The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Game two is witchcraft.

Witchcraft can be divided into white witchcraft and black witchcraft. The former is used to save people, while the latter is used to kill people. In Yu Wan's view, a femme fatale woman like Nangong Yan would naturally not compete with white witchcraft. I don't know what Nangong Yan negotiated with Dr. Yu Shi, but Dr. Yu Shi showed a embarrassed look.

After a while, Doctor Yushi discussed with Taiwei and Taifu, and then came to ask Emperor Ji and Yu Wan if they could accept the challenge of black witchcraft.

Yu Wan looked at Grandma, who nodded at her, and Yu Wan said: "Accept!"

Doctor Yu Shi said: "Because black witchcraft is too overbearing, the wizards of both sides must ensure that they will not hurt innocent people, otherwise they will be regarded as losers."

"Okay." Yu Wan nodded.

Nangong Yan also nodded, expressing acceptance.

Doctor Yushi said seriously: "Then next, please send out your own wizards from the two emperor concubines."

To everyone's surprise, Nangong Yan turned out to be the national teacher.

The national teacher blatantly fought for Nangong Yan, which can be regarded as a disguised admission that the National Teacher Palace has colluded with the queen.

Yu Shaoqing squinted his eyes and said: "He is so courageous, he is not afraid of being convicted of the Queen's crime."

Helian Beiming said calmly: "Maybe they don't care anymore."

Yu Shaoqing frowned: "What do you mean?"

Helian Beiming paused, and said: "You pay attention to your siblings and A Wan, and if anything happens, take them away in time."

Yu Shaoqing said: "What? Are you still worried that the little Diji will start killing?"

Helian Beiming said: "The rabbit bites even in a hurry, that woman is already crazy, who knows what she will do if she loses."

If Nangong Yan lost, she would lose everything, but Nangong Yan never thought that she would lose.

In the first round, they cheated and played tricks, but there were not so many surprises in the next round.

"What? Is my sister afraid?" Nangong Yan said sarcastically.

"Emperor Ji?" Doctor Yushi looked at Jiang's group urgingly.

Moon Hook, as powerful as an ox, took a step forward with a cold expression.

Nangong Yan's eyebrows twitched, he gripped the armrest of the seat and said, "Slow down!"

Doctor Yushi turned to look at her: "What's wrong with little Di Ji?"

Nangong Yan glanced at Yuegou who could knock the national teacher flying with a single punch, and said coldly: "In this round, you must not use martial arts."

Wizards, like Gu masters, are not martial arts practitioners, so there was no limit to martial arts in the previous competitions, but since the little Diji spoke up, and since there are lessons learned from the past, the Sangong will naturally not reject the little Diji's request.

Doctor Yu Shi said seriously: "Okay, in this round, except for witchcraft, you must not use other things on your own initiative."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuegou stepped aside, grinning his lips, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth!

Behind him, a thin old man who could be blown away by a gust of wind came out slowly.

With such an old body, the national teacher in his prime could beat him to tears with his bare hands!

Nangong Yan was so angry!

What kind of guys are these guys, how can they be so treacherous and cunning! ! !

It's not that Nangong Yan doesn't believe in the strength of the national teacher, but if there is an easier way, she will naturally not choose the riskier one.

But it's too late to say anything now, it was she who asked to add this rule, and she must not be allowed to go back on what she said.

Nangong Yan gave the teacher a look.

The national teacher understands.

What Nangong Yan meant was that there is no need to show mercy.

In fact, the national teacher has never considered showing mercy to these guys, especially this ghost priest. He was once a serious confidant of the master when he was alive. Although the master defeated him, he was invincible. It is the regret in Master's mind.

He believes that this regret will no longer exist today.

The old man walked to the center of the altar and stopped three steps away from the national teacher, his wrinkled eyes burst out with sharp and sharp rays of light.

"Is Yu Wenxuan your master?" the old man asked.

"It's the family teacher." The national teacher said.

The old man nodded: "It's just right, what he owed me back then, you will pay it back together today."

The national teacher said disdainfully: "Don't talk too much, it's not certain who wins and who loses."

