Chapter 124 Final

I don't know when Tian Dan's face also showed a little sweat, carefully controlling the elixir on the elixir stove, which has increased from several at the beginning to dozens. In this dark cabin, dozens of elixirs emit various halo, which is somewhat similar to the stars all over the sky.

The speed of breaking countless elixir is accelerating. In the past three days, Tian Dan has 'dedicated' countless true qi elixirs that have been treasured for many years to Mu Chen.

The two are treating in the room like this. There is no sunshine here, because they don't have the energy to worry about others, so they don't even know the time.

On the high platform on Tiandaoguan Square, a handsome man stood on it, with a proud smile at the corners of his mouth and whispered to the old man under the stage, "The younger brother named Xinmu didn't come. He must be afraid, but even if he admits defeat, he should be there. It's really rude."

Because it was the final, there were many disciples under the stage. Huang Hui was wearing a white gauze skirt and looked very anxious. She had never seen Mu Chen's shadow in the past three days, and her teeth gently bit her red lips.

"Don't worry." Just when Huang Hui was very anxious, a palm gently patted her shoulder, and the man in a white robe slowly walked out. It was Yan Lang. Yan Lang said, "Don't worry, that man will not be timid here. Anyway, he is the man who defeated me."

Huang Huike has never had a good impression of Yan Lang. He darkened and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

"This is a rare test. Of course, let's take a look." Yan Lang smiled and ignored Huang Hui's cold face. Then he said, "Don't worry, I won't pester you anymore. Maybe I really don't deserve you."

"What do you mean by that?" Huang Hui asked puzzledly.

"It's not interesting. It's just a bet with Xinmu before the comparison. If I lose, I won't pester you anymore, but..."

"But what." Huang Hui quickly asked, obviously with anxiety and uneasiness.

Looking at Huang Hui's anxious appearance, she couldn't help shaking her head and said to herself: It seems that no matter who wins the last match, Huang Hui will not follow others. Xinmu, you are really blessed.

"But what, say it quickly." Huang Hui saw that Yan Lang did not answer, and his heart was even more anxious.

"I originally said that if I lost, I would no longer see you, but Xinmu didn't need me like this and asked me to protect you. I really don't understand what that guy is thinking and where he needs my protection." Yan Lang said truthfully.

"What, he wants you to protect me?" Huang Hui couldn't help but tighten her heart when she heard this. It was she who took Mu Chen to the Heavenly Taoist Temple. Judging from Mu Chen's behavior in the town that day, this man probably won't stay in any of the seven forces, and Mu Chen has a good relationship with the heavenly doctor Gate Tali. Did Mu Chen not come today and left the Heavenly Taoist Temple?

Seeing Huang Hui's appearance, Yan Lang was stunned and wanted to comfort him, but he smiled at himself in his heart: What right do I have to comfort Huang Hui's sister? Maybe in her heart, I have always been a despicable villain.

However, even if I thought so in my heart, I still saw Huang Hui's lost expression and couldn't help saying, "Sister Huang Hui, don't worry too much. I have ordered others to find Brother Xinmu. I don't think it will come soon."

A pair of grape-big eyes were full of tears, like crystals, looking at the man beside him. His face was no longer as cold as frost just now. He gently wiped away the tears that did not flow out at the corners of his eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Yan Lang."

Yan Lang did order someone to look for Mu Chen, but even he didn't believe that he could find it. At this time, he obviously didn't want to come at all. Since he didn't want to come, who could find him with Mu Chen's strength?

The sun is shining, and the time is passing by minute by. Several elders frown slightly. In previous years, players from both sides came early to prepare for this kind of competition. Unexpectedly, Mu Chen hasn't come yet. Even if he is afraid of his opponent, he should admit defeat to his face. Isn't it too rude to do so?

The sun shines directly on this mountain, every corner of the square is full of golden poison, and some weak disciples' faces are sweating.

After a long time, the complaints of the audience began to rise.

"When is this? Why hasn't that man come yet?"

"I heard that the boy's name is Xinmu, and he is afraid to come."

"What a shame. If I had known it, I wouldn't have come. I would have entered the finals. I didn't even dare to come."

"Hurry up and sentence that boy to lose. It's really boring."

"Yes, yes, isn't it just going to the finals? It's gone."

The referee-like old man in Huangpao turned his head and looked at the 'Taoxiang Master' sitting aside. After the latter nodded, the old man gently flew to the high platform and said loudly to the crowd, "The time for the final has come. Since Xinmu has not come yet, it is a loss. Let me announce the result of this test."

Huang Hui looked at this situation and quickly shouted, regardless of what others thought, "Please wait a little longer. Maybe Xinmu will come soon. So many people come to watch the competition. Isn't it a pity to announce the results so hastily?"

The old man's face darkened: "Wait a little longer? He also knows that countless people are waiting for him here, and there are people watching the Taoist temple. Little girl, I also follow the rules. Don't fool around here.

Seeing this, Yan Lang also said in a hurry, "Uncle, the rules can be changed. Let's wait a little longer. It's a pity to give up like this."

As soon as the old man saw that he was talking, his face tightened and said harshly, "Yan Lang, if others say this, it will be fine. Don't forget your own identity!"

"Hahaha." At this time, the young man in white on the stage laughed wildly: "Yan Lang, you haven't even entered the finals. Do you still have the face to talk here? Look at your strength, you are only in charge of those new disciples, idiots who have no talent."

"Meng Sheng! Look at the occasion when you speak and keep your mouth shut. The elder standing next to the young man shouted harshly in a voice that only two people could hear.

The young man named Meng Sheng smiled carelessly, looked at Yan Lang and said, "Look, the guy who defeated you didn't even have the courage to fight with me. The garbage defeated the garbage. I really regret that I didn't go to see your competition at that time."

"You..." Yan Lang was speechless for a while and turned red, but there was nothing he could do with the people on the stage. It is said that Meng Sheng has reached the soul realm and knows that he is not his opponent, and if he really enters the finals, he can still fight to the death, but now, he is not qualified for the finals at all.

The old man in yellow robe said loudly, "Ok, don't quarrel. Next, I will announce that the result of the game, the champion is..."

Before the word 'Meng Sheng' was said, a sudden electric light appeared in the air. It hit the ground from afar and fell straight to the ground. He was wearing a cyan robe and said respectfully to the Taoist people under the stage: "Because of important things, I'm late. I hope you can understand."

The elders on that stage looked up and down at Mu Chen, and his face turned gloomy: "What is more important than this final? I really want to ask."

Mu Chen didn't care and smiled playfully: "I don't think it's time for the competition yet. Besides, what I do has nothing to do with you. Do you want to know that I also have nothing to do with me? If there is nothing else, I think the game can start."

Mu Chen's words made the disciples under the stage an uproar. In the heavenly Taoist temple, the elder is the highest status under the successor. No matter how excellent he is among the younger generation, no one has ever dared to provoke the elders. It is too late to be afraid. How can he contradict the elders as Mu Chen without fearlessly?

"You are so arrogant at such a young age. I don't care if you are qualified for this game." The old man on the stage was slightly red, and there was a Taoist vision master under the stage. He did not dare to attack. He only waved his hand and said harshly, "Such an arrogant boy is not qualified to enter the next match."

Mu Chen didn't care at all and said coldly, "I'm not qualified? The Lord is here, how can you make a decision!"