Just after Yang Yi messed up 10 times in a row, one of his disciples finally couldn't help but stand up.
He stared at Yang Yi and looked at him like this for a long time before he said, "Brother Yang, I don't want to fight you. Please accept me. I want to learn to play cards from you."
After Yang Yi heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly: "I just have better luck today."
"Relying on luck? Can you achieve this step by relying on luck?" The disciple said with a look of disbelief.
"Why is it impossible? Why don't you take a look at that table?" Yang Yi said, pointing to a table not far away.
It turned out that while he was playing cards, he was also paying attention to the situation living next door.
At that table, there was a long, fair and fair girl with a confused and nervous look on her face. She pushed the card she had just drawn:
"Please help me see if I...are reconciled?"
After saying this, she looked at the other three people nervously.
Now she could see that the faces of the other three were getting darker and darker, and they looked like they were about to overturn the table at any time.
She was very scared.
Especially since she just grabbed a handful of Tianhe's good cards.
This girl is naturally Xue Zixiao, who was sent by Yuwumen to participate in the mahjong competition.
Looking at the dark faces of the other three, she asked nervously: "I...did I do something wrong?"
"No!" After hearing this, a young disciple sitting opposite her forced an expression on his face that was uglier than crying and said, "No, you did it right."
Yang Yi looked at the chips in front of Xue Zixiao that were much higher than his own. He nodded happily and thought to himself: He is indeed a player of my Yuwu Sect.
The three demon-slaying pavilion disciples who were sitting at the same table with him felt chilled in their hearts. Is Omonomen the birthplace of the God of Gamblers? Why is every card skill that comes out so terrifying?
As soon as this thought appeared in my mind, I heard a burst of shouting coming from a distance: "Can you play cards or not?"
When Yang Yi heard the voice, it was clearly Xiang Furong's voice, and then turned around to look for the voice.
Xiang Furong stood up, pointed at a young disciple in front of him who was trembling with fear, and shouted: "Obviously the next one wants Jiu Tiao, but you still want to fight him, do you have any insider dealings with him, Elder?"
...Come quickly, someone at my table cheated. They teamed up to cheat and eliminated me. I don’t accept it. Ah..."
Seeing that Xiang Furong was about to go berserk, Yang Yi quickly stepped forward to stop her and persuaded her: "Master, don't be angry. There are Zi Xiao and I. Our Yu Wu Sect will definitely win a great victory. Please calm down."
cool down."
Xiang Furong couldn't control that much, and immediately got angry, causing everyone to fall off their horses, and the entire competition ground fell into panic for a while.
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The sacred mountain in the north.
It is also in the far north of the north, where there are continuous snow-capped mountains, the largest of which towers into the clouds, like a long sword thrust into the sky.
There is a distant legend in the north, saying that the most noble Buddhist monk in the world lives in that building.
This allows countless young people to set out from the human world to the north every year to climb this sacred mountain.
They all have the same goal, which is to climb into the mountains and find the legendary holy monk to become their disciples.
If you are extremely talented in cultivation, you can see the holy monk's throne and become his disciple.
If you have average qualifications, you will only get nothing in this cold and dead snow mountain.
The reason why so many young people are keen to climb the sacred mountain to become a disciple is not only because of the firm belief in their hearts, but also because of the deeds of the holy monk.
Almost everyone in the world of cultivation knows that this holy monk on the sacred mountain is called the Wanxiang Holy Monk.
He is one of the strongest human beings with the longest lifespan in the world of cultivation.
Over the past endless years, he has taught many famous disciples.
300 years ago, a disciple who came down from the sacred mountain went to the Human Dynasty and built a temple outside the city called Chongfa Temple.
Yes, he is one of the Seven Ultimates.
Two hundred years ago, another disciple who inherited the swordsmanship walked down the sacred mountain and founded a sect by the North Sea.
Later, due to the turmoil in the world of human immortality, this sect was also squeezed into the Seven Jue Ten Sects and was named Chenjian Sect.
Galloping across the North Sea with sword in the morning.
The master of the Chenjian Sect is known as the Sword God of the North and is powerful throughout the North.
Before that, he was also one of the many young people who climbed up the sacred mountain to become a disciple.
Won’t people in the future follow Zhenxiang’s example?
After erasing these names that come to mind in the human world, the sacred mountain is just a mountain, just an ordinary taller snow-capped mountain.
There is a temple on the top of the mountain. It is all white and very simple. It is hidden in the sea of clouds and is difficult for mortals to see.
In a side hall of the temple, the spiritual energy of this place is very abundant.
At this time, a little girl who looked young was sitting there, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and her expression seemed to be in pain.
There were dozens of iron chains wrapped around her body, and complex formations were carved on the ground.
Every time this formation flickered, the surrounding iron chains shook, tightly constricting the little girl's body and pulling out a black energy from her body.
The fishing immortal wearing a bamboo hat outside the store was looking at the situation in the hall nervously, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.
"It has been 49 days, and I don't know if it will succeed in the end."
At first, he took the little girl out of Fuxian Lake and came to the sacred mountain in the northern region, hoping to find a solution to the black-haired demon on her body.
Although he finally found the solution, towards the end, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"So far, everything is going pretty well."
A bald monk stood beside him and said.
The whole person is short in stature and looks a little stout. He is wearing a loose cotton robe and looks a bit honest from the side.
Facing the fishing immortal's question, he said slowly: "The holy monk has cleared away the death energy in her body, but the existence of such a thing as the demon is originally born from death, from yin to yang, as long as she is alive.
, Yi will still gradually accumulate death energy."
"When taking action, it will arouse the evil spirits of heaven and earth, bringing with it all kinds of disasters! The little girl herself will not resist these, so what the holy monk means is that even if she succeeds this time, she cannot leave the sacred mountain."
"Can we really just leave her here?" the fishing immortal asked in a low voice, frowning.
At this moment, a sound of pain came from the hall: "Ah..."
At this time, the little girl frowned, as if she was about to open her eyes, and the iron chains around her seemed to be against her, tightly suppressing her soul, preventing her from waking up.
But every struggle she made was accompanied by the vibration of the iron chain. The vibration of the iron chain became stronger and stronger, and then bounced back to him.
There was a bang.
The light of the formation stopped flickering and began to shine continuously. At this time, the entire side hall was like a sea of fire.
The sea of fire all over the place was still scorching, and the little girl couldn't help opening her mouth to scream, and then spit out a huge puff of black gas.
Bang...
The black energy almost broke through the roof of the side hall, but was finally refined by countless flashes of red light.
After the little girl breathed out the black air, all the iron chains on her body fell to the ground as if they had lost their spirituality, and her body also fell backwards.
Upon seeing this, the fishing immortal rushed in, supported the little girl and asked with concern: "How are you?"
"ah……"
The little girl just moved her mouth and made a simple tone.
The fishing immortal became even more worried when he saw this, and asked with concern: "What do you want to express?"
Then the little girl slowly opened her eyes and stammered with all her strength: "Guo... Guozi."
The fishing immortal couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then fell silent.
Okay, at this point, you are still thinking about food.
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"Wow..."
Beiyin looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but let out a scream.
Today is the main event of the Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit, and the crowd in the auditorium next to it is very huge.
Yesterday's mahjong competition was nothing compared to today's main event.
The square at Qingtian Peak was packed to the brim, with only one arena in the middle.
In order to ensure that all battles in the field receive the greatest attention.
Every chief disciple must reach the top under the watchful eyes of the entire Demon Slayer Pavilion.
Today is the first round of the official competition. Half of the 64 disciples will be eliminated. Yang Yi will be on the stage soon.