Fei Yihe finally won.
A thrilling win.
This is the second one. The top one hundred outer disciples were promoted, and the rest all lost.
As the only two remaining outer disciples, the names of Wang Teng and Fei Yihe were once again spread.
Relevant information gradually came to light. For example, Fei Yihe's cousin was a monk, and Wang Teng also worked under this monk.
Even the fact that Wang Teng used to be a handyman was quickly unearthed.
Chen Qingyan listened to the discussions among many outer disciples at the scene, and felt that maybe tomorrow, the matter of Qingyan Alchemy Shop would be spread.
This is a good thing.
Chen Qingyan thought to himself.
If there are too many rumors, some people will definitely be curious about how an outer sect disciple who was once a handyman can increase his strength greatly in a few years and finally lose to the inner sect disciples in a row.
Once you start thinking about it, you can't avoid Fei Yilong and Qingyan Alchemy Shop.
As the alchemy shop becomes famous, medicinal materials will continue to flow in.
Of course, those who discussed it also included the disciples of the inner sect.
After listening for a long time, Chen Qingyan chuckled.
Then we left the main peak directly and returned to our residence.
Fei Yihe was exhausted, but insisted on watching the entire competition and stayed.
Chen Qingyan knew that he still had thoughts about the top ten opponents in the grandest Valley Summit, perhaps because he was unwilling to do so, or because he wanted to prove something.
But whatever, their goal of this trip has been achieved, the rest doesn't matter.
Nothing happened all night.
The next day.
The final battle of the top 100 has begun.
Each player needs to win at least three games in a row and then have a bye in the fourth game to enter the top ten.
The largest gambling house in Jugucheng has already listed the identity information of hundreds of contestants, including odds.
Wang Teng's name was ranked among the top.
As for Fei Yihe, he was at the end.
It is said that the person in charge of the ranking is a fortune-telling monk in the gambling house who has practiced the "Secret Art of Searching for Dragons". Although the secrets are chaotic, some clues can be gleaned from the personal appearance.
He has the vision of a monk and is also a fortune teller, which is very convincing.
As a result, many gamblers placed heavy bets on Wang Teng, thinking he could make the top ten.
As for Fei Yihe, some people also placed bets, but the amount was not large.
Of course, the ones who placed the most bets were the famous geniuses from the inner sect of Lingu. However, the odds would naturally be very low, and they would not earn much if they won.
In such a comparison, Wang Teng, a once unknown outer disciple, is obviously more challenging and has higher odds.
Then,
The first battle,
Wang Teng, who had high hopes among countless gamblers, faced off against the inner sect genius "Cong Yanqing" who was ranked number one and had the lowest odds.
Defeated simply and neatly.
Those gamblers with bleeding hearts finally realized that the gambling house had known for a long time that Wang Teng would face Cong Yanqing tomorrow. No wonder the odds were so high.
Suddenly he yelled angrily.
On the other side, Chen Qingyan, who lost to Cong Yanqing, felt a little unhappy.
It wasn't that he was unhappy about losing to his opponent, but that in the first game, he encountered Cong Yanqing, an inner-sect genius whom he had heard about in Lingyuefang City. He was unhappy about this matchup.
I originally considered making it into the top ten, but as soon as I came up against the number one in the inner sect, it was a slap in the face. Winning would be more than worth the gain.
He just wanted to take the opportunity to attract more talented people, not to attract attention from above. Those big families with Daxiu in charge were not something he could provoke now.
Chen Qingyan turned around and returned to his seat. Chen Qingyan saw Fei Yihe grinning and having such silly fun that the depression in his heart dissipated.
"Hehehe, we'll see about it later."
Fei Yihe stood up from his seat, waving his fan with a high-spirited look on his face.
"Oh!
! "
Less than half a quarter of an hour later, Fei Yihe was blasted out of the ring.
His whole body was in tatters, and his thick black hair was burned only to a few inches.
Flames were billowing, and a heroic female disciple, holding a sharp blade, looked down sarcastically at Fei Yihe, who was getting up from the ground.
"You have reached this age, and you still dare to turn three times to refine your soul."
After leaving a word, the flames behind the female disciple quickly converged, and finally turned into flame patterns on her robes.
Under Fei Yihe's helpless and furious gaze, he left gracefully.
"I've taken a look."
A dull reply came from behind Leng Buding, and Fei Yihe could barely hold back. He only felt a sense of grievance, and tears welled up in his eyes - I didn't let you see this.
Immediately, he stared at the female disciple’s retreating back and said bitterly:
"Little girl, I remember you. Don't think that you can be arrogant just by relying on the power of a magical weapon. Why can't I refine my soul in the third level because I'm old?"
Chen Qingyan put his hand to his forehead, "How long are you going to stand here? Don't be embarrassed and change your clothes quickly."
After Chen Qingyan lost, Fei Yihe also lost in the first round.
As the only two remaining disciples of the outer sect, it is not surprising that they stopped here.
Fei Yihe went to find a place to deal with his image, while Chen Qingyan stayed to continue watching the battle.
One after another.
The level of excitement is much better than yesterday, and it is very enjoyable to watch.
Even Fairy Hongyu, who had been lacking in interest, started watching silently.
Monks have a long lifespan. The most ordinary monks can live for more than 200 years. It is also a pleasure to spare two days for Gu Feng to watch the growth of his descendants.
The fighting continued late into the night.
The outside world was as dark as ink, but within the main peak, it was as bright as day.
As a movement comparable to that of a monk fell, the venue was still for a while, and then there were bursts of cheers and little screams.
It also means that this Gu Summit Wu has come to the final curtain.
Chen Qingyan stood up and clapped.
Next to him was Fei Yihe, who had a shocked look on his face, holding his hair with only an inch of hair in his hands, and an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Don't you think it's a coincidence that the person who defeated us in the first round is our opponent in this final?"
Chen Qingyan's tone was calm.
From the moment he faced Cong Yanqing, he guessed that Lingu might have started operating behind the scenes again. Sure enough, Fei Yihe's opponent, the female disciple, was also the best among the inner sects in terms of her own strength.
"It seems that the top ten magical elixirs and magical weapons should not be simple." He said.
Fei Yihe deeply believed it, but when he thought that he would never be able to take revenge in this life, his chest felt tight.
Chen Qingyan continued, "In this case, it is a good thing that we did not enter the top ten."
Fei Yihe's heart moved, he turned his head and looked at the dozen outsiders gathered together, and said in a low voice:
"I said something was wrong. They were too young. Some of them were not as strong as the people I met before, but they actually broke into the top 100."
Chen Qingyan nodded, "This grand event may seem huge, but it is not much different from the previous Gufeng Wushu. The share of the evil spirit has been negotiated with the big and small families in the ancient town long before it starts. The quota for the outer sect has been determined by If we take over, then the top ten will naturally have nothing to do with us."
"unacceptable."
Fei Yihe clenched his fists.
"It's just normal profit distribution. You are already in your thirties, it's time to understand this."
Chen Qingyan's tone was leisurely.
Fortunately, I have a practice room. 8.2...m. :
