After learning that five people abstained, the people under the stage were boiling again. Now the eight people who are most likely to win the position of devil remain on the stage. It''s really difficult to compare who wins and who loses this game.


    "I''m glad that there are eight disciples standing on the stage at the moment. You eight are the most powerful existence of our Tianmo sect. No matter who sits on the throne of the devil, others are the pride of our Tianmo sect."


    The last competition was divided into three rounds. In the first round, eight people dueled in pairs, and the patriarch drew lots; In the second round, four people dueled in pairs, and the patriarch drew lots. The remaining two people fought the final battle in the third round.


    The elder didn''t look very good after reading the competition rules. Old Qin, who inquired about the news, was finally useful this time.


    It turned out that according to the past practice of Tianmo sect, the elder was responsible for drawing lots. It was easy for him to do what he wanted. But this time Zixuan proposed that he should draw lots. The elder was helpless and could only agree, so his face was not very good.


    Of course, after Zixuan drew the lot, the elder''s face became more ugly. The first round of the competition was divided into four games. The first game was the ordinary inner disciple Chen Fei against Liufeng, the second game was Bingyan against Che Xingyun, the third game was yuwentian against Huanran, and the fourth game was Moyun against Kaitian.


    The elder''s original idea was to find a way to make split sky consume the combat effectiveness of others, so as to pave a way for Mo Yun at that time, but he didn''t expect that the first game of the decisive victory would be split sky against Mo Yun, and his plan was completely disrupted.


    For a time, the elder couldn''t make up his mind. You know, split sky is the strongest. If split sky loses this game, can Mo Yun really hold back?


    After these competitions, his face was always ugly. At the moment, his face finally looked excited.


    The elder is his master. He knows very well that he must care more about the position of the devil than Mo Yun. At this time, I''m afraid he doesn''t have to follow the original plan.


    The fact is the same as what cracked Tian thought. The elder really didn''t say anything, as if he had acquiesced. A creepy smile appeared on cracked Tian''s stiff face, as if he had won.


    Yuwentian shook his head. The dark cloud looked light and light. He didn''t seem to worry at all. He always felt that even the most powerful crack sky would be defeated by the dark cloud.


    During the first contest, the participants were already standing on both sides of the contest. Their aura was not bad at all. Yuwentian couldn''t tell who would have the upper hand.


    "Chen Fei is really strange. He has always been wearing a black robe. He can''t even see his face. He still reveals a different breath of death from the demon man. It''s really strange."


    That Liufeng''s dignified appearance is in competition with those decent people. Old Qin and yuwentian don''t want to see it. It''s Chen Fei who makes them care very much.


    From the moment I saw him, I covered his whole body with a big black robe, leaving only one hand outside, with a hat on his head, and always bowed his back. I couldn''t see his face at all.


    "Younger martial brother, it''s really rare for you to come here, but it seems that your confidence is not enough. I think you''d better give up. Elder martial brother really can''t bear to hurt you."


    Liufeng looked at Chen Fei standing opposite. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he still opened the folding fan in his hand and taught Chen Fei a lesson as a senior brother.


    Apart from the screams of a few female disciples, other disciples obviously favor Chen Fei. As a demon master, why do they make complaints about their students? They are most displeased. If they do not think that the possibility of winning the wind will be greater, they will really want to Tucao the wind.


    "Old man Qin, here, press these three pills on Chen Feiying."


    Yu Wentian looked at the crowd under the stand and suddenly took out three pills from his arms, all of which are four peak vitality pills. One can recover 20% of the power loss.


    Old Qin looked at Yu Wentian. He was really outrageous. However, during this time, he also knew Yu Wentian. He would never fight uncertain battles. Although he was heartbroken, he did it according to Yu Wentian''s requirements.


    "Thank you for your kindness," said Feng Feng, "but who wins the battle is not the boss has the final say."


    After waiting for a long time, the elder martial brothers standing on the stage thought that Chen Fei was moved by Liuyun and wanted to take the initiative to abstain, Chen Fei finally spoke.


    His voice is very low and hoarse, and his pronunciation is not clear. It seems that he has not spoken for a long time, and the language system has degenerated.


    At the beginning of the competition, Liuyun first launched an attack. As expected, it was as fast as the wind. The figure of Liufeng disappeared on the stage. When it reappeared the next moment, it had reached the back of Chen Fei. Taking the fan as the sword, it directly inserted it into Chen Fei''s body that stayed in place from behind.


    Everyone in the audience held their breath. Is it difficult that the power of the current wind has been strong enough to be irresistible? Can the existence of the same level also be fatal?


    However, Liufeng''s face was not good-looking. He felt that what had just been killed was not a person, but more like a puppet. It was impossible that a drop of blood had not flowed out.


    Liufeng pulled out the fan, and suddenly a black smoke appeared on Chen Fei, which suddenly shrunk dozens of times. The same black smoke came from the other side of the test bench.


    It turns out that the person who has been talking to Liufeng is just a puppet. No wonder he doesn''t even enunciate clearly.


    "Are you a puppet master?"


    Liufeng couldn''t believe it. All the audience were wide eyed. For most people here, it was the first time they saw a puppet master, so they were inevitably curious.


    "Elder martial brother, just a little test of ox knife. Now I''m going to start. I hope elder martial brother can take the move."


    While talking, black smoke rose around the test platform. At that time, ten puppets appeared on the platform, besieging Liufeng, and each puppet had the same cultivation as Chen Fei.


    Liufeng''s face was ugly, but he still pretended to be calm. "I''m afraid you can''t bear to summon so many puppets. I''ll see how long you can last?"


    Liufeng threw the fan into the air. Immediately, the fan and fan bones separated and attacked the ten puppets respectively. Liufeng disappeared on the test platform, turned into a wind and rushed in the direction of Chen Fei.