Old Man Mo Lin spoke with a smile, and said hoarsely: "Fellow Taoist Yujizi, all the disciples of your sect are indeed extraordinary. It seems that not a single disciple has been eliminated yet. It seems that this year's Duantianya Fighting Technique,
Cangyun’s lineage is bound to win, right?”
Yu Jizi smoothed his long beard with his hand and said with a smile: "They are all incompetent disciples, but they make all fellow Taoists laugh."
Old Man Mo Lin snorted: "Ineffective? Not necessarily. The young disciple on the No. 1 stage just now was able to activate the last of the Eight Divine Sword Forms, Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect. At such a young age, his Taoism is so high, so he is said to be incompetent.
Fellow Taoist Yujizi, is it too humbling to praise yourself?"
Everyone nodded slightly. The jade stone platform gathered in the No. 1 arena was the closest, only a few dozen feet away, so these big guys could see it most clearly. Although Qi Feiyuan was also injured, his last hand of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was really impressive, unless it was the third
As a master of the eighth level of spiritual silence, other disciples may not be sure to take this move.
Fairy Yimiao smiled softly and said: "Sect Master Mo is absolutely right. I dare to ask fellow Taoist Yujizi, which of his disciples was the one who returned to the sect with ten thousand swords just now?"
Yu Jizi smiled slightly and said: "That disciple's name is Qi Feiyuan, and he is a disciple of Junior Brother Yunsong, the first of Yujian Peak, one of the four lines of Cangyun."
As soon as this statement came out, many elders from the Demon Sect started talking about it.
Houtu Qiqi advocated that Yunchen said calmly: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Yun Song, an old Taoist. Hey, he is not very capable, but he has a good eye for accepting disciples."
Yu Jizi still smiled and seemed not to have heard Zhang Yunchen's disdain for Taoist Yunsong in his words just now.
Guan Shaoqin opened his mouth and said to Master Jingxuan who was sitting next to Yu Jizi: "Junior Sister Jingxuan, the woman who just activated the flames on the seventh stage should be Junior Sister's disciple Gu Pan'er, right? The divine sword in her hand,
Could it be the burning smoke that has been passed down by Cangyun Sect for thousands of years?"
Master Jingxuan nodded slightly. She had been paying attention to her disciple's performance on the No. 7 arena just now. It was indeed good. He defeated the opponent without using all his strength and retained a lot of true energy to prepare for the subsequent competition.
She smiled and said: "Yes, he is a disciple of the poor nun."
Everyone has been discussing the performance of the disciples of the Cangyun Sect just now, which makes Qiankunzi, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, a little depressed, but he also has to admit that the young disciples of the Cangyun Sect of this generation are indeed outstanding, far surpassing the Xuantian Sect.
, which made Qiankunzi depressed and a little powerless, with a feeling of having no successor.
He suddenly said: "Qi Feiyuan and Gu Pan'er, disciples of Cangyun sect, did really well just now. I'm afraid they are only one step away from the realm of Lingji. It is estimated that within ten years, both of them can break through the barrier of life and death."
, entering the realm of spiritual silence. But have you noticed the fight in Arena No. 10 just now? The female disciple of the Cangyun Sect, in Pindao's opinion, is the best."
Everyone was stunned, only Yu Jizi and Li Feiyu had a strange look in their eyes.
Chen Xuanjia, the leader of the Shura Sect, said: "Yes, the other disciple on the 10th stage just now is my disciple. His cultivation has reached the peak of out-of-body cultivation. Originally, I thought he had the strength to advance to a few rounds, so
So he passed on to him a relatively powerful magic weapon, the soul-chasing and soul-seizing rope passed down by the ancestor of our sect. However, the Cangyun woman on the 10th stage broke the shackles of the soul-chasing and soul-seizing rope in an instant.
The Cangyun Sect is worthy of being an ancient sect as old as my Holy Religion. It is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. If that female disciple had not used a powerful magic weapon to break the rope of chasing souls and seizing souls, hehe, I am afraid that her attainments in the Yin-Yang, Qiankun and Dao have already been
……hey-hey……"
He didn't finish speaking, and kept letting out a low sneer, which made other people's hearts skip a beat.
Qiankunzi's eyes narrowed and he glanced at Yujizi whose expression had not changed much, but then he looked at Master Kongyuan beside him and said with a smile: "Master, what do you think?"
Master Kongyuan's haggard face was covered with layers of wrinkles. He clasped his hands together and first pronounced a Buddha's name.
Then he said: "The poor monk's eyes are dim and he only pays attention to the first few arenas. As for the tenth arena in the east, the poor monk doesn't pay much attention."
Ye Xiaochuan was in a good mood and walked to the No. 6 arena with Wangcai in his arms. He had no choice but to do so. In the next second competition, the Cangyun Sect would only compete as a disciple of Zhao Wuji. In the No. 6 arena, his brothers would naturally come to support him.
Just walking a few steps, he saw Bailiyuan, Xiaochi and others gathered around to share the spoils. It seemed that Bailiyuan had made a right bet in the last round of handicap and made a fortune. This surprised Ye Xiaochuan because
At that time, he looked at the arena where Baili Yuan opened the handicap. She should lose with only a pair of tight-fitting panties, but he didn't expect that he would make a mistake.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan coming, Bailiyuan and others immediately laughed happily.
Xiaochi held a pile of silver shells to show off and said: "Brother Xiaochuan, look at how much silver I won!"
Ye Xiaochuan glanced at Xiaochi with disdain, took a silver shell from her arms, weighed it in his hands, and said with a smile: "Is this pile of silver earned by the seven of you just now?"
Xiaochi nodded proudly.
Jiese's fat head suddenly stretched out his head and said: "Boss, it's not seven people. My younger brother has also become a shareholder. It should be eight people."
Bailiyuan slapped Jiese angrily and said, "Do you call that buying shares? We all pay for it, have you paid a penny for it?"
Jingse argued: "Monks have nothing in all four things, how can they have money?"
Ye Xiaochuan looked at them with pity, threw the silver shell in his hand onto the pile of silver in Xiaochi's arms, and said with a smile: "The eight of you made less than five hundred taels together?"
Baili Yuan proudly raised the banknote in his hand and said: "There are also one thousand taels of banknotes. Everyone can share two hundred taels equally, no problem!"
Ye Xiaochuan exaggeratedly said: "You are so awesome! Keep up the hard work!"
After saying that, he didn't bother to pay attention to these guys. He carried his wealth, held his head high, pointed his nostrils at them, and strode towards the No. 6 ring.
Everyone was suspicious, and originally wanted to hit Ye Xiaochuan, but they didn't seem to see someone's angry look as expected.
Yang Jiujiu followed Ye Xiaochuan and passed by Zhu Changshui and others. He suddenly took out a handful of banknotes from his arms, waved them in front of everyone, and said: "My senior brother just killed someone and made 5,800 taels."
, each of you has earned two hundred taels, what do you have to show off?"
Ye Xiaochuan said without looking back: "From now on, call me Gambling God River."
He spoke boldly, and walked away gracefully, leaving behind everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.
