Chapter 589: Dan Temple, Xue Huayu

Shua shua countless voices sounded, in the sect, streams of light streaked across the sky, and countless high-level escape lights streaked across the sky. For a moment, colorful beams of light came one after another, and fled to the vicinity of the Martial God Altar.

There were already many chairs set up by special people here, and the spiritual sense scanned countless of them, enough for everyone to sit.

The peak masters of each peak had already arrived, and were drinking tea on the chairs and talking about their disciples' performance later.

Although they knew that the position of the Holy Son was not for their disciples, it was still necessary to let the sect master see their hard work in teaching during this period.

"Disciple, let's go sit over there."

Ye Qingyao's white wrist pulled Su Changge's hand and went to a place with few people to sit down.

After Su Changge sat down, he looked around and saw that everyone in the sect had come, Bing Yu, Du Sihai, Xu Youzong, Gu Qingge... and their disciples were sitting behind them.

Glancing sideways, I saw that behind Lv Wanhong, Hu Han, Wang Wei, Sikong Tu, Huang Jiulong, Zhang Zongbao and the other five were sitting, as well as some high-level people from Taifeng and Huang Qishan Zhou.

Here, behind Huang Qishan, there was a large crowd of people from the Huang and Lv families. At this moment, they looked at Huang Jiulong from time to time, with admiring eyes, expecting him to show his prowess later.

"Oh my god, what should I do!" Huang Jiulong shivered, and his pants were wet.

He was wearing a mask today, and his face was red and hot under the mask, as if he had been splashed with boiling water.

Because he was shy and anxious, he was afraid that he would lose face when he saw the real pride, so he could only wear a mask to cover it up. In addition, there was another more important reason! That is - to cover up the panic on his face!

Lv Wanhong felt the transparent gaze sweeping over him, and his face suddenly darkened, and he cursed: "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen such a powerful boss?!"

Su Changge smiled and responded: "Yes, yes, you are very powerful, I am so scared!"

"Humph!" Lv Wanhong turned his face away.

Behind Gu Qingge, Zhongli Yaoqin's eyes secretly fell on Su Changge, and she couldn't move away for a long time.

Why did his voice sound very familiar, like an older brother?

Is it him?

She thought for a long time and wanted to go up and talk to him, but she didn't have the courage.

"Senior brother."

At this time, Ji Chenyu and Zhongli Yunshang arrived.

Su Changge responded with a smile and said: "Well, sit down."

Soon after, Ye Lingshan also arrived, came to Su Changge and bowed, saying: "Senior Brother Su."

"Sit next to me." Su Changge waved his hand.

After all, they were in the same team, so it was natural to sit together.

Ye Lingshan was very uneasy and puzzled, wondering how Senior Brother Su made her a saint.

Shui Hongyao and Ye Qingxuan arrived after a cup of tea. After greeting each other, they sat next to Ye Qingyao.

In a moment, the void was rippled, and three million sword immortals, one hundred thousand land sword gods, peerless swordsmen, mortal swordsmen, and quasi-saints entered one after another.

Du Yun and Du Qianqian followed behind them.

And behind Du Qianqian, Guo Yunxiang followed like a shadow, looking at Huang Jiulong with complicated eyes, wondering if it was him.

Zhang Kedi, Zhan Lu Jiuxiao and the other three also entered the venue one after another soon after.

After a few breaths, a wisp of quasi-saint aura emerged, and a burly figure came straight to Su Changge, called him "big brother", and then sat nearby.

"Is that Zhao Yin, who has become famous recently? This aura... is a rare talent."

"Yes, I heard that he was still unknown a few months ago, but now he is already in the middle stage of quasi-saint..."

Many quasi-saints looked at Zhao Yin, and their eyes showed a look of appreciation for the same path.

At the 106th seat behind Du Sihai, Chu Xue looked at Su Changge and was slightly nervous. She didn't know that there were so many hidden masters in the sect before. Now they are all out of retreat. Can Senior Brother Zhao Yin deal with them?

There were also many people from the Dan God Temple in the field, all of them were noble alchemists.

Suddenly, a man rushed out from the Dan God Temple, ran to Su Changge in two steps, and knelt down with a plop.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Senior, I was blind before and offended you. Three kowtows!"

The man's face was pale and covered with cold sweat.