"Don't you know how much you have? Your master is not my opponent, so you don't need to mention it." The old man has always been reticent, and today he has said all he has said for a whole year, "Okay, let's start."

The old man was about to take his seat, but the national teacher took a few steps forward and whispered in his ear, "Master, don't forget the purpose of you leaving the ghost clan. The king of the ghost clan ordered you to bring back the Great Diji, isn't it?" Help her ascend the throne."

The old man paused.

The national teacher said sarcastically: "How long do you think you can keep it a secret?"

The old man looked at him calmly.

The national teacher's eyes signaled him to look to the left, under the altar.

The old man looked at it without a trace.

He met a pair of death-like eyes.

The owner of the eyes was hiding in the crowd, dressed in black.

This is the emissary of the ghost clan.

Like witchcraft, the messengers of the ghost clan are also divided into white messengers and black messengers. The white messengers are the ones who perform the tasks. The old man and Awei are all white messengers. Once the white messengers defect, the ghost clan will dispatch black messengers. , Hunt and kill the white envoy.

The black messengers appeared, which means that their actions have been known to the king.

In fact, the moment Nangongli recognized the old man's identity, the old man guessed that there might be such a possibility, but Nangongli stole Shura, and the old man didn't think he really had the guts to go to the ghost clan to inform him.

It seems that Nangongli doesn't have the guts, but the national teacher does.

The so-called retreat is just a pretense, and in fact, it has done a lot of bad things secretly.

The national teacher looked behind the old man, obviously still immersed in the joy of victory in the first round, but Awei and the other three who did not find the black messenger, kindly reminded: "It is still too late to escape now."

If you run away, you lose the game.

There was no trace of expression on the old man's weather-beaten face. Suddenly his robe moved, and a paper man flew out of his sleeve.

The national teacher turned his head to avoid it, but the piece of paper still cut the cloth on his shoulder.

"That's my answer."

After saying that, the old man ignored the provocation from the national teacher, and went to sit down on his own cushion. There was a table in front of him, and some weird things were displayed on the table.

The most powerful black witchcraft is the puppet technique. When the puppet technique is practiced to a certain level, it can even control living people, but that method is too inhumane, and the wizards have already banned it.

Today, both of them chose this way by coincidence.

With a flick of his wide sleeve, the old man knocked the contents of the desk to the ground, then he took out a dagger and put it on the table lightly.

The national teacher sneered.

He didn't have a dagger with him, but he could find someone for it.

He gestured, and a guard pulled out the dagger from his waist and put his hands on the table.

"What are they doing?" Yu Wan asked in a low voice.

Qingyan stared and said: "They want to use witchcraft to control each other and force them to draw their swords and kill themselves."

Yu Wan's eyes widened: "You're just playing so big?"

Qingyan was also puzzled, Grandma seemed to be murderous, and after being with Grandma for so long, it was the first time he met Grandma who wanted to kill someone. What did you say?

There was no time limit for the second round of the competition, until they were controlled by the opponent's witchcraft and lost their self-awareness. Although the common people did not understand black witchcraft, they knew it was a fierce battle when they saw the daggers they took out.

Everyone tensed up involuntarily.

A national teacher in his prime, an old man in his dying years, how does it look like a unilateral crush?

"Grandma's condition is not right." Qing Yan said.

"What's wrong?" Yu Wan asked.

"I can't say it, but I just... just feel that he seems to be a little flustered." Others can't see this, but Qingyan, Ah Wei and Yuegou who have been with Grandma all the way can feel it more or less. Mama's strange.

Yu Wan was puzzled and said, "Did Grandma be frightened by the national teacher?"

Qingyan shook his head: "It should not be logical."

Grandma's strength is far above that of the national teacher, so she shouldn't be so flustered, so what is Grandma worried about?

The old man's worry was not only that they were vigilant, but the national teacher was also aware of it. After all, he was sitting directly opposite the old man, and he could see every cold sweat on the old man's forehead.

The black messenger would take his life away at any time, no wonder he was so restless.

But maybe the black envoy will be disappointed, today, the ghost priest's life is his!

