Lu Zuge won!" "Lu Zuge is awesome!" "Lu Zuge is mighty!" "Lu Zuge is domineering!"... The square formation on the Lu Zuge under the stage was all in an uproar.

They actually don’t have much confidence in the Huashan discussion this time, and their goal is to the quarterfinals. If they can enter the quarterfinals, they will have already exceeded the task. They really did not expect that they could defeat Yang Chunguan, who has always been superior, and get the third place.

Such achievements can not make the disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion excited? Even the senior Lu Zu Pavilion who was with him couldn't help but cheer.

"Lu Zu Pavilion is mighty!" "Lu Zu Pavilion is domineering!" "Lu Zu Pavilion is mighty!" "Lu Zu Pavilion is domineering!"... This is the disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple applauding Lu Zu Pavilion.

The disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple knew about their relationship with Lu Zuge, and many people knew Xiong Jian and others, and they also went to Yingjili together.

At this moment, I could not be happy to see Lu Zuge defeat Yangchunguan. Everyone knows that these tricks were all caused by Master Lu. This time, Yangchunguan’s defeat also made the disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple extremely excited.

The excitement on both sides of the intersect, and the ones on the Yangchunguan here seemed to be eggplant made from frost.

Daoren Lu suddenly felt powerless. He stood there dullly, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

"I lost...we lost..." Daoren Lu stuttered.

None of the people next to them said anything. They all lowered their heads, as if they were about to face the end of the world.

Zhenren Lu stood on the stage and witnessed all this with his own eyes. At this moment, his body was trembling. Zhenren Lu's face seemed as if dead, and his eyes were filled with despair.

This time, I really shot myself in the foot. The president didn’t win, and the vice president was gone. From now on, wouldn’t I become a joke for the Dao Sect in Zhenhai City? Not just Zhenhai, I guess this matter will soon spread to all Taoist sects across the country, and I will become a joke for the Dao Sect in the country. Maybe even other sects will treat him as a joke.

The abbots and abbots of other sects are now focused on Lu Zhenren. Some people feel sorry for him, while others think he is taking it upon himself.

Yuan Zhenren turned his head and looked at Lu Zhenren, and then said aloud: "The final of the third and fourth place is over. I will announce that the third place is Lu Zuge!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Zhenren's body shook. He was standing and fell back to the chair weakly. He was no longer energetic, and he seemed to have grown much older in an instant.

Zhang Yu has never gotten up because in Zhang Yu's opinion, in this battle, all he can give is this, and whether he can win is not important. It is a pleasure to win, and it is no big deal if he loses.

The three disciples of Lu Zu Pavilion standing in the audience, when they heard Yuan Zhenren announce that they were the third place, their bodies were all soft and they fell to the ground with powerlessness.

Although they won the game, they exhausted all their true energy and potential in this game.

"Come on and help them back!" "Senior brother!" "Junior brother!" "Is it okay!"...

On the side of the square formation of Lu Zu Pavilion, when he saw these three people falling down, he quickly ran over to support more than 20 people. In the eyes of everyone, these eight disciples were simply the heroes of Lu Zu Pavilion.

They carried the eight disciples together, like carrying heroes, and returned triumphantly.

And the seven disciples of Yangchun Temple couldn't get up for a while because of their injuries. But no one came to support Yangchun Temple.

"Wahala..." "Wahalala..." "Wahalala..."

At this moment, it suddenly started to rain in the sky. The rain was very moist and fell on people, making people feel very comfortable.

"Why is it still raining?" "Yes, why is it still raining for no reason?" "Where did this rain come from?" "It looks like a sunny rain!" "It probably stopped in a while!"... Everyone saw the rain, but didn't think it was done.

But at present, the seven disciples of Yangchun Temple are still lying on the ground and not getting up.

Yuan Zhenren has now sat back on the chair. When he saw Yang Chunguan, he must have lost something, and even ignored his injured disciples. However, he can't keep people here all the time.

Yuan Zhenren looked at his disciple and said, "Please let someone carry the disciples of Yangchun Temple back."

"Yes, Master." The disciple who was serving on the stage agreed, then ran off the stage, called the disciples of our sect to come over, and carried the disciples of Yangchunguan away.

In this way, the injured seven disciples were carried back to their original formation.

Dao Ren Lu is still standing in the same place, covered in dust. Seeing his disciple being carried back, he suddenly hit the door with anger, pointing at the seven injured disciples, and cursing angrily: "Baste! Bad! Why do you wastes have the face to come back!"

The disciples of Baimei Palace ignored these things and put the people on the ground, turning around and leaving. They were all in high spirits. After all, Baimei Palace has reached the finals, and the championship competition is basically a formality.

Moreover, you Yangchunguan took this matter first. If you lose now, you have to admit that you are unlucky. See if you dare to fight with our Baimei Palace again in the future. I guess you will be shameless in the future.

After the disciples of Yangchun Temple were carried away, Yuan Zhenren turned his head and looked at Lu Zhenren. Seeing that Lu Zhenren was so angry, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said in his heart: "You deserve it... This is the end of finding trouble if you have nothing to do..."

Of course, such words can only be said in my heart, and it is really not easy to say them openly.

Yuan Zhenren turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu. She said gently: "My nephew, although it rains, it's not heavy. Look at this final, can you start?"

At the moment, Zhang Yu had no hope for the finals. He nodded and said, "Natural."

"Okay..." Yuan Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, and then said loudly: "The finals begin!"
Chapter completed!