On the ring, two disciples each pulled out the spears behind their backs and fought to a certain point.
After Yin Jianghong made such a fuss, Guan Shi'an had no intention of hosting the birthday banquet, and directly re-planned the process of the Yingjie Association. Originally, he wanted to change the name as well, but with Yin Jianghong's insistence, he finally retained Yingjie. The name of the meeting is the Youth Association.
"ah!"
Hearing a scream, Shen Lian, who was stabbed in the left shoulder, half-knelt on the ground, reluctantly admitting defeat.
"Scorpion King Wu kills Sanchuan and wins."
As the referee made a slightly helpless decision.
There was a burst of cheers from the demon sect disciples.
"Great fight! Brother Mikawa is so awesome!"
"Brother Tu, I will leave the door open for you tonight~"
"Hahaha, I'll leave the door open for you too."
"Go away! You rough guy, stop disgusting me."
…
Compared with the joy and laughter on the side of the demon sect disciples, the situation on the side of the decent disciples was bleak.
"How could this happen...Senior Brother Shen also lost?"
The only response to this sentence was silence.
It’s not that the disciples of the upright sect can’t afford to lose, but after two days of competition, the upright sect has been losing more and winning less, and several disciples who were given high expectations have lost one after another.
"Oh my, it seems that our demon sect has won in the marksmanship arena as well. Let's give in. Hey, Sect Master Guan, your decent disciples are losing like this because we are guests, right? This is really true. There’s no need for it, we demon sect disciples would be a little embarrassed if we won.”
On the high platform, Yin Jianghong said to Guan Shi'an with a smile on his face.
Although Guan Shi'an thought that Yin Jianghong must have come prepared, the "preparation" he thought was that Yin Jianghong must have some bigger plan to implement, so he secretly asked the elders of the sect and all the white fans to go out to investigate.
However, after two days of competition, Guan Shian discovered that Yin Jianghong had no other plans at all. He just brought his favorite disciples to slap them in the face.
After two days of competition, the upright sect was completely suppressed in all aspects. They even lost several competitions and not even a single upright disciple advanced to the next round.
This made him very embarrassed, but he couldn't figure out why it was like this. Logically speaking, the Demonic Cult couldn't compare to their decent ones in terms of resources and reputation, so why were the younger generations they taught so powerful?
Seeing that Guan Shi'an didn't speak, Yin Jianghong had no intention of stopping and continued to talk: "Could it be that Sect Master Guan is angry? In competitions, there are always losers and winners. This time we win, and next time you lose, it will be very bad." normal."
Guan Shi'an took a deep breath, looked forward and said, "Master Yin, it's not certain who will have the last laugh."
"Of course, it's just that our demon sect advocates carpe diem. If you win now, you will be happy now. If you lose later, you will feel uncomfortable later."
After hearing this, Guan Shian stopped talking and looked at another arena.
On the other side, Jiang Beiran arrived at the competition ring after defeating his opponent, and found that the upright disciples were just like yesterday, having a hard time winning.
Although Jiang Beiran never thought that the decent would lose so miserably, he still understood why it would be like this.
The difference in “enrollment channels” is huge.
A large part of the composition of the upright disciples are descendants of families from various counties in Fengzhou. Not only do these disciples have a good foundation, but they can also provide connections for the sect, which is simply perfect.
As for the Demon Cult, many of the people who join are children from the poorest families or orphans. Most of their qualifications are not comparable to those of the children of big families, but they cannot stand up to the large number.
If upright elite disciples are one in a hundred, then the elite disciples of the Demon Sect are one in a million.
The probability of a genius among a hundred people and the probability of a genius among ten thousand people, you can know which is higher without even thinking about it.
If the upright sect continues to have a superstitious belief in family disciples and ignore the "mud-legged ones" in their eyes, the gap between the new generations will only get wider and wider.
'If you think about it this way, it would be good if the upright ones were beaten up, and my plan would have a chance to go online.' But as soon as he finished thinking about it, Jiang Beiran sighed, 'But the trouble is that the purpose of these demon sects' trip must be more than just that.
These.'
Amid the sighs of the major disciples, another competition day passed, and fewer and fewer disciples survived in various competitions.
At night, all the decent disciples who had not been eliminated were gathered in a banquet hall. Jiang Beiran took a quick glance and found that there were only more than sixty people left...
'The whole army is almost wiped out...'
At the main table, several sect leaders had solemn expressions. At this time, they were no longer worried about what evil plan Yin Jianghong was brewing, but about where to put their old faces after they were completely defeated tomorrow.
As for Guan Shi'an, who loves to show off and show off, the past two days have been an ordeal. A good "show-off meeting" has turned into a "slap-in-the-face meeting", which makes him completely unable to do so.
accept.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the banquet hall was getting more and more depressing, Guan Shian stood up with a wine glass and said to the disciples at other tables: "The new generation of disciples of the Demon Sect do have amazing strength. We must admit this, but in this situation
In the fierce confrontation, you won, and I believe you can continue to maintain such a winner's attitude and continue to win to the end."
