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Chapter 1760 What are you looking at?

They say you can’t do it again and again, but what’s going on with this Dengli sect disciple?

In all three games, inspiration burst out and defeated the opponent in seconds.

The probability is so small, not even one in a million people.

Is the Lucky Fairy this disciple’s mother?

"Haha, it's a fluke, it's just a fluke."

He Guangming smiled modestly, but no matter how he looked at it, his smile was so irritating.

"In the sixth competition, Leng Wenbin, a disciple of the Dengli Sect, won with two points. Chen Busheng, a disciple of the Canghai Sect, lost with zero points. Do you have any objections?"

The referee disciple pronounced the verdict.

The four of them shook their heads, but their expressions were completely different.

He Guangming was smiling, Wan Hongfei was expressionless, and Yu Houshui and Lei Tieyin had their mouths twitching slightly.

Leng Wenbin walked down from the stage tiredly and was warmly welcomed by everyone.

"Master Head, Master Miao, Master Zhan, Elder Chen, my uncles and uncles, my disciples are fortunate to have lived up to their orders."

Leng Wenbin saluted.

"Wen Bin, you are very good, very good."

He Guangming looked at this extremely lucky disciple with emotion: "Your mission has been successfully completed. The sect will reward you well. You should go and recover first."

With that said, he patted Leng Wenbin on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Master Master."

Leng Wenbin said excitedly, turned around and left with satisfaction.

The other disciples looked at his figure with envy.

Leng Wenbin's performance today can be said to be a shining moment.

"I really hope that when I compete, I can have a sudden burst of inspiration like Junior Brother Leng. That would be great."

A mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciple murmured.

"Yes, if all of us are inspired, it will be too easy to defeat these three factions."

"Hey, I should have hugged Junior Brother Leng just now. Maybe I could get his luck."

Hearing this, other disciples also spoke one after another.

His envious tone could not conceal his disappointment.

After all, no matter how lucky Leng Wenbin is, that is his personal matter. Others will not have the same luck.

“Without an explosion of inspiration, wouldn’t you be able to win?

If you have this kind of mentality, then stop competing and just admit defeat."

Zhan Qiuyun's face darkened when he heard this and he scolded.

All the disciples immediately became silent and did not dare to speak any more.

Miao Shan used his spiritual consciousness to persuade: "Junior brother Zhan, don't put too much pressure on them. After all, our disciples are indeed not as good as the other three sects in terms of normal strength. It is normal to have such a mentality."

Zhan Qiuyun said: "I know, senior brother, I'm just worried that they will have psychological changes after seeing Wen Bin win by luck.

If you are not as strong as others, it is normal to lose. After all, there are always people better than you in this world, but you can lose in competitions, but you cannot lose in mentality. Trying to place your hope on luck is tantamount to opportunism, and in the end you will lose both the person and the face."

Miao Shan nodded: "You are right, I hope they will not be affected by Wen Bin."

Chen Hao glanced at Zhan Qiuyun.

He didn't expect Zhan Qiuyun to say these words.

It seems that during this period of time, Zhan Qiuyun took the Dahuan Dan, which not only improved his cultivation, but also improved his understanding.

However, some cards are destined not to be played according to common sense.

At this time, the Dengli disciples changed the points of the four factions on the blackboard.

The first round: Competition among disciples in the early stage of foundation building.

Dengli faction: won three games, accumulated six points, and ranked first.

Lingxiao faction: won two games, lost one game, accumulated four points, and ranked second.

Kuangsha Sect: one draw, two losses, one point, ranking third.

Canghai School: one draw, two losses, one point, ranking third.

"I really didn't expect that the Dengli faction would rank first."

"Yeah, I guess the Dengli faction didn't think of it themselves."

"It doesn't matter. This is only the first round. There are still five rounds left. Even if Leng Wenbin's inspiration breaks out, how can all the other disciples of the Dengli Sect be inspired? That's really crazy."

"However, the Dengli faction is already five points behind us. The final ranking is based on the total score. We have to crush the Dengli faction in at least two rounds to close this gap."

"I don't think there is a problem. Most of the foundation building and golden elixir disciples of the Dengli sect are far behind us. It's hard to say in the late stage of foundation building and the early stage of golden elixir. If we crush them for two consecutive rounds, as long as nothing happens, we should be able to do it."

It’s stable.”

"Well, let's not talk about the Dengli faction. After the first round, their highlight moment has passed. Now they are dancing happily, and they will definitely be at the bottom in the end. The next step will be to see the battle between us and the other two factions."

"There is nothing to see. Apart from the Dengli sect, among our three sects, Ling Xiao is the strongest overall. If nothing else, they should be number one. We are about the same as Kuangsha. Who comes first and who comes last depends on the competition.

specific circumstances, but these don’t matter.

After all, Chen Hao from the Dengli Sect has already said that if they come in at the bottom, they will give up all the spots for Golden Elixir and Foundation Establishment disciples, and then nothing will happen to us."

"I don't know what Chen Hao is thinking. He dares to make such a guarantee. He must be crazy."

"Don't tell me, if you just look at the first round of competition, everything is really under Chen Hao's control, haha."

"Haha, that's true. It's really like a blind cat meets a dead mouse."

...Everyone from the four factions looked at the blackboard and started talking about it.

Although Kuangsha Sect and Canghai Sect were ranked at the bottom, they were not downhearted and had an optimistic attitude.

The same is true for Lingxiao Sect.

They firmly believe that the first round was abnormal, but with the remaining five rounds, the competition will return to the normal track.

"Now the second round will begin. The disciples in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment will compete. Disciples from the four factions will be asked to draw lots to determine the candidates for the first competition."

Xu Hongguang said loudly.

The four disciples came out from the four sects, and decided on the first candidate by drawing lots through rock, paper, scissors.

The winner in the end was the Dengli Sect, a mid-stage foundation-building disciple named Yan Feixiang.

He walked to the table, picked up the bamboo stick, shook it a few times, and a bamboo stick fell out.

Three words were written on the bamboo stick with a vermilion brush: Lingxiao Sect.

Everyone raised their eyebrows.

It’s not that enemies are at odds with each other.

In the first round, the Lingxiao party fought against the Dengli party, and in the second round it was the same.

"Junior Brother Fu, let me help you regain your position!"

When the mid-stage foundation-building disciple of the Lingxiao sect saw this, he turned to face Juncai and said loudly.

"Okay, I look forward to Brother Zhu's wonderful work."

Fu Juncai smiled.

He won two games in the first round and had proven his strength, but he lost to Leng Wenbin. Even though Leng Wenbin was inspired, and you can't blame him, he still felt a little depressed.

Yan Feixiang glanced coldly at the Lingxiao sect disciple named Zhu.

The disciple named Zhu said in public that he wanted to help Fu Juncai regain his position, without any regard for his feelings, which is clearly arrogant and arrogant.

"What are you looking at?"

The disciple named Zhu also saw the look in Yan Feixiang's eyes. Instead of being embarrassed, he asked provocatively.

"What are you looking at?"

Although Yan Feixiang knew that he was not as strong as his opponent, this was the home ground of the Dengli Sect, and Zhan Qiuyun had just scolded them, so naturally he would not give in and immediately fought back with great momentum.

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