House Management Chapter 3560: This is the end of having nothing to look for

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

Two painful cry immediately sounded. Two of Yang Chunguan’s disciples were hit by the Taomu Sword, and they 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!"...look around the audience The disciples of various factions were all stunned after seeing this scene.

These people would never have imagined that the view of Yangchun, which has always been aloft, could not help but not get the first place in this discussion on the Taoism of Huashan, and they did not even earn the third place. They were beaten to the third place by Lu Zuge abruptly. Four.

According to the previously signed rule agreement, the fourth place Taoist temple, not even a vice president.

Exaggeration! It is too exaggerated!

"Won!" "Won!" "Lu Zuge won!" "Lu Zuge is awesome!" "Lu Zuge is mighty!" "Lu Zuge is domineering!"...The phalanx on the stage of Lu Zuge was blown up. .

They actually don't have much confidence in this discussion of Huashan, and the goal is the quarterfinals. If you can enter the semifinals, you have already overfulfilled the task. They really didn't expect that they would be able to beat Yang Chunguan, who has always been aloof, and get third place.

How can we not let the disciples of Lu Zuge excited with such achievements. Even the senior Lu Zuge who was accompanying him could not help but cheer.

"Lu Zu Pavilion mighty!" "Lu Zu Pavilion domineering!" "Lü Zu Pavilion mighty!" "Lu Zu Pavilion domineering!"...This is the disciples who are not in a position to applaud Lu Zu Pavilion.

The disciples of Wudang Taoist Temple know their relationship with Lu Zuge, and many people and Xiong Jian also know them, and they have also been to Yingjili together.

At this moment, seeing Lu Zuge defeating Yang Chunguan, how can he not be happy. Everyone knows that these moths were made by Zhenren Lu, and the defeat of Yang Chun Guan this time also made the disciples of Wudao Guan extremely excited.

The excitement of intersecting the two sides, one by one in Yangchunguan, are all like frosted eggplants.

Lu Daoren suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He stood there dumbly, and couldn't believe what was happening before him.

"We lost...We lost..." Dao Ren stammered.

No one was speaking. They all lowered their heads, as if they were about to face the end of the world.

Lv Zhenren stood on the stage and witnessed all this with his own eyes. At this moment, his body was trembling. Zhenren Lu's face looked like dead gray, and his eyes were full of despair.

This time, I really lifted a rock and hit myself in the foot. The president did not fight, and the vice president was gone. From now on, I will become the laughingstock of the Taoist school in Zhenhai. It's not just Zhenhai. It is estimated that this matter will soon spread to all sects of Taoism throughout the country, and it will become a joke of Taoism throughout the country. Maybe, even other schools will treat him as a joke.

The abbots and abbots of other sects are now focusing on Lu Zhenren. Some people feel sorry for him, and some think that he is self-inflicted.

Yuan Zhenren turned his head and looked at Lu Zhenren, and then deliberately said loudly: "The three or four finalists are over, I'll announce that the third place is Lu Zuge!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhenren Lu's body couldn't help but shook. While standing, he fell back into the chair weakly. He didn't have any energy anymore, and he seemed to be much older in a flash.

Zhang Yu has never been up, because in Zhang Yu's view, he can only point out this contest. Whether he can win is actually not important. Winning is so gratifying, and losing is not a big deal.

The three Lu Zuge disciples standing in the audience fell to the ground feebly when they heard Yuan Zhenren announce that they were third.

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

"Go over and help them back!" "Brother!" "Brother!" "It's okay!"...

On the side of Lu Zuge’s phalanx, seeing these three people also fall down, they rushed to help more than 20 people. In the eyes of the big guy, these eight disciples are simply the heroes of Lu Zuge.

In groups of two or three, they lifted up the eight disciples, and returned in triumph like a hero.

The seven disciples of Yangchun Temple were unable to get up for a while because of their injuries. But at Yang Chunguan, no one came to help.

"Wow..." "Wow..." "Wow..."...

At this moment, a light rain suddenly fell in the sky. The rain is very moisturizing, falling on people, making people feel very refreshing.

"Why is it still raining." "Yeah, why is it raining somehow." "Where did this rain come from?" "It looks like sunny rain!" "It's probably going to stop in a while!" ...Everyone saw it raining, but they didn't do anything.

Just now, the seven disciples of Yang Chunguan are still lying on the ground and not getting up.

Yuan Zhenren has sat back on his chair now, and when he sees Yang Chunguan, he should have lost anxiously, even his injured disciples are ignored. However, you can't keep people here forever.

Yuan Zhenren looked at the disciple under the door and said: "Let someone go and carry the disciple of Yang Chunguan back."

"Yes, Master." The disciple who was waiting on the stage promised, and immediately ran off the stage, greeted the disciple of his own school to go over, and carried the disciple of Yang Chunguan away.

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

Lu Daoren is still standing in the same place, with a gray head and face. Seeing the disciple being brought back, his anger suddenly hit the door, pointed at the seven injured disciples, and shouted angrily: "Trash! Trash! What about you trash!" There is still a face back!"

The disciples of the Baimei Palace don't care about these things. When they put people on the ground, they turn around and leave. All of them are full of energy. After all, Baimei Palace has reached the finals. This championship competition is basically just a cutscene.

Furthermore, you first provoked this matter by Yang Chun Guan. Now that you lose, you have to admit that you are unlucky. After seeing you, dare you dare to fight with our white eyebrow palace again, maybe you will lose face in the future.

After the disciples of Yang Chunguan were carried away, Zhenren Yuan on the stage turned his head and glanced at Zhenren Lu. Seeing that Master Lu was withered, he could not help but shook his head slightly, saying in his heart: "You deserve it... …This is the end of having nothing to do..."

Of course, this kind of thing can only be said in the heart, it is really not easy to speak upright.

Yuan Zhenren turned her head to look at Zhang Yu, and she said gently, "Nephew, although it is raining, but the rain is not heavy, look at the finals, is it possible to start."

At present, Zhang Yu has no hope for the final. He nodded and said: "Naturally."

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