This idea came to Miss Susu's mind for just a second before she quickly suppressed it - what a joke, if she dared to play match-fixing so blatantly, Qin Wuyi would have to skin her.
For another one, is there a good way for Junior Brother Xiao Gu to advance without me having to step in?
Thanks for the little green tea? This guy is so rich that he asked her to act as a director and organize a movie viewing for everyone in the Sword Sect?
This is a good idea, but in this way Xie Qingzhi will not only bribe the first peak to become an actor, but also bribe several other sword peaks... Let's not talk about whether she has so much private money. If such a big thing was discovered by the sect, her butt would probably have to be spread open by the master.
Compared with the worries of others, Gu Changsheng's mentality is much better, but he is a little regretful.
It's impossible to qualify lying down, so you have to work harder.
He walked off the ring and was greeted by the resentful faces of Little Green Tea and Pei Ningning:
"Senior Brother Gu... we are in trouble this time." Little Green Tea sighed and said: "The Sixth Peak is participating in the competition again. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it. If we really can't even make it out of the group stage, I'm afraid there will be Lots of noise…”
"Senior Brother Gu, can we still recreate the glory of the Sixth Peak now?"
Gu Changsheng pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Don't be afraid, two junior sisters. Although the First Peak and the Third Peak are powerful, they are not invincible. The victory in the arena depends on the state of the two sides and who has the stronger sword intent." The solidity and sword heart are more tenacious, and you will never surrender just to see who is more famous."
"Xiao Gu is right." Da Green Tea looked at Gu Changsheng with a smile, and said in a soft and waxy voice: "If we, the sword cultivators, don't have the courage to face strong enemies head-on, then why should we cultivate swords?"
"The matter has come to an end. Let's not be melancholy here. Let's quickly go to our senior brothers to discuss strategies against the enemy!"
Xie Qingzhi nodded, said hello to Mrs. Xie and left in a hurry. At this time, Senior Brother Xu Mo and Senior Brother Huang Wentian were also anxiously looking for Gu Changsheng.
When the two sides met, they did not waste time complaining or sighing. Senior Brother Kotou said solemnly: "The competition in Group A will begin first. The order of battle will be announced soon. We must first discuss how to use our strengths and avoid our weaknesses."
Huang Wentian, the anti-bone senior brother, took the initiative and said: "The third peak is the Jian Peak where my father lives. Most of the senior fellow apprentices there are acquainted with me, and I know their fighting habits better. I will deal with them."
"How sure are you?"
"Sixty percent."
"That's enough." Gu Changsheng nodded and said, "Senior brother, what's your winning rate against the masters of the first peak?"
"I haven't tried it." Xu Mo replied cautiously: "The first peak is full of talents, and it is the real top sword peak... Even I only have no more than a 30% chance of winning."
Gu Changsheng groaned when he heard this, and thought to himself that he had almost forgotten that what this guy cultivated was not sword intention at all. His fighting method was very different from traditional sword cultivation.
"Well... how about you let me fight the people from the First Peak." Junior Sister Pei on the side raised her hand weakly: "Anyway, I don't have any connection pills, so it doesn't matter if I lose."
"This is the best choice." Xu Mo and Huang Wentian nodded, using the weakest point to give away points in exchange for a chance to qualify. No matter who they are, they will make such arrangements.
Gu Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then turned to Pei Ningning and asked, "Are you okay?"
Little Pixiu nodded vigorously. In her opinion, not only was she lagging behind in terms of strength, but she was not as pure, cute and lovable as Junior Sister Xie. She had almost no other advantages except that her breasts were much larger than Xie Qingzhi's. Basically, he was brought in as a mascot by Gu Changsheng.
Junior Sister Pei really likes spirit stones, but she is determined not to be able to sit there with peace of mind and wait for everyone at the Sixth Peak to work desperately for her benefit.
"Then it's decided." Gu Changsheng did not hesitate any longer and nodded: "Junior sister Pei will be the one to go up to the first peak... Remember, if you can't beat, just admit defeat and don't be reluctant to fight. Do you understand?"
Little Pixiu muttered, but didn't say anything. After the first and third peaks were arranged, the remaining ones were arranged in order according to their strength.
In the first round, Brother Goutou will play the fifth peak, and Brother Gutou will play the third peak. Gu Changsheng and Little Green Tea will be substitutes for the time being, and will wait until the second round to see the opportunity to play.
There are a total of twelve competitions in Group A. Each sword peak has to fight against other sword peaks in the same group twice. In the end, the one with the highest points will compete for the two qualifying spots.
This competition system is fairly fair. Each Jianfeng team has two chances to fight, which can maximize the chance of deciding which one is stronger.
Xie Qingzhi bit her lip gently, her eyes flickering. She put aside her harsh words and wanted to enter the finals... If she swam back in the group stage, would she be laughed to death by Qi Hansu?
She secretly made up her mind, as long as the previous competition went well, that would be fine. Once there was a situation where she might not be able to qualify, then she would use the spiritual stone, magic pill, and pills to create one or two fake ones even if she risked her butt. Let the actors come.
After a short exchange and communication, the major sword peaks in Group A quickly determined their plans for the battle. The participating disciples of Jianfeng from other groups were sitting in the spectator seats, preparing to watch the exciting battle that was to follow with great interest.
They couldn't let go of this opportunity to know their opponent's strength in advance. At the same time, people who were secretly opening the market outside the venue also started to move.
"The hottest one in the audience, how many points will the Sixth Summit be eliminated with? If you get 0 points, you will lose ten, and if you get six points, you will lose one hundred!"
"How many points will it take to qualify for the first summit? Six points will pay you one point and one point, and zero points will pay you one thousand! Hurry up and place your bets!"
"..."
"The first competition, the sixth peak versus the fifth peak, the participating disciples come on stage!"
After hearing these words, Xu Mo, the dog-headed senior brother, slowly stood up and nodded to several junior brothers and sisters.
"Second Junior Brother, Junior Brother, I'm going!"
"Eldest brother, we are ready to win!"
"Senior Brother, let those little black fools see the details of our Sixth Peak!" Senior Brother Anti-Bone encouraged: "Punch them to death! It's best to make them unable to stand up!"
On the ring surrounded by sword-suppressing stones, Xu Mo and the Fifth Peak disciple opposite faced each other, stepped up the steps step by step, and finally stood not far away from the meeting, clasped their fists and saluted, exchanging names:
"The sixth peak, Xu Mo."
"The fifth peak, the highest peak."
The fifth peak disciple named Gao Feng is a big man with a strong back and a strong back. He also has an upright face and looks exactly like the honest and honest senior brother with a dog head.
"I've heard of you. Senior Brother Xu." Gao Feng suddenly said, "We used to do a mission to kill monsters together, and you were very strong."
"Thank you." Xu Mo said sincerely: "Although you said so, junior brother, I have a reason to win."
"Understood, I hope you can do your best."
As the two men each took out their own magic swords, the solemn murderous aura on the field became more intense. The magic weapon that looked like a sword but was not a sword attracted the attention of many people.
What kind of magic weapon is this? Does anyone else’s sword look like this?
Is this Senior Brother Xu Mo really a sword cultivator?
Before they could contemplate the magic of this magic weapon, the voice of the elder calling out the start of the competition suddenly fell, and the peak that had been staying in place suddenly moved!
Extreme challenge! win!
(End of chapter)