"In addition, in order to motivate all the disciples here, no matter whether it is a martial arts competition or a literary contest, as long as he can win the first place, I will reward him with five additional middle-grade spiritual stones."
After hearing this, the disciples present immediately stood up and cupped their hands and said, "We will go all out and win the first place!"
A total of five pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones! This is a fortune that they can't even imagine.
Of course, not every disciple is so excited. If it were a few days ago, Wu Qingce might have been surprised. But after attending the auction with his senior brother, he no longer felt anything about the five middle-grade spiritual stones.
After all, the cheapest item that day cost fifteen yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones.
"Hey~ Five middle-grade spiritual stones, I heard it too~" At this time, Yin Jianghong suddenly pushed open the door of the banquet hall and shouted, holding a greasy roasted lamb leg in his hand.
Guan Shi'an, who had been annoyed by him so much these past two days, almost crushed the wine glass in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Is there something wrong with Master Yin?"
"I'm here to thank Sect Master Guan. I'm really touched by entertaining my disciples with so many good wines and delicious food. Also, I want to ask, if my disciples win the first prize, will they also get an extra five yuan?"
Premium spiritual stones as a reward?"
Resisting the urge to curse, Guan Shian replied: "This is my personal motivation to motivate my disciples, not a prize."
"Don't be so open to outsiders. We are all a family, so there is nothing to separate..."
"Who is with your family? If nothing happens, Master Yin, please go out. I have something else to say to these disciples."
After taking a bite of the roasted lamb leg, Yin Jianghong refused to back down and said, "Don't rush me away. I haven't thanked you yet. You see, you still treat us to a big meal even after losing. I'm really grateful."
.”
Seeing that Yin Jianghong was disgusting again and knowing that he could not drive him away, Guan Shian could only say to the other sect leaders: "That's it for today. Go back and encourage your own disciples."
"Okay, then be careful, Master Guan."
After bowing their hands towards Guan Shi'an, the sect leaders left the banquet and took their disciples out of the banquet hall.
'Hey, are you leaving now? Let's talk some more, these disciples you brought are all pretty good.'
As soon as Yin Jianghong finished speaking, he saw Guan Shian coming to him, grabbed him and pulled him to the main table.
After leaving the banquet hall, Lu Yinlong took the few remaining disciples back to his mansion.
Entering the hall, Lu Yinlong sat on the imperial chair and sighed.
At this time, there are five remaining disciples of Guixin Sect, namely Wu Qingce, Lin Yuyan, Mo Xia, Ning Yushu and Jiang Beiran.
This situation made Jiang Beiran unable to help but sigh in his heart.
‘As expected, I am the one in Guixin Sect.’
After sighing, Lu Yinlong raised his head and said: "Although the performance of Zhengzong this time is really bleak, I am still a little relieved. Among the only eight disciples left in the competition, I am one of the Gui Xin Sect, Qing Qing."
Well done, policy.”
Wu Qingce immediately held up his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Master, for the compliment."
Then Lu Yinlong looked at the other four disciples and said: "You also have a heavy responsibility. In the past, our upright sect was always proud of being romantic, but this time we were swept aside by the idiots of the Demon Sect in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's embarrassing.
ah."
In fact, Jiang Beiran was also surprised by this. He could figure it out if he lost in martial arts, but he didn't expect that the disciples of the Demon Cult would also start to cultivate their sentiments, and each one of them would have special skills.
Although Wen Wu is said to be number one, that is for the master. As for the disciples, it is easy to tell who has a higher level and who has a lower level.
Shaking his head, Lu Yinlong continued: "You must have heard just now that Sect Master Guan said that he would reward the winner with an additional five medium-grade spiritual stones, so naturally I, as the Sect Master, cannot be stingy. As long as you can win the first prize, I will
Add ten more middle-grade spiritual stones."
"Thank you, Sect Master!" the five of them said together, cupping their hands.
"Go and have a good rest. It's up to you tomorrow."
"yes!"
Walking out of the house, Ning Yushu said excitedly: "Fifteen middle-grade spiritual stones! I have never seen so many in my life. This time I think we should thank the demon sect's minions."
But after Ning Yushu finished speaking, he found that the other four people didn't seem very excited.
For a moment, Ning Yushu lost interest. Thinking about it, the decent disciples were defeated so miserably this time, and he really shouldn't be happy here.
Ever since, the five of them returned to the guest house in silence all the way and went back to their rooms.
Lin Yuyan did not go back to the room directly, but went all the way to the top floor of the Guest House and danced for a while, unable to contain the excitement in her heart any longer.
'Senior brother actually walked with me for a whole moment! And in front of so many people! Is this an open relationship!? Oops!'
Lin Yuyan thought about it and slapped away a lantern hanging nearby! Her pretty face turned completely red.