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

Chapter 105: Sect's Shame

Changqing hid in the black smoke and took an anti-itching pill. The smoke not only blocks perception, but also makes the skin abnormally itchy. It works best when used with the poison rain bottle.

Because the smoke could not penetrate the spiritual shield, after the poisonous rain corroded the spiritual shield, the smoke made it itchy and unbearable, which could be considered a cooperation.

This is not over yet. Changqing took out a red jade bottle from his waist and threw it towards the field. It was the fierce ghost pepper smoke bomb.

The disciples couldn't see the square clearly because of the smoke, but that was of little use in front of the elders who already had spiritual awareness and could see everything clearly. They were now discussing it constantly and exclaiming from time to time.

Ling Yu in the smoke couldn't bear the strange itch and kept scratching his arm. Suddenly, red smoke appeared from somewhere and attacked Ling Yu. Ling Yu barely held up the spiritual shield and tried to use spiritual power to dispel this abnormality.

There was a sound of dripping water, Ling Yu looked up and saw some dark green raindrops falling, soaking the spirit shield like a sieve. This was not the most terrifying thing. The red mist kept floating in along the holes in the spirit shield. Ling Yu accidentally got a trace of red mist on his arm, and a burning pain came over him.

The skin that was scratched just now was inevitably stained with some, and the pain at that moment was so severe that even though Ling Yu had a paralyzed face, he couldn't help but tremble and endure the extreme pain.

The red smoke spread, and the Evergreen Spirit Shield shone brightly, blocking the smoke. On the other side of the arena, Ling Yu burst into tears, and had no choice but to hold his breath.

Ling Yu appeared from the smoke from time to time, but his appearance was too miserable, which made the audience angry and felt that his methods were too despicable.

The insults from the stands never stopped...

"Senior Brother Ji, your items are truly magical, but they still can't defeat me," Ling Yu said in the smoke.

Changqing knew that he couldn't go too far, but he wouldn't sit there and wait for death. He took out a talisman from somewhere and activated it with his spiritual power.

The next second, Chang Qing's voice came from here:

"Brother Ling has a lightning spirit root in his body, so he is naturally brave. I am weak, so I can only use this inferior method to compete with Brother Ling."

Chang Qing actually took the initiative to expose himself in the smoke!

Ling Yu naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity, he picked up his sword and rushed over here. He knew that if he wanted to get out of this predicament, he had to get rid of the person who planned it first.

Ling Yu's eyes were red, stimulated by the fierce ghost pepper, and his body felt very uncomfortable at the moment.

He attacked without caring about anything else, and the sword energy flashed with lightning and the electric arc split the fog, but there was no blood splattering, only a note left behind.

Ling Yu was also quite annoyed by Chang Qing's props. Electric arcs surged around his body. His right hand stroked the sword, spiritual light kept flashing, and spiritual power also poured into the sword frantically.

At this time, Changqing's body was swaying above the ring, and it seemed that he was not used to flying.

Observing the situation below, the spiritual energy below was fluctuating greatly. Before Changqing could figure out the situation, several lightning shadows passed by and hit the audience seats on the side, but were blocked by the formation in front of the audience seats.

The smoke was dispersed by these thunders, and Ling Yu's embarrassed appearance appeared in front of the disciples in the stands.

On the other hand, Chang Qing, who was on the other side of the ring, had neat clothes without any wrinkles or tears.

The arena was in a worse state, with several parts charred and broken.

The disciples in the stands still hadn't figured out what was going on. After all, how could the situation, which should have been a crushing one, turn out to be like this?

Ling Yu took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in his body, but he learned his lesson this time and did not get close to him. Instead, he made hand gestures and continuously used spells to attack. The lightning chain shattered Chang Qing's spiritual shield several times, sending it flying.

Chang Qing pretended to stand up with difficulty, a smile on his face, and made a spell: "Xun Feng Qi!"

Suddenly a strong wind appeared and blew towards Ling Yu. Ling Yu was prepared to resist the magic, but he didn't expect that the strong wind was just a strong wind.

"This kid wants to blow people to death with the strong wind?" A disciple laughed, causing everyone to laugh.

"The wind is just the wind, that's what matters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another pitch-black jade bottle was thrown out, and an irresistible stench was carried by the strong wind towards Ling Yu and the disciples watching behind him.

"Ugh!" Before Ling Yu could react, he vomited, and he vomited non-stop, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The disciples were still laughing when suddenly a foul odor that went straight to their heads was inhaled through their noses without them noticing.

"vomit"

"vomit!"

The sounds of vomiting came one after another. Both men and women vomited without caring about their image and could not stop even if they wanted to.