Su Changge looked for a long time before recognizing that this was Xue Huayu who had competed with him for a private room in the black market before. He remembered that he was very cool at that time.

"Did you finally remember me? Please forgive me!" Xue Huayu was trembling all over. He learned from many alchemists stationed in Taixuan Dao Sect that today was a martial arts competition for the hidden sect. He wanted to learn something, so he came here.

As a result, he suddenly saw a familiar face when he looked at it just now. He asked someone, my goodness, it turned out that the person was the closest disciple of the master of a peak?

Su Changge almost forgot about this person.

He was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of character.

He said casually: "Three is not enough, go to the side and kowtow 300 times, and then slap yourself 800 times, and then get out of the sect, and I will pretend that this did not happen."

"Yes, yes, I will do it right away, right away!"

Xue Huayu hurried to the side, knelt down in front of everyone, kowtowed loudly, and slapped himself at the same time.

Fortunately, the other party did not treat him as a person, otherwise it would not be a shameful thing.

A group of senior officials of the Alchemy Temple breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene. Although Su Changge couldn't practice, he couldn't afford to offend him because he was backed by the Quasi-Sage. Fortunately, Xue Huayu knew the current affairs, otherwise he would have waited until Su Changge recognized him. He made Zhao Yin take action, and the consequences were unimaginable.

While thinking.

On the other hand, he suddenly noticed that the sect leader had not arrived yet.

~~~~~

Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Lin Wudi is here to report on the affairs of the Imperial Clan.

"Mr. Xu, regarding the marriage, the queens from the Imperial Clan should come over to see how Chang Ge is doing, and then make a decision. Due to the Terminator issue, they are all speeding up their training, so it will take some time. It is estimated that When I arrived, the tournament was already over."

After hearing this, Mr. Xu smiled and said: "It's okay in a few days. After all, marriage is not a piece of cake. Go down and host the martial arts competition."

While speaking, he took out a scroll from his body and said: "These are the rules of the martial arts tournament that I have made after careful consideration. Please read them to everyone."

"Here."

Lin Wudi responded and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the void fluctuated, and his figure appeared above the Martial God Altar.

Seeing the sect leader arriving, the scene immediately became quiet.

Lin Wudi unfolded the scroll and looked at it for a moment, cleared his throat, and said to everyone below: "First of all, special restrictions have been set up on the Martial God Altar. If the disciples who come up are killed, they are not really dead, even if the main body explodes. Real death, and after the explosion, the body will be transported to the audience in an instant, unscathed, just like a dream. "This is because the Terminator is coming, and the sect cannot lose its combat power in vain, so. Mr. Xu made new rules. You must know how difficult it is to cultivate an Immortal King. If one of them dies prematurely, it will be a huge loss.

The rules of martial arts competitions were not like this in the past.

The tournament itself is to enhance the sect's overall combat power to fight against the Terminator in the future, so naturally these combat forces cannot be allowed to die. Mr. Xu had thought of this rule a few months ago.

"Wow, this is good!"

"It's not really death anyway. I can take action without any scruples and unleash 200% of my strength!"

Many disciples cheered.

Lin Wudi glanced at the scroll again and said, "The next step is about the competition system of the competition."

Everyone hurriedly pricked up their ears to listen.

"In this competition, there is no time wasted in the preliminary rounds, semi-finals, and finals!"

"It's the most primitive, oldest, and cruelest rule. It's the finals!" Lin Wudi said loudly, and explained: "Let me explain in detail. The rule is that whoever wants to be the first to come up will be the first. Come up, and then whoever dares to challenge him will go on stage. If he is beaten down, it will be considered a failure. The first person will be defeated until he is challenged. The person who defeats him can dominate the ring like him until he is challenged. Until we go down, the one who is still standing on the stage in the end is the Holy Son, do you all understand?"

Everyone nodded in unison: "Understood!"

"That's good!" Lin Wudi took a deep breath and waved his hand: "Now I declare that the martial arts tournament has officially begun!"

Just after finishing, he suddenly noticed that Huang Jiulong was wearing a mask.

His eyelids suddenly wrinkled.

Then he coughed and shouted from a distance: "Huang, I have told you before that masks are not allowed in the martial arts tournament. You must show your true face. Take off your mask!"