At this moment, on a mountain with a large courtyard located in the Ruyi Sect, in the courtyard belonging to the Wanjian Sect, the great elder Huang Cheng's face was as gloomy as water, and he was staring at the screen of light in front of him with murderous intent.
At this moment, Ye Bai's figure suddenly appeared on the light screen, and opposite him was a young monk who was nearly thirty years old. His cultivation had reached the early stage of foundation building.
"Great Elder, is he Ye Bai?"
An arrogant young man wearing a silver robe glanced at the light screen and said with a smile: "I think the momentum is mediocre, nothing more than that."
The other monks all agreed and flattered him: "Of course, I can't compare with you, senior brother. This Ye Bai is just an ordinary monk no matter how you look at it."
"I think he might lose this game and not be able to enter tomorrow's competition."
"This kind of trash doesn't need you to take action, senior brother, we can kill him!"
A few young monks with extraordinary aura and cold expressions sat cross-legged, neither looking at the light screen nor at these flattering disciples, they seemed to be practicing hard.
And these people are actually the candidates of Wanjian Sect to participate in this Southern Region Competition.
Those flatterers are just sent here to gain experience and experience, in order to achieve an motivating effect.
"shut up!"
Huang Cheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted in a deep voice: "No one should underestimate the enemy, Fang Er, this time you will not only kill Ye Bai, but also take out the general outline of the swordsmanship of our Wanjian Sect. The sect master will personally explain this matter
There is no room for failure.”
The silver-robed young man named Fang Er smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, elder, as long as you can let me break through the Ruyi Sect's defense, I can kill him."
In the Southern Region Competition, every contestant has a layer of divine pattern restrictions laid down by the Ruyi Sect!
This ban can not only serve as a barrier to prevent cheating, but also protect the lives of participants.
The purpose of the Southern Region Competition is to select all talented young people, not to kill each other. This purpose has been passed down from the first Southern Region Competition.
There was a gloomy look on Huang Cheng's face, and he said slowly: "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements. There will be accidents in everything, and this kind of accidents has not happened in the past. I believe that by then, all the major sects will
It’s understandable.”
Hearing these words, the young man in silver robe nodded slightly and stared at Ye Bai on the light screen. His eyes were like looking at a dead person.
At the same time, Ye Bai's faint words came out from the light curtain.
"Remember my name, my name is Ye Bai, a name that will eventually become famous in the Southern Territory. You are honored to be eliminated by me!"
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In the courtyard where the Alchemy Palace is located, Yuan Zhen smiled helplessly and said: "Don't take it off, my little junior brother is just a little arrogant, but there is nothing wrong with him."
The other disciples of the Alchemy Hall who participated in the competition looked at each other in shock, and no one dared to say anything.
After all, everyone knows that Ye Bai in the light curtain is the younger brother of Elder Yuan Zhen. If anyone says something unpleasant, will he still want to live?
Seeing this, Yuan Zhen nodded with satisfaction and said: "My junior brother is destined to become the most brilliant genius in the Southern Region. This is not considered crazy..."
The corners of the mouths of all the monks in the Alchemy Hall twitched fiercely, their eyelids twitched, thinking to themselves, if this is not crazy, then what is?
And they believe that there are definitely many people staring at Ye Bai at this moment. Ye Bai's words are simply a mockery of the crowd and have offended almost all the genius disciples of the ten major sects!
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In the courtyard belonging to the Sword Sect, a young man with a strong build, a bald head, and a layer of bloody light covering his body stared at the light curtain. At this moment, Ye Bai also punched out, ending the battle.
"He is qualified to be my opponent."
The young man spoke hoarsely, with a low voice and concise words.
But if anyone saw him, they would definitely be shocked, because the blood-colored light on his body only appeared after he had hunted too many monsters and was planted with a mark.
This kind of mark not only has a positioning effect, but also affects people's consciousness all the time. If the willpower is not strong enough, then it will soon turn into a humanoid monster that only knows killing!
And this young man is definitely not more than thirty years old. If he wants to reach the level of being planted with a mark, it is not just possible to achieve it by level...
This means that this young man who is less than thirty years old has killed at least one fourth-level monster equivalent to the human golden elixir realm, as well as countless third-level and lower monsters!
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In the courtyard of the Shenling Sect, an old Taoist priest with a slovenly face, ragged clothes, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist chuckled, squinted his eyes, showed his disgusting old yellow teeth, and said: "This guy is not bad, he is very crazy.
With his demeanor back then, I like him more and more."
Behind him, several monks looked helpless. Originally, it was not his turn to lead the team in the Southern Region Competition, but for Ye Bai, a monk from the outer sect, this sloppy old man actually squeezed out the original elder.
Of course, no one in the entire Shenling Sect dared to say anything about this.
A Shenling Sect monk whispered: "You are so optimistic about him, but he killed the son of the great elder of Wanjian Sect, and now he has probably offended all the genius monks. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot fight against so many people by himself."
Bar?"
The sloppy old Taoist glared and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you know, when will the person I like be bad?"
At this moment, all the monks of the Shenling Sect fell silent, because what the sloppy old Taoist said was right. Basically, all the monks he valued, without exception, verified his vision.
But many monks are still dissatisfied and even jealous. Everyone knows what it means to think highly of Ye Bai with this sloppy old Taoist status.
This one has not accepted any disciples until now.
The leader, a gentle-faced woman, held a pen in her hand. She looked away from the slowly disappearing light curtain, smiled gently, and said: "Elder, I hope he won't let you down. If you lose, you can't."
You have to keep your word."
"No problem. I've never lost as a sloppy old man. If you can make me lose, there's nothing wrong with accepting you as my disciple."
The sloppy old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he had thought of something, and he agreed.
The girl with a gentle face smiled like a spring breeze. She was so beautiful and made people feel warm from the inside out.
The monks below were all stunned, their eyes all attracted by this gentle woman.
It wasn't until the gentle woman turned around that the male disciples of the Shenling Sect woke up one by one and looked away in confusion.