The young Taoist lingered in front of Yan Yun and others' seats for a moment, and then left with two hundred and eighty spiritual stones satisfied.
He was probably wondering if there was something wrong with these seven people. He clearly told them to buy one game at a time, but the four of them acted like crazy, each buying seven bets with the same amount. .
When he found out that three of the four people would participate in the next competition, he could only wish them success, but he didn't think so in his heart.
As the saying goes, there is always a mountain high. Where do these people get the confidence to ensure that they win every game in the next game?
These four people were watching the battle from the seats on the first level, and the competition events they participated in were at the fourth, fifth and seventh levels. Do they think they can participate in the competition with low-level monks?
When he turned back to look at this strange group of friends, the thunderous-faced monkey and the eye-catching white-fronted tiger man were actually refining a shield-shaped magical weapon with the same appearance on their seats.
This temporary cramming posture left him dumbfounded. Can this magical weapon that was just sacrificed be sent and received freely?
Anyway, he couldn't think about it. After leaving the four of them for a while, he shook his head.
"Senior brother...do you want to place a bet?"
Fortunately, he did not forget his own job, and turned his target to a first-level monk who looked rather arrogant.
At this time, one of the seven sails hanging above Zhu Xiu's head emitted a dazzling light, shining blue, radiating across the entire martial arts arena.
This was like a signal. The cultivators who were whispering or busy placing bets stopped one after another and looked up together.
"The competition will start at the beginning of Chen Shi, all disciples, hurry up and prepare..."
A manly voice sounded.
The projection of the sundial immediately appeared on the display screen in the competition venue, and the slanted shadow indicated that Chenshi was not far away.
Yanhe stood up from his disciple's seat, released his spiritual consciousness, and looked around the arena.
As a newly promoted monk to the Lingtai realm, he had little time to teach his disciples and focused his main energy on obtaining resources and improving his own magic power.
Even if fourteen of his disciples participated in the Soul Seizing Meeting, he could not spare time. He only planned to meet with his disciples before the official competition to talk about the techniques and techniques, as well as the origins of their opponents. Which mountain top, what are the characteristics of the technique and what should be paid attention to.
Unexpectedly, one of the disciples gathered around him was missing, and he was still missing. He looked at the list, but he still couldn't remember who the person named "Yan Yun" was.
However, Yan Yun was participating in the seventh-level competition, which was extraordinary. If he won, it would bring gold to his master's face, so he had to find it out.
Of course, he is not afraid of Yan Yun avoiding the battle or running away. No one in Nanshan Sect dares to do this, and no one can bear the consequences of dying.
Finally, he saw someone stand up when he encountered his spiritual consciousness, and bowed to him as a disciple from a distance.
Yanhe looked at him and the three people around him, and finally remembered, isn't this the Talisman Maker disciple?
"Why are you here? Don't you know that I am here?" Yanhe asked with a serious look on his face.
Then, he saw Yan Yun and a little flying man, like their buttocks were on fire, unfolding their lightening techniques and quickly approaching him.
"Disciple Yanyun, disciple Qingchan, pay homage to Master..."
When the two came closer, they hurriedly saluted.
Yanhe didn't even look at Qingchan, his eyes fell on Yanyun, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that he had an extraordinary bearing and showed no fear or nervousness in the face of the battle.
"In addition to making talismans, have you ever practiced the skills and techniques of this sect? How far can you drive sword energy?" Yanhe guessed that since this disciple is a talisman maker, he is likely to focus on this path. As a result, one's own cultivation is neglected. If you encounter an ordinary opponent, you may be able to cope with it, but once you encounter a strong enemy, you may not be able to do what you want.
"Reporting to Master, this disciple is not good at using swords." Yan Yun told the truth.
"What?" Yanhe was stunned for a moment, then laughed at himself, "Haha, my disciple doesn't know how to use a sword. Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"
"This disciple doesn't dare. It's just that he's not good at using the sword. It's not that he hasn't done research." Yan Yun explained.
