"Only this few people entered the second round?!" In the dim hall, someone said gloomily, his voice was not loud, but it carried a strong pressure.
Everyone in the hall did not dare to speak, even breathing carefully, for fear that they would become victims of venting their anger.
"Jin Ping, tell me."
The person who was called shook slightly to make sure that it was him who was being called, and finally stood up reluctantly.
"The butterfly leaves used by the Wuhua Sect in this competition have added a lot of difficulty to the promotion. Even the Wuhua Sect has many good disciples who were eliminated in the first round." The Wuhua Sect all The competition is so fierce, not to mention these expatriate disciples who are already very restricted.
No wonder those little disciples were there. They guessed the ending the moment they saw Butterfly Leaf.
However, this is not the point. What is important is how to calm down this uncle's anger quickly. This person is not as easy to talk to as other sect leaders. They know what kind of person this person is in their family, and no one dares to offend him.
"Then how can others do it? A mere Huyang sect that has long since declined can have eighteen disciples selected. What about you? The disciples who went there were all carefully trained disciples. What kind of good news did you bring back to me? .”
"Seven. Are the others all bastards who can't hold up the wall? What do you do for food?" Zhenjun Yuehua was so angry that the veins on his neck protruded and visibly floated. The ferocious appearance is shocking.
Many people present felt uncomfortable with these words, and some were so bold that they couldn't help but glare at the person above them.
As a leader, how can you speak like this? This one is really becoming more and more careless. Do you think they are really afraid of him?
Everyone present here is a monk with a high status in Jinlei Sect. They are either the leader or the most powerful person in each peak. They all know what this competition of Wuhua Sect means. Those sent there were almost all the disciples of the monks present or at home, and they were still the top ones.
The leader's words were not a slap in anyone's face, but a naked slap in their face.
In fact, the children had already told them what the situation was like at the Wuhua Sect.
Most monks can still understand. Although they are friends of the sect, the gap between the two sects is more than tens of thousands of miles? The resources that the Wuhua Sect can provide are more than a thousand times theirs, so it is natural that their disciples are strong.
Traditional matching sometimes depends on luck, but it's hard to tell anything. But the Butterfly Leaf matching method adopted by the Wuhua Sect, selecting those with similar strengths together... completely exposed the shortcomings of their small sect.
Cultivation strength is the same standard throughout the world of cultivation, but the strength of monks at the same level can be very different.
The disciples of the Wuhua Sect are rich in resources, and both their spells and techniques are far better than those of the Jinlei Sect. Almost all grand events and secret realms are open to them, so the disciples' actual combat experience must be superior. In such a situation where everyone is superior in everything, even if they are at the same cultivation level, the possibility that the Jinlei Sect disciples will be at a disadvantage is very high.
It’s no wonder that so few of them were selected this time. Apart from bad luck, it may be due to lack of strength.
Anyway, from the current point of view, it seems that they really did not seize this opportunity.
Their Jinlei Sect, a medium-to-large sect that can rank among the Wuhua Sect, is actually not as good as the Huyang Sect. The number of people selected for the second round is more than twice as many as theirs. Such a comparison simply compares them. Their faces were torn off and stomped on the ground, which also showed that their disciples were incompetent and useless.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that this means that the Huyang faction has invisibly plundered their resources. This opportunity was already rare, and all the small and medium-sized sects fought hard for it.
As a friendly sect with a very close relationship with the Wuhua Sect, the Jinlei Sect has an extremely natural advantage. They are confident that their disciples will not lose to the disciples of other sects. Even the disciples of the Wuhua Sect are secretly comparing themselves to them. Heart. This is how it should be...
Unexpectedly, their plans were completely overturned. Before they even officially entered, the battlefield fell into a complete decline. This made Yuehua, who was far away in the sect, flew into a rage and summoned the Jinlei Sect disciples who were in the Wuhua Sect back overnight.
A group of people were called over and scolded before they could even sit down.
The insulting words spoken by Zhenjun Yuehua instantly offended all the monks present, and also wiped away the slightest trace of shame in everyone's hearts, turning them into dissatisfaction and impatience.
It's just that the instigator didn't seem to notice this, or in other words, he didn't care about it at all, and continued to curse, degrading the group of young monks participating in the competition to nothing.
After scolding for a long time, it seemed that he had finally vented enough, and then he sent everyone back in disgust, and asked the young disciples participating in the competition to come to him the next day, and called it guidance.
In fact, no one present knew that he wanted to scold them a second time, this time to attack their treasure. It's a pity that their anger can only be anger, and they can only tolerate each other at this stage.
Wait, then. One day they will repay each other one by one, and repay him for "taking care of" them for many years.
Many people suppressed their anger and left the hall.
Some people didn't even leave the hall completely and pouted at the door. Their eyes were full of hatred, and then they threw up their sleeves and walked away.
The young man in a black shirt slowed down and walked side by side with the male cultivator in lake green clothes behind him.
"Senior Brother Wuhua, don't you think the leader has changed? It's really hard to understand now."
"This temper...has not changed. I have watched him grow up, and he has such a bad temper. When he is angry and panicked, he starts to speak arbitrarily and nonsense. He was a person who even dared to talk back to his master before. .”
"That's true. In the early years, I also heard that Senior Brother Yuehua was a very irritable person. But later he became the leader and restrained himself a lot. We rarely see him this irritable."
"That's right. He's just so annoying, there's no need to dwell on it."
"It's nothing, it's just that I just saw that his mental state seemed a little abnormal, and I always felt that there was someone special who asked this question."
"Oh, it would be great if the mental state is really different. We have really endured it for many years. Junior Brother Yishui, you are not aware of something when you are out all the time, he..."
When Zhenjun Yishui heard this, he showed an expression of surprise and uncertainty, as if he was hearing this for the first time and was a little doubtful.
"I thought he was so abnormal because something happened to his beloved disciple. Did it turn out that he had been like this for a long time? It's embarrassing to say that I only found out about these things today."
"If you don't tell me, I don't even remember it. It seems that Lu Haiying's incident did have a big impact on him..."
