"You... how dare you... Bingyun Valley will not let you go..."
Leng Hanchuan looked disgusted. He didn't expect Ye Bufan to come up with such a punishment method.
Slapping a hundred people in the face in front of so many people was like slapping Bingyun Valley in the face.
Ye Bufan ignored his threat and waved his hand. Ling Jianyi and Ling Jianfei rushed forward.
Pushing him to the ground, one hit him on the left and the other on the right. The two of them beat him one mouth after another, and they beat him endlessly.
The sound of snapping was endless, and everyone around was stunned.
What's going on? Are everyone in the Lingyun Sword Sect crazy? This is the direct descendant of the sect master of Bingyun Valley, the future heir, and he was slapped in the mouth like this in public?
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, after a hundred spankings were completed, Leng Hanchuan's cheeks were already swollen.
Ling Jianyi kicked him on the butt, sending him flying dozens of feet away.
"You have an advantage today, get out of here!"
"You...just wait for me!"
Leng Hanchuan's teeth were all knocked out after being beaten, his speech was slurred, and there was indescribable resentment in his eyes as he turned around and flew towards the top of the mountain.
"What happened to Lingyun Sword Sect? Are you crazy? Could it be that they have given up on this sect competition?"
"That's probably the case. Otherwise, if you offend Bingyun Valley, you won't be tortured to death if you go up there..."
"This is not okay. Even if they admit defeat, they will still want revenge. They are the direct disciples of the sect master and the future heir of the sect master..."
The people onlookers talked a lot, whispered among themselves, and expressed their speculations.
Ye Bufan ignored everyone's reactions and walked towards the top of the mountain. Ling Jianfeng and others followed respectfully.
On the top of the mountain, the arena has been set up.
The four major sects have their own fixed seats, located in the four directions of east, west, north and south.
There is a separate high platform near the arena, which is luxuriously decorated and looks extremely noble. This is a seat prepared for the envoys of the three major sects.
For battles like this, special envoys are sent from above, firstly to bear witness, and secondly to issue tokens to the winners.
When Ye Bufan and others arrived, not only were the people from the other three sects already in place, but there was also a white-haired old man sitting on the high platform, who was Gong Yangjian, the special envoy of Di Lotte this time.
In order to ensure fairness and impartiality in the Hundred Sects Competition, all those sent out are strong men from three sects, five sects, and seven major families.
The aura of Gongyang Jian in front of him was powerful, and he had already reached the middle stage of the Immortal King. Ye Bufan looked around and took everyone to sit at the Western Lingyun Sword Sect's seat.
As soon as I sat down here, I felt a sharp gaze coming from the side. It was Bingyun Valley on the north side.
Leng Hanchuan came here first and recounted his experience with added detail.
The entire Bingyun Valley exploded in an instant, and they were the strongest among the four major sects.
They have always been the ones bullying others. When have they ever been humiliated like this? The one who took special action was the Lingyun Sword Sect who was looked down upon the most.
"Master, you must make the decision for me. The people of Lingyun Sword Sect are really too arrogant!
They said that hitting me is secondary, the main thing is to hit Bingyun Valley in the face, to hit you in the face..."
Leng Hanchuan was crying with snot and tears, and with his face that looked like a pig's head, he looked extremely miserable.
"Sect Master, if we go to Lingyun Sword Sect now to seek revenge, we are really bullying others too much and we don't know whether to live or die..."
Many of the disciples around him were filled with righteous indignation and bared their teeth.
"Shut up, everyone. When is this happening? How can I allow you to do this?"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with an elegant manner, who was none other than the sect master of Bingyun Valley, Leng Binghuang.
Although he restrained his disciples, the chill on his body became stronger and stronger.
His direct disciple was beaten like this in public. As the leader of the sect, he was absolutely disgraced.
"Don't act rashly now. If you encounter the Lingyun Sword Sect in the next battle in the arena, let me go and fight without any mercy!"
These words were spoken with murderous intent, and he was obviously truly angry.
But with Gongyang Jian there, he didn't dare to start a fight between the two sects, otherwise he would easily be deprived of his qualifications this time.
According to his idea, he would vent his anger in the arena first, and then seek revenge from the Lingyun Sword Sect after the sect war.
We have to get this face back no matter what, otherwise how will Bingyun Valley gain a foothold in Diletian in the future.
As soon as the tone was set, everyone from the Lingyun Sword Sect arrived at the top of the mountain. Their eyes were naturally filled with murderous intent.
All four major sects were in place, and soon the allotted time came. Gongyang Jian stepped out in one step, suspended above the arena, and looked down at the people at his feet.
"Everyone, I am Gongyang Jian, the special envoy of this Hundred Gates Battle..."
After a brief self-introduction, he began to announce the rules of this competition.
"This time, as before, the four major sects will compete in pairs by drawing lots, and the final winner will receive a participation token for the Hundred Sects Competition.
Each sect sends five disciples, and the only requirement is that they are under a thousand years old. There are no rules in the arena battle. No matter what method is used, victory is valid.
Every ring battle will be judged by me. The one who falls to the ground unable to breathe will be judged as the loser, the one who is knocked off the ring will be judged as the loser, and the one who voluntarily admits defeat will be judged as the loser...
The five disciples participated in five arena battles, each with one point. The first to reach three points wins, and the rest of the competition does not need to continue..."
Competitions between the four major sects have been held countless times, and the rules have not been changed at all. They are all based on the script.
Soon the Ram went through a simple routine, read out the rules again, and finally said: "Okay, now let's start drawing lots.
I have four balls here, those with the same color will fight, red comes first."
After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and four small light balls flew out, each one shining with light.
Even the divine consciousness cannot penetrate the powerful immortal essence, and no one can see clearly what is inside.
"Come on, send someone over to draw lots."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sect leaders of the four major sects flew into the air at the same time, and each of them grabbed a ball.
Gongyang Jian raised his hand and waved, and the light outside the light ball disappeared, revealing the body inside.
There is a small red ball in Ling Jianfeng's hand, and another red ball is in the hand of Huo Yanzhi, the master of the Flame Temple.
The people around were in an uproar. Many people had seen the conflict at the foot of the mountain and secretly thought that Lingyun Sword Sect was really lucky.
Not only did they avoid the strongest Bingyun Valley, but they also avoided the second-ranked Black Tiger Gate, and got a Flame God Temple that was only slightly stronger than them.
On the other side, Leng Binghuang held a black ball in his hand and his eyes became extremely sharp.
According to his idea, it would be best to draw the Lingyun Sword Sect in the first round, which can not only avenge the blood and preserve the strength, but he did not expect to directly draw the second-ranked Black Tiger Clan.
Black Tiger Clan's face was also extremely ugly. They obviously didn't want to encounter Bingyun Valley in the first round.
Although the two major sects were unwilling to do so, they had no choice but to abide by the rules.
Some are happy, some are sad. They are reluctant to do so, while the Flame Goddess is ecstatic. This is the best draw for them.
According to the last strength ranking of the four major sects, they ranked third, and the only one weaker than them was Lingyun Sword Sect.
In contrast, Ye Bufan's expression was indifferent. Their goal was to come out on top, so it didn't matter who they met in the first round.
