In Zhang County, Tianlang Mountain, where the Tianlang Sect is located, looks the same as usual. However, due to the isolation of the protective formation, no one knows that the heart-stopping and shrill howls of wolves are filling the interior of the protective formation at this time.
It covers the entire Tianlang Peak.
"Hey, the nine true demon wolf souls are really generous!"
In a secret place inside Tianlang Peak, a bust of a wolf head completely outlined by gray mist was half-suspended above a crystal ball, speaking with a mixture of exclamation and ridicule.
"If you want a body, I can prepare it for you now."
The deep voice of Master Gray Wolf echoed in the secret room.
The soul wolf seemed to be a little afraid of the real gray wolf. After hearing this, the wolf head bust could not help but retract half of its body towards the crystal ball, but it also appeared more solid. Even the expression on the face of the soul wolf
All can be seen clearly.
"Forget it. These are just ordinary wolf demons. How much potential do they have in the future? I would rather wait a little longer, at least to find a body with Sirius bloodline."
"The bloodline of Sirius? I'm afraid it's not easy to find. When you people from outside the world come to this world, most of them are abandoned children who were exiled. How can there be any descendants of noble blood in it?"
The soul wolf suddenly let out a burst of laughter, which shook the body of the soul it had condensed and began to scatter: "Who said there is no such thing? Why do you think the original ferocious beasts and desolate beasts in this world can rely on instinct to grow to this level without knowing how to practice?
Such a situation?"
The news revealed by Soul Wolf seemed to surprise Gray Wolf. After a while, his voice rang again and said: "It turns out that the demon clan's plan from the beginning was to cultivate the body of the indigenous demons in this world.
Come on, no wonder you support me in raising a pack of wolf demons in Lingzhang County, it seems you are really abandoned!"
"Humph, that's not necessarily the case!"
The soul wolf snorted coldly, and then said: "I know you are ambitious. As long as you can find me a wolf demon body with demon immortal blood, then I will help you take a further step in your cultivation and spy on the Taoist realm.
how?"
"Why should I believe you?"
Soul Wolf's tone was full of temptation: "Only because I can help you advance to the Tai Gang Realm! You are an ambitious person, are you really willing to only stay at the Tai Gang Realm in your future cultivation?"
After a long time, the voice of the real Gray Wolf came over again: "I have always been curious, what is the reason why you came to this world?"
"Haha, this, maybe in the future when you really have the opportunity to have a glimpse of the Taoist realm, you will be qualified to know a thing or two..."...
Three days passed very quickly, and the fourth round of the competition began. Many monks from around Wasteland Town flocked to Xishan Village to watch the battle. However, when they entered the village entrance through the passage, the attentive monks discovered that Gao Xuan was in the past.
The huge bronze mirror above the entrance of the village disappeared at some point.
The twelve monks participating in the competition have already arrived in front of the school arena, waiting for the draw of lots for the duel, and no one from the rest of the local monks has left, except those who have passed the first round of the competition and are qualified to listen to the sermons and teachings of real monks.
In addition, the majestic and powerful spiritual power in Xishan Village also made them reluctant to leave easily.
Perhaps because every competition today can determine an elite disciple, the atmosphere in the school grounds seems a bit solemn. However, what they don't know is that around them, there are countless spiritual consciousnesses.
I walked around and watched today's competition.
"Why did fellow Taoist Junshan ask us to pay attention to this competition today? Although there are some talents among these Yang family disciples, there is no need for us to pay such attention. Ying Mou is here for this
But even my planned trip to Zhangjun in person has been postponed. Do you fellow Taoists know the reason?"
"Even if you have never seen Yang Zhenren's calculations, you have probably heard about them a lot. Since he informed us personally, but did not explain the reasons, I think there must be deep meaning in them. I will just wait and see."
"You have forgotten Master Qin Xi..."
"It's the opposite of the extreme, I think Master Yan must know it."
"Ahem, everyone, the roll call in the arena has begun. I'll wait and see!"
The voice of Master Yan Dazhi suddenly intervened in the exchange of spiritual consciousness among all the Masters, causing everyone to turn off the fire for a moment.
"The first game will be between Yang Qinhu and Yang Qinlou!"
"The second game, Yang Qinyuan vs. Wu Chunxi!"
"The third game, Yang Qingui versus Yang Qinjie!"
"The fourth scene, Su Changan and Yang Qinren!"
"The fifth game, Feng Yuankun versus Ding Rulan!"
When the candidates for the first five duels were announced, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the Yang family wanted to ensure at least one elite disciple with a foreign surname. However, whether it was Feng Yuankun or Ding Rulan, these two minor cultivators almost all had the potential to attack the elite disciples.
Although they have the qualifications, they may all fail in the fourth round. Fortunately, the six eliminated people can still compete for the places of two elite disciples, but there is a glimmer of hope.
