Chapter 5181 Dead End

The head of Xuanzhi frowned. This loneliness seemed innocent and harmless, but it was very tricky. There was no room for failure in this game, and a countermeasure had to be developed.

At this time, a disciple with an aquiline nose stood up and said, "Master, that loneliness has made two debates in a row, and it's our Kuchan Sect's turn to present a question. I happen to have a debate, and I guarantee this. Loneliness can't answer."

The head of Xuanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said solemnly, "Yuanqing, let's hear it."

Yuanqing walked to the head of Xuanzhi and whispered a few words. The head of Xuanzhi nodded approvingly: "In that case, you can go on stage."

Yuanqing entered the competition stage with a bright face, Yun Chujiu's face was as usual, but she thought in her heart, the so-called comers are not good, she has to seize the opportunity.

So, she said, "This time, the debate is from a poor monk."

Yuanqing snorted coldly: "You have already made two debates in succession, and it should be our turn to suffer from Zen."

"Most of the previous debates were written by you Kuchan Sect, I only made two, isn't it too much?" Yun Chujiu said lightly.

If it weren't for the purpose of maintaining the "pure and harmless" character of the lonely little monk, this guy would have sprayed Yuanqing's blood on his head, shameless!

Yuanqing rolled his eyes, he knew that it was useless to argue with Yun Chujiu, and said, "You and I don't have to fight anymore, let Master Defang decide."

Yun Chujiu sneered in his heart, the old monk from Germany must be a member of Kuchan Sect, and he must be oriented towards Kuchan Sect.

However, before she could stop her, Master Defang said:

"Although most of the previous debates were written by Kuchan Sect, there are five rounds in this round, and the questions should be taken in turn. This round should be written by Kuchan Sect."

Yun Chujiu scolded the old monk in her heart, but she also knew that since the words of Master Defang had been spoken, there was no room for change, and she said lightly: "Since Master Defang said so, then you should ask the question. "

Yuanqing's eyes flashed with pride, and he stretched out his right hand: "The poor monk has an inch mouse in his hand, do you think it is alive or dead?"

The inch mouse, as the name suggests, is only one inch long, very small and exquisite.

This kind of inch mouse is not of high rank, and its attack ability is also very general, but it is good at researching ink, and some people keep it as a spiritual pet.

Yuanqing's words immediately caused an uproar, and everyone in the audience discussed: "The lonely little master must lose now, and the inch mouse in Yuanqing's hand must be alive at this time.

If the lonely little master said that the inch mouse was alive, Yuanqing would crush the inch mouse to death, and the lonely little master guessed wrong.

If the lonely little master said that the inch mouse was dead, Yuanqing would not do anything, and the lonely little master was still wrong. "

"You're right. This question is very similar to the one that Little Lonely Master has asked before. This time, Little Lonely Master will definitely lose."

"I really don't want Lonesome Little Master to lose, but there's nothing I can do about it. This is a dead end."

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Liao Wuzhangmen and others naturally guessed this, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, everything was fixed, Yun Chujiu won two games with Xiaoqing before, and was finally returned.

With a smug look on Yuanqing's face, he urged: "Lonely, don't linger, just admit defeat!"

Yun Chujiu sighed: "I know, whether I say that the inch mouse is dead or alive, it is a defeat."

Yuanqing said arrogantly: "You know it's good, since that's the case, are you admitting defeat?"