The leader on the high platform saw the impact expanding, so he waved his long sleeves, and the strong wind changed its direction and floated upwards.

The disciples then realized that they were not looking at their own vomit, felt very disgusted, and left the place one after another.

There was anger and fear in their eyes when they looked at Chang Qing. What they thought in their hearts was: "What kind of person could develop such a horrible thing?"

Ling Yu on the field was so horrified by the stench that his brain short-circuited and he felt like crying but had no tears.

He just felt that there was no point in living anymore, and it would be great to just be done with it all without having to suffer this pain.

The disciples also realized that this was not a competition at all. Changqing had turned the ring match into a prop competition. Seeing that he was already crazy, and many people had been affected just now, the disciples felt very resentful and their accusations against Changqing became louder and louder.

Finally someone couldn't help but yelled:

"We're going to compete, but what's the point of using utensils throughout the whole process? If you can only use disposable utensils, it will damage the reputation of our Yuling Sect!"

"Shame on Yuling!"

"Shame on Yuling!"

Gradually, the sound of [Shame of Yu Ling] resounded throughout the square, and the disciples shouted one after another.

Another disciple jumped out and saluted to the platform, saying, "I dare to ask the master to expel this person from the Yuling Sect. This person will only affect the development of the Yuling Sect."

"Okay!"

Chang Qing listened to what this person said, raised his eyebrows and looked at that person.

He knew that person.

He was a member of a small pharmaceutical group in Luozhu Peak. He was poisoned by himself and escaped. Now he finally got the chance.

"What a big hat! May I ask this senior brother, how have I brought harm to the sect?" Chang Qing's slightly frivolous voice came out.

"Of course it's now. The sect's new tenth disciple is struggling to hold on. Isn't this murder?" the man argued.

"Excuse me, senior brother, where am I now?" Chang Qing asked.

"On the ring."

The man then spoke but suddenly stopped, realizing that he was now in a duel.

"Since Senior Brother knows and understands, then it is reasonable for me to use this method. Besides, I was invited by Senior Brother Ling, not to take the initiative to compete."

Changqing's tone suddenly became heavier.

"Brother, do you know how big the difference in strength is between me and Brother Ling Yu? It's more than a whole level. If I don't use some tricks, I will be the one to die accidentally!"

"So I dare to ask you, Senior Brother, are you stupid? You bite whoever you catch, you are just a stray dog ​​on the roadside~"

Changqing cursed and ignored him.

On a stand very close to Changqing, a little fat man waved his fist and said excitedly: "Beautiful fight, a role model for our generation!"

Yun Qinghan also had a slight smile on his face.

"You..." This person noticed thousands of strange eyes looking at him, and was afraid that his little thoughts would be exposed by Changqing again, so he left his seat in a hurry.

"This kid is right. In a real battle, the enemy's tactics are much more complicated than this. Fighting is not playing house. Competition is also a simulation of actual combat. If you can use it and it is effective, it is a good method!"

The voice of the handsome uncle came from the high platform.

When the disciples saw that the sect leader had said that they were on Changqing's side, they knew that the matter was settled.

After hearing what the sect leader said, some disciples also realized that the reason they felt angry was that Chang Qing had produced a result that was completely different from his weak strength. Who would have thought that a small character could make this disciple with thunder spiritual roots suffer a setback!

It's just caused by psychological imbalance.

"Okay, let's continue the game!" The leader's voice came, skipping this episode.

Chang Qing looked at the reactions of the crowd and felt that it was time to end it. He also felt that he could not win, otherwise it would cause even greater chaos, which would not be in line with his original intention of practicing in a low-key manner.

Chang Qing then acted as if his spiritual power was exhausted and his face turned pale, causing the handsome uncle on the podium to praise his good acting skills.

The wind died down and the stench gradually weakened. Ling Yu finally stood up and looked at Chang Qing who was still weak. Ling Yu was confused and doubtful. Chang Qing's methods were cunning and unpredictable. For a moment, Ling Yu could not figure out whether what Chang Qing showed was true or false.

Shaking his head, not wanting to take any risks, Ling Yu still concentrated all his spiritual power and slashed out a sword energy with all his might.

Chang Qing secretly cursed Ling Yu for being cautious, and he had to suffer a little before he could make him believe.

Helplessly, Changqing could only barely hold up a spiritual shield, and it was the kind that flickered.

After that, there was no suspense. The sword energy with lightning flashed across, the spiritual shield was shattered, and Changqing was thrown out of the ring. It was over at this moment.

When the disciples on the field saw this scene, the imbalance in their hearts dissipated a little.

As long as the competition results are satisfactory, that's fine.