The eighty-four disciples of Tianzhu Peak, twelve disciples in a group, divided into seven groups and walked towards the martial arts field of the first to seventh levels of Qi Condensation Realm.
They were so aloof and isolated, without any verbal communication with other disciples.
Even if he glanced at the other disciples inadvertently, he would just glance over as if he hadn't seen them.
All the disciples were also as silent as a cicada. They all knew that these direct disciples were not to be trifled with and were the most perverted existences in the sect.
If you fight against them, unless you have nine lives, you will die without knowing how.
Yan Yun glanced at the direct disciples of his ancestors sitting in front of him, and the lines of longitude and latitude suddenly appeared in his eyes, sweeping across the Dantian of the cultivators.
He twitched the corners of his lips, feeling calm.
"Senior Brother Yanyun, I really made a mistake in the Patriarch Hall that day. I didn't expect that Senior Brother could win six consecutive victories."
Behind Yan Yun, Tian He, the banker, finally appeared.
Yan Yun shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Senior brother, why do you have to tease me? The previous six competitions were all about playing tricks. Today is the main event, and I am just a sparring partner."
Tian He laughed loudly and said, "It's good that senior brother knows."
Yan Yun showed a look of dissatisfaction and said: "I wonder if senior brother has participated in the competition of the Soul Seizing Society. I heard that any disciple of Sixiang Peak does not need to compete within the sect to participate."
Tian He shook his head and said: "This is spreading rumors. If the disciples of Sixiang Peak want to participate in the real soul-catching meeting, they still need to pass the test of being the direct descendants of their ancestors, but they just don't get to the stage. Usually, the disciples of Sixiang Peak Issue a challenge and compete at Tianzhu Peak. If you win, you can join the direct lineage of our ancestors."
"Is there such a good thing? Who do you plan to challenge at the same level, senior brother?"
"Haha, senior brother, there is no need to provoke, I will not ask for trouble."
"If I had known this, I would have shown a weak point in the sixth competition. If I had lost, I wouldn't have had to be a sparring partner for my ancestor."
"Senior brother has amazing magical powers. Maybe he can defeat the direct descendants of our ancestors?"
"Even senior brother is not willing to challenge me, why do you have such high hopes for me?" Yan Yun sighed, "Senior brother is not kind, I should have told you as soon as possible."
"Senior brother has won six games in a row and has made huge profits from betting. I can't stand in the way of my fortune."
"Come on."
"By the way, senior brother, do you want to raise your bet?" Tian He said with a smile on his face, "The odds between senior brother and senior brother Gong Zheng are one to twenty. Even if senior brother adds a spiritual stone, if he wins, he will get twenty Even if you take away the commission for me, you can still get nineteen spiritual stones. This business has great potential."
"Senior brother, do you want to harm me?"
"Hey, that's wrong. I just think that if senior brother can win six times in a row, he might be able to beat senior brother Gong Zheng to the ground."
"Don't come, luck may not always be there. I don't want to be stupid."
"Senior brother is too unconfident. Based on senior brother's previous performance, he may not be inferior to senior brother Gong Zheng."
"Really, I really believe what my senior brother said. How about adding a spiritual stone?"
"Senior brother, why are you so stingy?" Tian He smiled, "Senior brother has won six games in a row and has not used the bow and arrow on his back, so he obviously has some spare strength."
"You mean these two scraps of scrap metal? These are the ones I used when I was in the mortal world, to bluff people."
"Haha, senior brother is very clever, but betting on a spiritual stone is still too little."
"Senior brother, what do you think my chances of winning are?"
"Thirty percent."
"Can't there be more?"
"cannot!"
"Then senior brother still persuades me to raise my bet?"
"As the saying goes, things are unpredictable. What if senior brother wins?"
"Since senior brother is so optimistic about me, I can never refute senior brother's love. In this case, I will bet two thousand spiritual stones."
As soon as these words came out, Tian He was shocked.
