As Mr. Tong's voice fell, a beautiful woman walked out from behind. Her face turned cold, even colder than the woman brought by Elder Qi from Huashan Sect. This woman was nothing but gentle.

The two of them have different coldness. The woman brought by Elder Qi is because she is unhappy and has a coldness that resists others.

Wen Ya's coldness comes from the heart. After seeing through the world, hatred baptized her entire person, and her coldness is her entire person.

However, since Wen Ya practiced the Hate Skill, she has indeed become much more beautiful.

"Hey, who is she?" The third elder looked at Wenya in confusion. He had never seen Wenya before.

"She is my newly accepted disciple. Wenya, so she hasn't paid homage to you, Master Qi and your third uncle." Old Tong sat there and said leisurely.

"Hello, uncle Qi, uncle Third." Wenya bowed slightly to the two of them.

"Well, it's not bad, the little girl is pretty." Elder Qi praised. The male disciple behind him stared at Wenya with his eyes tightly. Elder Qi also discovered his disciple's condition, but he didn't say anything.

"Thank you, Uncle Qi, for the praise." Wenya said, but she still looked cold and had no smile.

"Okay, third brother, are you comparing?" Mr. Tong opened his mouth this time.

"Bi, of course, I brought three disciples today. You can come to the round battle. As long as all three of them are defeated, I will lose." The third elder pointed to the three disciples whom he brought behind and said.

He was very confident in his three disciples because the three of them had competed with Mr. Tong's disciples so many times that they never lost.

"Lao Lao, how about we bet this time?" Old Tong suddenly said.

Hearing the word "bet", the third elder was slightly stunned. Mr. Tong actually said he wanted to bet, which was a bit strange, because Mr. Tong had never won them at all. Now he said that he was paying for his bet was like giving it for free, which was obviously a fool's behavior.

But is Mr. Tong a fool?

The third elder didn't say anything. He felt that there was something strange about it, but he couldn't tell me where there was something strange about it.

"Why are you afraid of losing in the third brother?" Mr. Tong said with a smile.

"Just compete, whoever is afraid of whom." The third elder also became angry. How could he admit defeat? Elder Qi is here. If he admits defeat, the negotiation will be completely over.

So he had to face the challenge. Even if Mr. Tong had any tricks, he believed that any trick would be useless in the face of absolute strength.

"Okay, then I'll have one person here, and you can choose one too. Let's only compete with one game. I use my divine fist gloves as bet, and you use your Fire Dragon Dagger as bet, how about it?" Old Tong looked at the third elder and said very seriously.

"What?" The third elder stood up directly.

He looked at Mr. Tong with confusion. He really couldn't understand why Mr. Tong asked these two things as bets.

These two things are pseudo-spiritual weapons.

"What? You can't afford to bet, forget it." Old Tong said casually.

"Okay, I promise you." The third elder said gritting his teeth. The Fire Dragon Dagger is his own weapon, just like Mr. Tong's divine fist gloves. This is a pseudo-spiritual weapon, priceless.

Bang!

Old Tong threw his divine fist gloves on the ground. Seeing Old Tong's actions, the third elder also threw his fire dragon dagger on the ground.

"Wenya, it depends on you. If you win the Fire Dragon Dagger, it will belong to you." Old Tong glanced at Wenya and said.

"Thank you, Master." Wenya understood that this was the benefit Mr. Tong gave her, and it was also to win her heart.

"You actually sent a newly acquired disciple to the stage?" The third elder looked at Mr. Tong in confusion and asked. Wenya was definitely not from Shanyun Sect before, otherwise he would not have known him. How could a newly acquired disciple be of high strength?

This is like giving him a free gift of magic boxing gloves.

"Qinglin, come on, remember not to hurt her life." The third elder waved to the eldest disciple behind him.

"Wenya, don't hurt his life, just break an arm and a leg." Mr. Tong said as he imitated the third elder.

"Hmph, Second Elder, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. If you use a new foundation to compare with my chief disciple, have you forgotten Qinglin's strength? Qinglin is the late Xuan-level strength." The third elder said yellingly. He said this not only for Mr. Tong, but also for Elder Qi.

He is showing his strength to Elder Qi.

"I am a disciple with too high talent. I don't know what her strength is now. I just let her try it with Qinglin. However, her child has a bad temper and is very serious. You can ask Qinglin to take more responsibility." Old Tong said provocatively.

"Second Elder, Qinglin has a bad temper. If you get rid of your female apprentice, don't blame him." The third elder said viciously.

Elder Qi and others on the side were watching the show there.

"Master." What did the male disciple behind Elder Qi want to say.

"I know what you mean, let's take a look first." Elder Qi saw through his disciple's thoughts, but he still planned to watch the show first.

Wenya and Qinglin came to the stage at the same time.

"Junior sister, don't blame me for being ruthless." Qinglin said and rushed directly to Wenya.

Wenya stood there motionless.

"Be careful!" the male disciple behind Elder Qi shouted hurriedly.

Elder Tong glanced at the male disciple and smiled slightly. He knew that his plan was half successful.

Just when Qinglin came to Wenya, he was stunned. He stood there motionless, and his body seemed to be fixed there, and Wenya was also motionless.

"Qinglin, what are you doing?" the third elder shouted loudly.

Wenya slowly raised her right hand, pinched Qinglin's wrist hard, and then kicked Qinglin's leg with his right foot.

Click!

With two sounds, Qinglin's arms and legs broke, and then Wenya punched Qinglin in the face, and Qinglin flew out of the ring.

The third elder was confused.

What kind of game is this?

Why didn't he even see what was going on?

"Ah!" At this moment, Qinglin screamed in his mouth.

"Qinglin, what happened just now?" the third elder hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Master, I don't know. Just now I felt a great hatred. Hatred from childhood to adulthood emerged, and then I didn't know anything." Qinglin explained.

"Wenya, that Fire Dragon Dagger is the gift from Master to you. Are you satisfied?" Mr. Tong looked at Wenya and asked.
Chapter completed!