Chapter 249 No! (35)

Wang Jiu looked at Liu Xiaoqiang deeply, and his mustache drooped weakly, like a broken branch hanging on Wang Jiu's face.

Seeing Wang Jiu like this, Liu Xiaoqiang leaned over, tilted his head and looked at Wang Jiu who was sitting, and asked with concern: "Did you really advance? Who is your opponent? You are so bad."

"Didn't you watch it just now? What are you broadcasting live?"

"It's been replayed. If the audience in the live broadcast room want to watch it, they can watch it. By the way, you haven't told me who your opponent is yet?"

As he was talking, Zhang Ting also walked in.

His pressure was lower than Wang Jiu's. After sitting down, he didn't say a word and stared at the floor in a daze.

And Liu Xiaoqiang leaned over again and asked: "Zhang Ting, what's wrong with you?"

"I lost?"

"You actually lost, so how strong is your opponent?"

Zhang Ting looked at Wang Jiu on the side with resentment, then buried his head in his arms, not wanting to speak.

Considering that both of them had just finished the game, it goes without saying who the two sides of the game were.

Lin Yuan immediately started to replay, Liu Xiaoqiang immediately took out the drinks, Ding Dazhuang put out the fruit plate and melon seeds, and the three of them watched excitedly.

Such an interesting thing must be watched immediately.

Qingluan on the side was also ready, and she opened the replay and immediately began to explain: "This is a rare teacher-student game, and also an internal war within the sect. The two sides are Wang Jiu of the Wanfa Sect and Zhang Ting of the Wanfa Sect. Although it is a replay, it should be quite exciting."

Just as the game started, Zhang Ting was seen with his hands on his chest, frowning and cold, looking very imposing.

Opposite him, Wang Jiu's mouth twitched, and he never thought that he would actually fight against Zhang Ting in this game.

After a cold look, Zhang Ting raised his finger and said solemnly: "Wang Jiu, although you and I are master and apprentice, the competition is the competition, and we can't let you down! Although I am heartbroken and my hands are shaking, I still want to kill you to pieces."

"Hurry up, please." Wang Jiu said helplessly, "I am still in a hurry to do the inspection. There are so many things to do now."

"Hehehe, are you starting to make excuses for your failure now! It doesn't matter. When you meet me, no matter you are a turtle or a king, you will die in vain in front of me!"

"You speak quite rhymingly. For this day, how long have you thought about the lines? Isn't it better to focus on studying!"

"Nonsense! Don't use the elders' tricks to pressure me! I have contributed to your deck, and I know all your details, but even so, I will still go all out! Come out, Dad!"

Raising the Human Emperor Flag, Zhang Ting's father Zhang Quan was invited out of the Human Emperor Flag and stood next to Zhang Ting.

Lin Yuan immediately turned his head and looked at Zhang Ting who was dejected and said: "You are so mean? You asked your father to come out as an advisor at this time."

"Alas." Zhang Ting covered his head and sighed.

"And you lost?"

"Stop scolding... the child wants to cry."

Returning to the replay, Lin Yuan saw that the audience had already been noisy.

The game was suspended, and the referees of Qimingmen gathered together to discuss how to deal with this issue now.

One side believed that the Human Emperor Flag was a magic weapon, and there was no problem with using one's own magic weapon, as long as it did not directly attack the opponent.

One side believed that the ghost cultivator inside was also a cultivator, and now playing on the court violated the rule that only one player could play, and he should be asked to leave.

After discussing for a quarter of an hour, Qian Kuan finally gave an explanation: It's okay this time, but the rules need to be revised immediately, and it won't work later.

After solving this problem, Zhang Ting became even more arrogant.

He started to draw cards and said arrogantly: "My perfect deck has been formed, and everything about me is already extremely powerful. I am so powerful now, how can you resist me now!"

"You spend more time talking than playing cards!" Wang Jiu said helplessly, "Can you hurry up?"

"Slow down, I want to slowly enjoy the feeling of playing you to death! Come on, Qinglong!"

Although the lines are relatively mediocre, Zhang Ting's strength is indeed good.

With only a little mana at the beginning, he began to sell blood continuously, stack armor continuously, perform spells and character summons continuously, and then made a powerful monster black dragon in the first round.

Zhang Quan assisted on the side, and the two of them accurately calculated their blood volume together, and made the most perfect attack when their blood volume was about to return to zero.

A huge black dragon illusion appeared on the field, and dazzling white light surged towards Wang Jiu in front of him. After being swallowed by the white light, Zhang Ting turned his head and sighed: "Invincible, how lonely it is."

"What's lonely? The opponent is not dead yet." Zhang Quan hit his son hard.

Turning his head, Zhang Ting found that Wang Jiu was still there, but his health was zero, but he did not fail.

Looking at the activated card, Zhang Ting said dissatisfiedly: "At the last moment, you are really lucky. But it doesn't matter, the final victory must be mine!"

Wang Jiu had no choice, who told him to have this card in his hand at the beginning.

Although he could just admit defeat, it was his instinct to fulfill his duties, so he still started his turn, then drew a card, and played seriously.

"First draw a card. Here is a [Guess a Card]. Choose a card and guess its type. If you guess correctly, it belongs to me. If you guess incorrectly, you lose health. I guessed it was magic... I guessed it correctly. After guessing it correctly, you can continue to guess cards, but then you need to guess the name. I guessed it was exile... I got it right again."

Wang Jiu exchanged one card for two cards of Zhang Ting. He felt a little bit that he had good luck in playing cards.

"Then I will use [Random Gift] to randomly generate three cards and randomly distribute them to both parties. Hmm, why are they all given to me? Why are there more and more cards?"

"Forget it, let's do it again..."

"Then it's..."

"Then..."

Wang Jiu's movements became dazzling, sometimes drawing his own cards, sometimes drawing Zhang Ting's cards.

Although he doesn't like playing games, as a monk of the Wanfa Sect, Wang Jiu can still calculate how to play to maximize his efficiency.

So, he began to accurately dismantle Zhang Ting's cards, using two points of mana to accurately make the field, and gradually build up his own advantages. Seeing Zhang Ting sweating.

Finding that Wang Jiu's cards were getting more and more exaggerated, Zhang Ting pulled the flag and shouted: "Dad, think of a way!"

"What do you think? Now we don't have a single card, how can you think of a way?"

"Can't you save it?"

"It's impossible to save it. It's too late. Goodbye."

"Dad!"

Turning around, Zhang Ting saw that Wang Jiu was ready.

The black dragon on Zhang Ting's field had been temporarily exiled. His own card field was empty, while the other side was full of creatures.

With just one order, a large number of creatures swarmed in, causing Zhang Ting's armor to plummet and his face to become paler and paler.

Fortunately, his armor was thick enough, and after a wave of attacks, he still had a little armor and a little blood left, which barely allowed him to survive.

But before he could catch his breath, Wang Jiu had already used the last spell, [Minor Heavenly Tribulation].

This spell does not require mana, and the damage is only two points, but it is just enough to send Zhang Ting away.

Looking at the last card that sent him away, Zhang Ting shouted in despair: "No!"