According to the odds, once Yan Yun wins, he will receive tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
Similarly, two thousand spirit stones are not a small amount for a Qi Condensation Realm monk, and once they are lost, they will be extremely worthless.
What surprised Tian He even more was that Ji Zhao and Yuantai each bet one hundred spiritual stones on themselves to lose, and at the same time they bet five hundred spiritual stones on Yan Yun to win, while Qingchan bet all six hundred spiritual stones on Yan Yun to win.
Yan Yun bet two thousand spirit stones, which is how he emboldened himself in front of the enemy. The other three bet like this, aren't they afraid of losing their pants?
Perhaps it was the courage shown by the four of them that aroused Tian He's interest, and said: "Since the four of you are sure that Senior Brother Yanyun can win, I will be brave enough to place a bet of two thousand spirit stones on you to win!"
After Tian He finished speaking, he took out two thousand spirit stones and threw them to the monks in his sect.
Yan Yun said: "Senior brother, your eyes are as sharp as a torch, and you will never disappoint me."
Tian He said: "Hey, it's not worth it. My two thousand spiritual stones were wasted."
This Tian He is also a person who likes to argue. He always plays against Yan Yun, and when he gets up to leave, he is still shaking his head.
The communication between the two was filled with the tacit understanding between friends.
"Haha, this person is quite interesting..." Qingchan laughed.
"He is indeed an interesting friend." Ji Zhao agreed.
Yan Yun sighed inwardly. After all, his three senior brothers had not experienced many dangers in the world under the protection of Yu Zhenzi. Tian He's origin was unknown and he suddenly appeared here. Who can guarantee that he was not spying on Gong Zheng of Tianzhu Peak? ?
In Yan Yun's view, only friends who have experienced life and death together are true brothers, just like the sergeants under his command at Longtou Pass, they can trust each other with their lives.
In the Nanshan Sect, the only people he could trust were the three senior brothers Qingchan, Yuantai, and Ji Zhao. Not only did the four of them come from the same sect, but they had also experienced the bloody storm in Lianyun Village and the pursuit of the Mengling Sect monks to the Xiqiang region. Escape from death.
At this time, Juyuan Realm monk Liao Sheng, who was sitting on the high platform in the center, stood up.
"Everyone, the descendants of the ancestor have already entered the scene. The selection within the sect has reached the most critical moment. I hope that all the disciples will rise to the challenge and select the real winning disciples for the sect!"
"As we all know, any disciple who outperforms the ancestor's descendants will receive an additional reward from the sect. This reward can be chosen by the winning disciple. The reward is not without great rewards!" Liao Sheng spoke faster, speaking passionately, "Heaven is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. I hope that all participating disciples will go all out, follow the way of heaven, work hard, and make great achievements for our Nanshan Sect!"
Hearing this, Yan Yun became even more excited. If he could defeat Gong Zheng and obtain the secret method of refining the summoning stone spirit talisman, his combat power would be doubled.
"The seventh match of this Soul Seizing Society sect's internal selection competition begins!"
With a wave of Liao Sheng's hand, the most intense and exciting competition within the Nanshan Sect's Soul Seizing Association Sect's selection competition begins!
This time, Ji Zhao and Yuantai were both ranked ahead of Yan Yun.
Facing Ji Zhao was a female disciple from Tianzhu Peak. The two were equally matched, and the fight was inseparable.
When the female disciple released a white-haired wild wolf from the spirit beast bag to help, Ji Zhao immediately admitted defeat and exited the battle intact.
Yuantai's opponent turned out to be a monkey man, which made his heart pound.
He was already a little wary of Ji Zhao, but when he met another one, he still lacked confidence. After only nine rounds, he was kicked to the ground by the opponent.
Yuantai was also a bachelor and immediately shouted to admit defeat.
These two games were far from satisfactory to the audience, and there were boos in the stadium.