After the roll call monk finished announcing the fifth match, he couldn't help but paused. He seemed a little surprised when he saw the candidates for the sixth match. He glanced at Yang Junping who was at the top without leaving any trace.
, finally announced loudly: "The sixth game, Yang Qinyan versus Chi Feifei!"
"Huh?"
"Oh, could it be..."
Although the few secretly paying attention to the real people did not pay much attention to Yang's elite competition, they also knew that among the twelve people participating in the fourth round of competition today, there was no monk named Chi Feifei.
As for the many monks watching the battle in the school grounds, they were already in an uproar.
"It's a mistake!"
"It should be Liu Lichang from Huyao County. Chi Feifei was not, well, the one who was eliminated by Liu Lichang yesterday!"
"Did Feng Yuankun abstain from voting?"
"Liu Lichang is here. How can he abstain from voting when everyone is here?"
"Is there some inside story behind this matter?"
Unknowingly, the crowd on the school ground emptied two people out of the crowd. One was Liu Lichang, whose expression was changing, and the other was Chi Feifei, who was a little unbelievable but at a loss.
Liu Lichang instinctively sensed that something was wrong. In fact, he wanted to run away immediately or capture someone from the crowd as a hostage. However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he became more and more afraid to act rashly, not to mention the leaders on the campus.
There was also a real person present, but the more indifferent he became, the more it seemed that there was something wrong in his heart.
Liu Lichang sighed in his heart, knowing that he had fallen into a trap carefully designed by the Yang family, and I was afraid that every move he made next would be planned by the other party.
He slowly raised his hand and asked under the gaze of everyone around him: "Liu Lichang of Xiahuyao County won the third round of the competition three days ago. Why was he replaced by his defeated opponent in the school competition today? Is this the case?
Is there any misunderstanding?"
"No misunderstanding!"
A voice suddenly sounded beside him. When Liu Lichang heard the sound and looked around, he saw a young and honest-looking monk looking at him. This monk had been standing next to him before. Liu Lichang
Li Chang always thought that this person was also here to watch the game, and the two of them even smiled at each other and said hello.
"The Yang clan has become a branch of the human clan, and the elite disciples recruited are naturally from my human clan. Since you are not a cultivator of my human clan, why do you need to take a trip through this muddy water?"
Yang Qinlang's words made the people watching the battle on the school field suddenly exclaim. If he was not a human monk, he would be someone from outside the territory. But why had no one noticed the existence of this person before, and why was it only now that he was exposed?
In this way, wouldn't it be too unfair for the monk who was eliminated by this person in the previous three rounds of competition?
Someone immediately thought of the disappearance of the bronze mirror hanging high at the entrance of Xishan Village today. Could it be related to this matter?
And secretly, the spiritual consciousness of several real people from various sects are also communicating.
"I can't tell. I can't be mistaken. Everyone, have you discovered anything?"
"I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but I also didn't notice anything wrong with this person."
"There should be no mistake, right? Master Junshan will help us clear up our doubts?"
"Let's wait and see..."
"If this person is really from outside the territory, then the matter will be serious..."
Liu Lichang's expression changed after hearing Yang Qinlang's words. What he was most worried about really happened. His eyes wandered and he realized that he had been surrounded by several monks at some point.
When he got up, these people looked at him with sneers and contempt.
Such a situation made him simply throw away all worries and said loudly: "What do you mean by this? Is this what the Yang family calls fair and just in selecting elite disciples? If Liu is from outside the country, how could he be from the outside world before?"
No one has mentioned it yet? Now that Liu is about to get the elite disciple spot, the Yang family can’t wait to jump out and try to deprive me of my qualifications. Hey, since the Yang family is unwilling to give up the elite disciple spot to monks other than the Yang family, then
You can just do the selection behind closed doors, why would you resort to such hypocritical tricks and make people laugh at you for nothing!"
"Ha, have you really started to instigate?"
Yang Qinlang sneered and said: "The reason why I keep you until now is just to follow the clues. I guess no one knows better than you what your friends from the same hometown are doing now, right?"
Liu Lichang's expression changed, but he still held on to himself. At the same time, he had a bit of luck with his concealment method, and said: "I do have a few fellow villagers, but they don't know what you are talking about. There is no need to blame them.
I also ask the Yang family's real people to give me an explanation, otherwise I will die without surrender!"
Yang Qinlang's voice came over faintly: "You want an explanation? You don't need a few real people to come forward, Yang can give it to you now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qinlang raised his finger and pointed it in the direction of Liu Lichang's forehead, and a light yellow spot was printed on his forehead.
The disciples of the Yang family around him realized what Yang Qinlang was doing, and they all exclaimed: "Petrified Finger, Brother Lang has actually mastered this spiritual power?"