"What's the difference? This sect is a sword sect!" Yanhe looked angry, pointed at Yan Yun, and scolded, "The bow and arrows on your back look like scrap metal. Are you trying to use these two things to fight with others?" Competing at the same level, right?"
"To be honest, Master, for ordinary opponents, the disciple's talismans can deal with them."
"Haha, do you know who the first disciple you are fighting against is?"
"We have checked the list. The disciple is in the fourth match. The senior brother we are fighting against is Senior Brother Xiong Qi from Jiumo Peak."
"Do you know what kind of miscellaneous studies Jiumofeng is good at?"
"This...disciple really doesn't know."
"Hmph, I'm telling you, this peak is good at formations, and your talisman technique may not be a trick!"
"Master, please give me some advice." Yan Yun is well aware of the power of formations. Formations and talismans are mutually reinforcing. It would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to gain some skills in dealing with formation masters.
However, the way of formations and the way of talismans are the essence of a vast range of miscellaneous studies, and not everyone can master them.
Even Yanhe himself has no experience in these two arts and has only achieved a small amount of success in refining weapons. How can he come up with any high-level opinions?
"That's why I ask you if you should hurry up and practice the skills and techniques of our sect. It takes time for the formation to be activated. In this moment, if you can strike first and gain the upper hand, you may be invincible. "
It is true that Yanhe did not have the best way to deal with the formation master, but after all, he was a Lingtai mirror monk, his vision was higher than ordinary people, and the fighting methods he taught could still hit the point.
Of course, his method must be based on one premise, that is, Yan Yun must be quite accomplished in exercises and spells, otherwise everything will be in vain.
This requirement is too difficult for the Talisman Maker.
However, Yanhe himself probably didn't expect that Yan Yun was the hidden alternative.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance." Yan Yun expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart this time.
"Well..." After Yanhe finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and flew towards the stands in the center.
The central stand is filled with Lingtai realm monks from various hills. It is divided into three levels according to the realm. The most junior monks sit on the lower level.
Before Yanhe could take his seat, he suddenly heard an old voice coming from above his head.
"Yanhe, the fight is about to begin, and you are still chattering to your disciples. Are you still trying to win?"
Yanhe looked up and saw that the old man speaking was none other than Jiumo himself!
In terms of realm, Jiumo is one level higher than Yanhe. He is a mid-level monk in the Lingtai realm, and his tone of voice seems a bit dismissive.
No matter how dissatisfied Yanhe was, he couldn't show it. Instead, he smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Jiumo, please forgive me. My disciples cannot be compared with the disciples under my command, but if I don't try my best, I will be disrespecting my senior brother." .”
"Haha, what you said is so true, even the ghost thought he was coaxing him!" Jiumo sneered, "The disciple who just spoke to you is called Yan Yun, right? My direct disciple has a problem with him, and he begged me to find a way. He has been asking for revenge for a long time, just wait and see the good show."
Yanhe's heart skipped a beat. Yan Yun almost couldn't even remember who he was, but Jiumo already knew it very well, so it was a bit confusing.
Of course, as a junior monk in the Lingtai realm, he is naturally not as good as his higher-level brothers in terms of martial arts and magical powers. It is normal for the disciples who have taught him to lose in the competition, but he can at least hold on a little longer. It gave him a face and gained his reputation.
Jiumo's exit has obviously been aimed at Yan Yun for a long time, and he must have conducted a thorough investigation into his details in private, which is more targeted.
In this case, wouldn't Yan Yun not even have half a chance of winning?
Yanhe cursed secretly in his heart, but he had no choice but to hope that Yanyun could survive one more round without embarrassing himself, and he would be blessed with endless blessings!
He swept through the stands at the seventh level of the Qi Condensation Realm and found the location of Yan Yun and Qing Chan. Looking around again, he found a pair of hateful eyes from the crowd, falling on Yan Yun's back like tarsals!
I remembered!
Isn't this the disciple who had a conflict with Yan Yun when he was guarding the sect's formation, and was stopped by him?
It turned out to be Jiumo’s personal disciple!