The two closed their eyes, sank into their dantians, and an invisible coercion pressed towards each other.

Everyone couldn't understand what the two were doing, but they could vaguely feel that the atmosphere at the altar had changed, the wind around them seemed to have stopped, and the dagger on the desk began to shake.

The old man's body began to shake slightly.

The national teacher still sits firmly like a mountain.

"Oh, I'm afraid the old man is going to lose."

"Yes."

"Hey, that's the national teacher, who can be the opponent of the national teacher?"

The hot discussion became louder and louder, even Nangong Yan heard it.

The corner of Nangong Yan's lips twitched, "Emperor Ji, let's see how you can win this round!"

It was too late to say it, but it was too soon, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Break!"

Boom!

The body of the national teacher flew out!

Holding a shining dagger in his hand, he fell into the crowd with a bang!

He fell unbiased, and happened to be at the feet of the black messenger.

He stood up tremblingly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stretched out his hand: "Help, help me."

The black messenger recognized him and gave him a hand.

At this moment, something unbelievable happened.

The national teacher, who was supported by the black messenger, stabbed the black messenger's heart with a knife.

The black messenger didn't even have time to be surprised, so he fell to the ground in a daze.

The moment the dagger left his body, blood spattered the national teacher's face.

The national teacher was shocked and suddenly woke up!

He looked at the dagger in his hand, then at the place he was standing, and finally, at the fellow black messenger who had been stabbed to death by him, he froze inexplicably.

A chill came up from the soles of his feet.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "He killed! He lost!"

Do not hurt others, otherwise it will be regarded as a loss.

It doesn't matter whether the black messenger is a good guy or a bad guy, but as long as he is a human being, he cannot be hurt.

Of course, the national teacher can say that he was manipulated by the old man, but that would be tantamount to admitting that he was unconscious due to the interference of the other party's witchcraft, which is still a loss.

The national teacher couldn't figure it out, why did the situation that was already a sure thing to win become like this in the blink of an eye?

Not only did he win, but he also used his hand to kill a black messenger!

Could it be that the restless look of that old guy just now was all an act?

The national teacher clenched his dagger tightly, raised his head, and looked at the old man on the altar.

The old man casually walked to the edge of the altar and gave him a condescending look.

The cold wind blows, and the old man is immortal.

Suddenly, the immortal old man stretched out his hand, and pointed a contemptuous little finger at the national teacher!

The national teacher who vomited three liters of blood: "...!!"

The black messenger had already died, and the guards came to carry him down.

Although Yu Wan didn't know the identity of the other party, maybe the one who made Grandma kill him must not be a good person.

Yu Wan didn't waste her heart of the Virgin Mary, she stepped down from the chair, looked at Nangong Yan whose face was black as charcoal with high spirits, bent her lips and said, "What should I do, little Diji, you have lost again!" ! Two victories in three rounds, there is no need to compete next, are you willing to gamble and admit defeat, or do you want to renege on your debt?"

Nangong Yan's nails dug into the flesh tightly: "Helianwan, don't be too arrogant!"

Yu Wan said strangely: "Why am I not arrogant? I have the capital to be arrogant. My father is the heir of the Helian family, my mother is the Emperor Ji of Nanzhao, my husband is the son of Yancheng, and my father-in-law is Da Zhou Yan." Wang, my step-father-in-law is the general of the world's soldiers and horses, and my son is Qizhang Xiaogu, I am not arrogant, who is arrogant?"

Nangong Yan fell backward in anger!

She has seen someone who is arrogant, but she has never seen someone who is so arrogant. Doesn't she know that there is a saying that when the water is full, it will overflow, and extreme joy begets sorrow?

That's right, she didn't intend to do this at first, but since they all forced her, it's no wonder she was so cruel!

"Shura!"

Nangong Yan gave an order, and a powerful aura came over the sky, covering the entire altar like a dense net in an instant.

Yu Wan raised her head in astonishment.

I saw the sky, which was still brightly sunny just a second ago, suddenly covered with dark clouds. Large swathes of black clouds floated over layer upon layer, and the sky darkened.

Nangong Yan said frantically: "Kill them! Don't let a single one stay!"