This feeling is like someone telling you that you won a lottery, and the reward is the entry qualification of the ten major sects, but then immediately telling you that he lied to you.
Ye Bai pondered these words carefully. He always felt that after this Southern Territory Competition, the entire Southern Territory might not be at peace.
The old man from the Ruyi Sect spoke in a gentle and unhurried tone, and continued: "In the world of cultivation, the law of the jungle is the strongest, and the fittest survives. The ten major sects do not need weak people, nor do they want cowards."
Many young monks were stunned, as if they did not dare to accept that all this was true.
But most of the monks calmed down quickly. After all, they are monks from a small sect. They have been fighting for resources since they started practicing. If this suddenly stopped, they would not be used to it.
A young monk who stood proudly said sarcastically: "I don't have any courage at all. I think it's better to quit on my own and return to the sect as an elder. It would be nice to have a foundation-building realm for the rest of my life."
"That's right, monks are meant to fight against heaven and earth, and against monsters and beasts. What qualifications do weak people have to occupy such good cultivation resources? Could it be that they want to cultivate a group of trash for those monsters to kill?"
No matter where it is, it can never be the same voice.
Ye Bai was too lazy to listen anymore and suddenly took a few steps forward.
Many people looked at him confused, wondering what he wanted to do.
Even the old man from the Ruyi Sect in mid-air had his eyes set on him.
"Everyone from the Xihe Sword Sect, come out here."
Ye Bai smiled slightly, his smile was bright and sunny.
Everyone's eyes instantly fell on the proud and upright young monk who was the first to speak.
The monk's face was shocked and angry at the moment. He stared at Ye Bai and said, "Okay, I won't look for you, but you dare to seek death. Today I will help you!"
"You are the only one left in the Xihe Sword Sect?"
Ye Bai was a little strange. Among the Southern Territory Alliance, the Xihe Sword Sect was considered an upper-class sect. Why was there only one disciple among the top 300 now?
The senior brother of the Xihe Sword Sect was furious and shouted: "Ye Bai, stop pretending. If it weren't for you, how could we be the only one in our Xihe Sword Sect this time?"
"Oh, that's really a pity."
Ye Bai suddenly realized that Pang Jin's level of strength was already considered a genius that the Xihe Sword Sect could take advantage of.
But if you think about it carefully, a foundation-building monk really wants to completely destroy the middle and lower sects.
With a hint of amusement on his lips, Ye Bai mocked and said: "Since you all know that I did it, what are you waiting for? I heard that Pang Jin and the others don't want you to take revenge?"
Wang Ziyuan was so angry that he strode out.
However, several familiar monks quickly grabbed him!
"Fellow Daoist Wang, be careful!"
"It is extremely unwise to fight with such villains. We have reached this point. Let's just endure it. After entering the ten major sects, we can distance ourselves and take revenge."
"That's right, this guy is obviously irritating you and wants you to compete with him."
Although Wang Ziyuan was furious, he still had a glimmer of reason in his mind. In fact, he also knew that if he really took action, he would not be Ye Bai's opponent at all.
Secretly, someone has already ranked Ye Bai as the number one genius among all the monks this time.
Of course, this ranking does not include the top ten sects.
On the outside of the competition area, disciples of the Xihe Sword Sect gathered together. Standing at the front was a middle-aged elder with a good temperament.
Judging from the aura emanating from him, this person is clearly a strong person with golden elixir!
But at this moment, this golden elixir expert was so angry that his beard was trembling!
"My anger is killing me, my anger is killing me!"
"When has our Xihe Sword Sect been so humiliated?"
The other disciples also blushed one after another, feeling as though they were both prosperous and devastated.
At this time, the elder of the Xihe Sword Sect suddenly turned his head and stared at Shui Yue Zhenren with murderous intent.
However, Master Shuiyue just smiled and said calmly: "We, the elders, should not interfere in matters between disciples."
The elder of the Xihe Sword Sect snorted coldly and said: "It's best this way, Master Shuiyue, I know that your Tianjian Sect is a hundred-footed insect that can die without stiffness, but you have to know that today is different from the past, and it is still a matter of killing them quickly.
It’s better not to do it.”
Shuiyue Zhenren said neither softly nor hard: "Fellow Daoist Cang, this is a good saying, so you shouldn't look at our Tianjian Sect with the same eyes as in the past. After this Southern Territory Competition, I'm afraid that our Tianjian Sect will
Zong Ye may not be worse than your Xihe Sword Sect, right?"
The elder of the Xihe Sword Sect suddenly turned pale, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
At this time, he also saw the scene of Wang Ziyuan being held by several monks of the same age, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, the Xihe Sword Sect cannot be completely annihilated, otherwise, it means that a huge amount of resources will be given away, and the other sects will only be happy to see this happen, and they would like to directly destroy their Xihe Sword Sect.
Give and divide.
This is actually the tragedy of these sects. If they don't have resources, they won't be able to recruit many disciples, let alone talented disciples.
And if they don't have enough outstanding disciples, how can they get so many resources?
You must know that the resources of the entire Southern Territory are actually firmly controlled by the ten major sects. If these small sects want to find ways to improve their rankings, they can only seek refuge with the ten major sects.
It's a pity that everything has value. Once it loses this value, it will really stink like a chamber pot.
However, at this moment, the elder of the Ruyi Sect suddenly opened his eyes in mid-air and said calmly: "The challenger is not allowed to refuse, you can only choose to give up or defeat the opponent!"
"What?"
At this time, many monks' faces turned pale, and some powerful monks became malicious.
Wang Ziyuan's anger solidified, and he became uneasy. For a moment, his brain was extremely confused.
Because this means that he must agree to the challenge with Ye Bai!
"Come on, don't waste your time."
Ye Bai was really impatient to wait. After all, time was quite precious to him.
Wang Ziyuan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Ye Bai, don't be arrogant. If we really fight to the death, I may not be afraid of you."
"Then what are you waiting for? Come on quickly, can I give you three moves?" Ye Bai shook his head helplessly. (To be continued)