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Chapter 390

Unexpectedly, Elder Shuiyue just smiled and said without any concern: "Don't worry, our Tianjian Sect will definitely not be ranked last."

Master Qingxu reacted immediately and said sourly: "Who told you that Ye Baibai is so talented? How about it? Under the training of Master Yunxu, your strength should be very good now, right?"

"General, just so-so!"

Elder Shuiyue was modest, but he couldn't hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Master Qingxu glared at him with dissatisfaction and said: "Old guy, I'm not too worried about Tang Yan. He is already a disciple of the Dan Palace. Now he has broken through the foundation building realm and can enter the inner sect. No matter what,

, and much better than others.”

Elder Shuiyue glanced at him and said, "Then what are you worried about?"

Master Qingxu sighed deeply and said: "What I'm worried about is Tang Yan's character. He has been very strong since he was a child. I'm afraid that this kind of strong will destroy him."

The crowd around them suddenly started to move, heading towards each arena.

Elder Shuiyue shook his head and said, "Stop making blind guesses. Let's go and see with our own eyes. It's much better than having no idea."

Master Qingxu thought so, but his face was still a little worried. The two separated and walked towards the bottom of the ring where Ye Bai and Tang Yan were.

On the stage belonging to Ye Bai, he stood lazily with a calm face. Opposite him, a young man in blue robes was looking at him with pity.

"You don't believe it. You met me. Remember, the person who eliminated you is called Shen Lang!"

The blue-robed young man was full of momentum, and his cultivation had reached the level of the Great Perfection of Yuan Condensation!

"Shen Lang of the Xihe Sword Sect, I really didn't expect that he has already reached the Great Perfection of Ning Yuan!"

Some casual cultivators in the audience exclaimed,

"The young man opposite is so unlucky. He will be eliminated on the first day!"

"I don't know how many moves he can withstand. I heard that Shen Lang has mastered the Xihe Sword Sect's swordsmanship to a small degree!"

The monks who knew Shen Lang were very energetic and looked like I know him, which attracted the envy of many casual cultivators.

Shen Lang's ears twitched, obviously hearing the discussion in the audience. He raised his head slightly, with a reserved smile on his face, and said to Ye Bai: "No matter which sect you are a disciple of, just admit defeat, otherwise you will be injured in the fight.

It won’t be good for you.”

Ye Bai's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, looked at Shen Lang, and said, "Did you just say that you are a disciple of the Xihe Sword Sect?"

Shen Lang nodded slightly proudly and said, "Yes, why, are you afraid? If you are, just admit defeat."

Ye Bai looked strange, shook his head and said, "Your sect should have a disciple named Pang Jin, right?"

Shen Lang's face darkened, he snorted and said, "He is our senior brother. Let me tell you, don't even think about having a relationship. If you don't admit defeat, I will take action."

The figures on the other arenas flashed, and it was obvious that a fierce battle had begun.

Ye Bai grinned and said, "Very good, remember my name. My name is Ye Bai, and I am also the one who eliminated you."

"Crazy...arrogant!"

Shen Lang sneered, but the next moment, his smile froze.

Ye Bai's fist approached quickly, getting bigger and bigger, and before he could react, it hit him hard in the face!

"Bang!"

Shen Lang's chest was like a sandbag, dented in, his face turned green, and then the huge force knocked him away.

His body hit the crowd under the ring hard, redness surged on Shen Lang's face, but above his head, there was a white hourglass that clicked and split into two halves.

This means that Shen Lang has lost under the Ruyi Sect's ruling.

"Despicable, you unexpectedly attacked me, you are so despicable!"

Shen Lang looked painful and shouted.

Ye Bai smiled faintly, was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, jumped up, and then landed next to Shuiyue Zhenren.

Master Shuiyue's face was extremely rosy, he nodded repeatedly and said: "Good fight, what a sneak attack, it's obviously because he talked nonsense and underestimated the enemy."

After winning the first game, even Shuiyue Zhenren, who had absolute confidence in Ye Bai, really put his heart back in his stomach.

The first game of the Southern Region Competition was able to eliminate half of the monks, and the focus of the competition was never these initial competitions.

In fact, for the sake of fairness, starting from the next day, the lower-level disciples of the ten major sects will actually go out to fight!

This can also be regarded as setting up an obstacle for the winning disciples with better qualifications to distinguish the strengths and weaknesses of these disciples.

Ye Bai said: "Uncle, don't worry, I have a second game."

"What, are you so unlucky?"

The smile on Master Shuiyue's face faded a lot, but he quickly said: "Recover your spiritual power quickly and prepare for the next game with all your heart."

The corner of Ye Bai's mouth twitched and he said: "Uncle Master, I didn't use my spiritual power at all just now..."

The monks watching around were all stunned.

Someone said in a very sour tone: "Ling, spiritual power?"

"This guy is actually a foundation-building monk?"

"No wonder Shen Lang lost so quickly...it's not unfair!"

Many monks turned their heads and looked at Shen Lang sympathetically.

However, Shen Lang also showed shock. Thinking of his arrogant words on the stage before, and then thinking that the other party must be looking at him like a fool, Shen Lang's eyesight went dark, and he simply fainted with a groan.

However, Ye Bai had no interest in Shen Lang at all. Under the leadership of Shuiyue Zhenren, the two of them walked to the arena that belonged to Tang Yan.

At this moment, most of the competitions have ended, but a small half are still fighting hard.

What Tang Yan met was a real contestant from a medium-sized sect. He was young and almost exceeded the thirty-year-old limit, and his strength had reached the early stage of foundation building.

There were many monks onlookers under the ring, all staring at the stage attentively.

"Brother, have you finished the battle too? So soon?"

What Ye Bai didn't expect was that the monk he was familiar with just now, a young monk named Qin Fang, was actually there.

Ye Bai nodded and stared at the ring. At this moment, Tang Yan's face was calm, the flying sword above his head was shining, and he was slowly gaining the upper hand.

The monk opposite who was in the early stage of foundation building had a disordered aura and a solemn expression. He was already close to defeat.

Qin Fang didn't care about Ye Bai's attitude. He smiled and said, "How is it? Did you win?"

"Won."

Ye Bai cherishes words like gold.

Qin Zang felt that it was boring and muttered: "Brother, you talk too little. If this continues, you will suffer. If you don't have friends when you go out to hang out, you will be isolated and helpless in many cases, and there will be fewer channels to receive news.

"(To be continued)


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