Chapter 652 The dust has settled

"Good fellow! It's frozen! What kind of immobilization technique is this?"

"Tsk tsk! The evil cultivator Mu Han's magic and evil techniques are indeed quite tricky!"

"I've been hearing you say all day that even the great disciple of the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect, Lu Chuan, was defeated by the last champion Mu Han. Now I see that he is indeed amazing! His moves are extraordinary!"

The cultivators watching the fight below the stage looked at the evil cultivator Mu Han with extremely admiring eyes. The eyes of the female cultivators were even more brilliant, and they admired the handsome and evil Mu Han.

Wei Tong sat down dejectedly and murmured, "Fortunately, this fellow Taoist Mu showed mercy and did not blast out the devil flame. It's a pity that Junior Brother Ma didn't listen to others' advice and made a fool of himself in public. What a shame!"

Lu Chuan, who barely sat in the sixth champion, sighed when he saw Ma Junwu's funny appearance. He felt a bit of grief for the rabbit's death and felt sorry for his own kind. At the same time, he was more afraid of Mu Han!

"It seems that he didn't use his full strength in the fight with me! How does the first place champion, Zhou Mingzhao, the fourth son of Zhou Tong'an, from the Dixuan Immortal Sect, compare with the second place champion, Xiao Daoyuan from the Five Elements Immortal Sect?"

Lu Chuan glanced to the right and saw that the person at the top of the top 100 list was Zhou Mingzhao, the fourth son of Zhou Tong'an, the ancestor of the Zhou family. He was also the eldest disciple of the second generation of disciples of the Dixuan Immortal Sect and could be called a child of destiny! The Dixuan Immortal Sect, whether elders or fellow disciples, all called him the fourth son.

Chen Sigongzi wore an ochre-yellow robe and looked very similar to his deceased third brother Zhou Mingde and sixth brother Zhou Minghui, but his expression and behavior were even more arrogant than them. Seeing the poor performance of his junior brother Ma Junwu, Zhou Mingzhao couldn't stand it anymore and cursed a few useless words, but he didn't move. In his opinion, how could he, the first champion, challenge the last champion with such honor? Mu Han was content to be the last, which was considered to be a good judge of character.

The second champion, Xiao Daoyuan, the first disciple of the Five Elements Immortal Sect, was much calmer than Zhou Sigongzi. Xiao Daoyuan was about 30 years old, wearing a nine-palace Taoist robe. He nodded slightly to Mu Han's immobilization method, with a flash of admiration in his eyes, and then closed his eyes and meditated, detached from the world.

The third champion was Cui Jing, a disciple of the Spirit Talisman Immortal Sect. At this moment, he stood up from his seat and stared at Mu Han in surprise, and then looked at the elder of this immortal sect who was judging on the main stage. Seeing that he was also staring at Mu Han, Cui Jing said in surprise: "Elder Bu! This person seems to be using the secret technique of this immortal sect, the Eight-Gate Golden Lock!"

Elder Bu nodded solemnly, and without hesitation, he flashed to the last champion Mu Han, patted Ma Junwu several times, untied his seal, and threw him away.

Afterwards, Elder Bu looked Mu Han up and down and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me! Where did you learn the secret technique of our sect, the Eight-Gate Golden Lock?"

When these words came out, everyone was slightly startled and stared blankly.

Ye Ling's expression was still calm and indifferent. Facing the questioning of the Golden Core Elder of Lingfu Xianmen, he showed no fear and said calmly: "Eight-Gate Golden Lock? Are you referring to the seal technique I just performed? Haha, this technique is probably not created by Guixianmen. Am I practicing the same secret technique as Guixianmen? Not necessarily!" Elder Bu's face sank, and he was so angry that his hair and beard stood up: "Why not? If you don't believe me, I'll show you!" Ye Ling pointed at Ma Junwu who was thrown on the ring by him, and said leisurely: "Since it is the Eight-Gate Golden Lock of Guixianmen's secret technique, and you are proficient in this technique, why didn't you unlock his seal?" Elder Bu was startled, and then looked at Ma Junwu, who was still in that stiff and funny look, lying straight on the ring, still maintaining the posture of swinging his fist. "Hmm?" Elder Bu lifted Ma Junwu up again and used seals to unseal him, but it was useless. Instead, Ma Junwu cried out in pain, which made the disciples of Dixuan Xianmen under the stage unable to bear to watch.

Zhou Mingzhao, the son of Zhou Si, heard the long and short ouch of this useless Junior Brother Ma, and his face became even more embarrassed. He shouted: "Stop! Enough! This son, seeing that you are an elder of Lingfu Xianmen, will not bother with you. Put Junior Brother Ma down! Shouting in public, how can you be so disgraceful!"

Elder Bu frowned. He knew the identity of the son of Zhou Si. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth level of foundation building, he was the beloved son of the ancestor of Dixuan Xianmen. He could not afford to offend him, so he had to put Ma Junwu down and stared at Mu Han with a gloomy face: "This technique is indeed the Eight Gates Golden Lock of my Lingfu Xianmen. Who knows what kind of tricks you have mixed in it? I won't give you today. I have to say, don't even think about leaving the ring!"

Without waiting for Ye Ling to answer, Sikou Tingyan, who was standing on the left side of the ring, shouted: "Why? Mu Han clearly won, but you old man made things difficult for him! This is the ring for selecting the pioneers of the sea expedition. What kind of Taoist magic does the champion use? Why do you care?"

Hongtang echoed: "That's right! There are so many similar Taoist magics in the world, thousands of them! Almost everyone present can use a small fireball magic. According to what you said, can the fireball magic only be the secret magic of the Chixiao Immortal Sect? No one else is allowed to use it?"

Lin Qingcheng, the incarnation of the Youyue Fairy Feng Cailing, did not speak, but sent a divine thought to Elder Lengju.

Elder Leng Ju understood. Mu Han had helped Chen Guirong before, so he returned the favor immediately. He came to the main stage and tried to dissuade Elder Bu of Ling Fu Xian Men: "It's getting late. Now is not the time to argue about the Eight Gates Golden Lock. Let's let the cultivators compete on the stage quickly. We must have a final result before dark. Time is running out!"

Elder Bu was persuaded by them and met with dissatisfaction from the monks below the stage, so he had to give up. However, in order to save some face, he stepped down and pointed at the stiff Ma Junwu and said, "As long as you can untie his seal, I will not pursue you!"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, and slowly took out a green pill from the storage bag and put it into Ma Junwu's mouth. Not long after, Ma Junwu was finally able to move his limbs and barely stood up. He was still unwilling to give in and wanted to fight with Mu Han, but was blocked by Elder Bu.

At this moment, Elder Bu understood everything. It turned out that when Mu Han used the Eight Gates Golden Lock, the poison entered the gate of life and used poison attack, which made Ma Junwu stiff. He could only recover after swallowing the antidote.

"Boy, you are so cruel!" Elder Bu snorted coldly, walked away angrily, and glanced at the third champion Cui Jing intentionally or unintentionally.

Ye Ling saw all the subtle changes in Elder Bu's expression. He sneered in his heart: This old guy probably told Cui Jing something, so we must be on guard.

The battles on the main stage, the competition for the champion, continued until the sun set and the sunset glowed in the sky.

The Jindan elders of the four major stages A, B, C, and D gathered together, totaling the number of thousands of the sea expedition vanguard army; the competition for the champion on the main stage was finally settled, and each was awarded with spirit stones and war medals as rewards, which was also used to recruit teammates.

Ye Ling only received 60,000 spirit stones and 600 war medals of exchange jade slips, the least among the 100 champions, but he didn't care at all and put them in his storage bag.