Ji Zhao and Yuantai acted according to Yan Yun's instructions and turned a deaf ear to Zhu Xiu's ridicule.
When Yan Yun was defeated in the final competition at the seventh level of Qi Condensation Realm, it was probably because Zhu Xiu had seen that the good luck Yuantai among their group was not satisfactory, so he started taunting him wantonly.
"Hey, your two accomplices are acting like dicks. Stop struggling. Give up early and don't hinder me from getting the spiritual stone!"
"Brother, Senior Brother Gong Zheng is a ruthless person among the seventh-level monks in the Tianzhu Peak Qi Condensation Realm. Be careful, or someone else's head will fall to the ground!"
"Hey, how can ordinary disciples be better than the direct descendants of the ancestors of Tianzhu Peak..."
"..."
The final competition between the seventh-level Qi Condensation Realm disciples is destined to attract attention.
Not only the Qi Condensation Realm monks were making a lot of noise, but the Lingtai Realm monks on the central stand also turned their attention here.
"Junior brother Yanhe, do you want to take a gamble?" Jiumo asked.
"I wonder how senior brother wants to bet?" Yanhe could only say with a smile.
"Ten thousand spiritual stones, if your disciple wins, it will be yours." Jiumo said.
"Senior brother, you think too highly of this disciple..." Although Yanhe cursed secretly in his heart, he still wanted to seek an advantage first.
"Humph, it's just a chance to get lucky with your junior brother. Why don't you think highly of it?" Jiumo was displeased.
"Just for the win or loss of a low-level disciple, I can make my senior disciple bet ten thousand spiritual stones. Doesn't that mean he thinks highly of me as a disciple?" Yanhe replied, "I'd better not bet. No matter how capable I am as a disciple." , and cannot be the rival of the direct descendants of our ancestors."
The monks in the Lingtai realm just laughed and said nothing when they saw Jiumo and Yanhe fighting.
Liao Sheng sat cross-legged at the top of the cultivators, his sharp eyes scanning the group of Lingtai Realm cultivators, and he couldn't help but frown.
In his opinion, even before the outcome was decided, these Lingtai realm monks here had already preconceived the idea that the direct descendants of the ancestor would win, and they were somewhat following the trend.
That's fine, the key point is that Zhu Xiu's eyesight made him quite disappointed.
Yan Yun's six consecutive wins were definitely not a fluke. In each game, he showed that he only counterattacked when he was defeated. It seemed to be a coincidence, but if there were more coincidences, it would be worth pondering.
At the critical moment of the fierce battle between the two sides, Yan Yun was still able to control it just right, which only shows that his strength is far superior to the six previous disciples.
Moreover, when Yan Yun took the summoning stone spirit talisman from Luofu's hand unprepared, it did not escape Liao Sheng's consciousness. However, in the next five competitions, Yan Yun never used it, which is enough to show his strength.
What makes Liao Sheng even more puzzling is Yanhe's attitude. He actually doesn't know much about his favorite disciple. Obviously, there is not much interaction between master and disciple. If Yanhe knew more about Yanyun, he would not raise it with Jiumo. When betting, he avoids it and instead believes that his disciple has a higher chance of winning.
Therefore, when Liao Sheng turned his eyes to Yanhe who was smiling, he snorted coldly.
"The seventh level disciple of Qi Condensation Realm, Gong Zheng Yanyun enters the stage!"
As soon as the shouting ended, Yan Yun stood up from his seat, instead of jumping onto the stage as usual, he walked step by step towards the competition venue.
This time, he did not put the bow and arrows on his body. He only held the evil-slaying spear upside down, with the tip of the spear touching the ground, drawing a clear straight line on the ground.
There are about thirty steps in total from the stands to the competition venue. With every step Yan Yun takes, his momentum increases by one level. When he stands in the competition venue, his whole body is like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, waiting for Give an order!
"It's interesting." A smile appeared on Liao Sheng's lips.
