You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 140 What a Wonderful Flower

Being besieged by the crowd, Changqing had to use his magic.

"Lizhi Jue, come out!" Changqing shouted.

The desert was suddenly covered with thorns and quickly dried up, leaving only many palm-length green thorns floating up and shooting towards the five people.

Several people could feel the threat from these spikes and raised their body barriers to block them.

When the spikes touched the spiritual shield, the ground exploded instantly, blowing up the yellow sand and making it difficult to see clearly.

"Good opportunity!!" Chang Qing launched an attack again. His sword skills were as fast as lightning, dazzling people.

For a moment, he actually suppressed several people.

But Changqing knew that this was not a long-term solution. He rolled his eyes and had bad intentions. A wine jar suddenly appeared in his hand, which was his stink bomb.

Then he aimed at the center of the group and detonated the stink bomb directly.

"Boom~" A mushroom cloud with a foul color slowly rose.

The stench cannot be completely isolated by spiritual power, let alone the enhanced stench-enhancing version.

Several people tried to endure the stench and wanted to go out, but were forced back into the stench by several sword lights.

Then Chang Qing laughed evilly, and a big red can appeared in his hand, "Fierce Ghost Smoke Bomb Upgraded Version"

Red smoke rose, and the five people below were so hot that they couldn't open their eyes. Seeing that the fire was almost ready, Chang Qing closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, and used his spiritual sense to blend into the smoke, kicking several people out of the smoke one by one.

There is no way, people with spiritual consciousness can really do whatever they want.

After the five people came out, they were all coughing constantly, with red and swollen eyeballs, like rabbits, and looked quite miserable.

Seeing the reactions of these senior disciples from various sects, people were all surprised.

As Changqing walked leisurely out of the red and green smoke, the battle came to an end.

“We lost just like that?” Someone pinched the person next to him, thinking the scene was too unreal.

"What's the point of pinching me? You should pinch yourself."

"It only took a short time for them to lose. This..."

The voices of discussion among the disciples of various sects reached Changqing's ears, causing his expression to change.

"WC, I forgot there was a tie."

Chang Qing wiped his face and thought about a solution. If this problem was not solved, he would be the target of hunting in this area tomorrow.

"Ah~" Chang Qing let out a strange cry

Then his waist seemed to be stolen, his waist slipped, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had no bones.

Chang Qing said to the people with red and swollen eyes: "My fellow Taoists are really amazing. Wang is seriously overdrawn. How about this duel be considered a draw?"

After these words were spoken, not only the disciples watching the excitement nearby, but also the disciples outside the venue and the sect leaders above all had strange expressions on their faces.

There was nothing wrong with Changqing's limp look, but what he said was full of energy, and he didn't look hollow at all.

It looks like an overacting, so fake!!

The handsome uncle covered his face with his hands so that his expression could not be seen, as if to say: "I don't know this guy."

"This disciple is really... a weirdo..." Even the quiet Wu Zhengyang couldn't help but complain.

Bai Shan and Huo Xuan also nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a disciple of Yuling Sect reacted.

"Did the masked Wang Gebi use a wood-attributed technique just now?"

"Hiss~ Now that you mention it, it looks familiar to me, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."

"Is he the madman wearing two masks at the sect trial site?"

"No way! Is it that crazy guy, the one who was crying and laughing?"

"That must be it. I remember that person also used this spell, but it's more powerful now."

Gradually, everyone uncovered the identity of "Wang Next Door".

"No wonder I haven't seen him before! It turns out to be that masked guy."

"Now it seems to be true. After all, only that madman likes to wear a mask!"

Chang Qing fell to the ground pretending to be weak and cursed in his heart: "You like wearing a mask? Bullshit! If I were an immortal, I would have been living a carefree life long ago. Why would I have to endure this bullshit!!"

But I have to keep pretending, after all, I am still a rookie.

The disciples of other sects were also very curious about why the disciples of Yuling Sect called Wang Gebi a "madman". After asking, they learned about the absurd things that happened when Changqing was controlled by the Seven Emotions.

When Shen Yu, Wei Yan and Huo Wanhe heard this, their expressions became even weirder.

Huo Wanhe gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, this guy didn't try his best. He's playing with us!"

Several people were aware of how difficult it was to deal with the Jie Dao Beast, and this guy actually slaughtered the Jie Dao Beasts unilaterally, which made people take him seriously.

Changqing was helped up by Zhong Baixuan and sat down. He ignored the pointing and criticizing of others, and sat cross-legged to recover his spiritual power, waiting for the battle for the spot to end.

After four hours of fighting, there were only five hundred people left in the green circle of the sand sea.

Seeing that the quota had been determined, the handsome uncle sitting at the top stood up and said to the remaining disciples in the green circle:

"The places for the Southern Region Dao Discussion Conference have been decided. The battle for the places lasted for two days and finally came to an end..."

Changqing was still waiting for the reward to be announced, but the handsome uncle didn't say anything else.

"That's all?" Chang Qing was a little dumbfounded. Normally, competitions and the like should have prizes, so why didn't this go according to the rules?

"All this work in vain?" Chang Qing was full of doubts. He approached Zhong Baixuan and asked:

"Brother Zhong, no prizes?"

Zhong Baixuan was stunned and looked at Chang Qing and asked, "Brother Wang, didn't anyone tell you in detail about the battle for the quota?"

Chang Qing shook his head like a rattle. Yun Qinghan only gave a general idea, and he was forced to do something so he definitely didn't know.

Zhong Baixuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Of course not, the person who gets the quota this time is the best prize."

Chang Qing looked disappointed and murmured in his heart: "If there is no, then there is no. It is a good deal to get a promise from the handsome uncle."

The disciples in the green circle began to register. Of course, the disciples of the Xuanhuo Family, who had a more advantageous background, obtained more places, totaling nearly one hundred and sixty people.

There are about 120 people in Qifeng Mountain and Longyin Valley.

The Yuling Sect lacks foundation and has fewer people, with only a little over a hundred vacancies.

The three sects have far fewer places compared to previous years, but there is nothing they can do about it.

Watching the various clan leaders begin to agree on a gathering point one year later, Chang Qing knew that this was indeed the end.

The important thing is there is no reward! No reward!

Chang Qing inadvertently glanced at Yun Qinghan's still slightly red and swollen eyes, and saw that he was staring at him and grinding his teeth at him. He shuddered and thought to himself that it was bad.

Chang Qing hurriedly walked to a corner, and seeing that no one was watching, he quickly took out the earrings from his arms and put them on, then took off the mask on his face and put it into the space in the earrings.

He changed the clothes that were torn in the battle and then blended in with the disciples of Luozhu Peak again, pretending that nothing had happened.

When the handsome uncle was about to find Chang Qing wearing a mask to fulfill his promise, he did not find him after a quick glance. Suddenly, the handsome uncle's huge spiritual awareness covered the entire Lingxuan Mountain, and he found Chang Qing, who had changed his clothes, in an inconspicuous position.

"This kid runs away so quickly. He must be so afraid of his identity being exposed!" the handsome uncle complained in his heart.