Chapter 539: The Prize

Su Shaoxun's words immediately won the attention of the casual cultivators.

Yan Qingzhu naturally didn't care about this and quickly nodded in agreement, but Ouyang, who had not said much, said:

"If so, wouldn't all the Taoist friends from the family have come here in vain?"

He didn't want to let the good people of the Haoran Sect get away with it.

Senior Brother Qian nodded:

"Then the Taoist friends from the family should also select some people to participate in the competition."

He said this nonchalantly. In his opinion, these people were not capable of taking away the rewards anyway. Even if they participated in the competition, they were just their, or his, foils.

At this time, Yan Qingwan frowned and poked her brother.

With so many people fighting each other, when will this boring party end?

Yan Qingzhu understood what he meant, and was just worrying about how to reduce the number of people when Xiuming suddenly stood up and said:

"If each family sends three people, even if the elimination system is adopted, it will take a long time;

How about this, the time limit is one stick of incense. If the winner cannot be determined within one stick of incense, both people will be eliminated at the same time."

Gu Changhuan thought to himself, "Wow, this leader of the Shaoyang Sect looks tepid, but he is more scheming than that Senior Brother Qian."

At the same level of cultivation, it is nothing for cultivators to fight for one or two hours. If you want to determine the winner within one stick of incense, it is not an easy task for most cultivators;

The cultivators who came to participate in the Fenglin meeting today are all well-known cultivators. If they lose face here, they will resent Senior Brother Qian, after all, it was he who proposed the idea of ​​sparring;

And if it is a draw, everyone will save face.

It's just...

I'm afraid that some cultivators will be overwhelmed by the fourth-level spiritual objects and lose their sense of proportion in the competition, which will cause casualties.

While Gu Changhuan was thinking, the four families had already started organizing the competition.

And they took out the prize.

Su Shaoxun of Haoran Sect took out a fourth-level low-grade healing pill;

Xiu Ming of Shaoyang Sect took out a fourth-level material;

Yan Qingjun of Yan Family took out a fourth-level animal bone;

Ouyang of Wuqiu Valley took out a fourth-level animal skin.

Because there were fourth-level spiritual objects as prizes, there were many cultivators who wanted to participate in the competition. Gu Changhuan watched coldly, and even many family cultivators came over.

However, the people around him were still sitting firmly on the futon, and obviously had no intention of going on stage to compete.

Even Peng Liantian, who was the most lively, did not move.

Yun Luoyao saw that Gu Changhuan had no intention of participating in the competition, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

Daoyou Gu, don't you plan to go on stage to try?

Gu Changhuan paused for a moment as he stretched out his chopsticks. He looked at the monks who were vying for the registration, and then looked at the exquisite dishes on the table. He smiled and replied:

The dishes today are very good. I don't have any hobbies, but I like spiritual food;

If you want me to put down my chopsticks and fight for some fourth-level spiritual objects, it would be a loss for me.

And...

Fellow Daoist Yun, you have also seen what kind of characters the monks who are preparing for the competition are. Those who are not willing to fight to the death are those we can't afford to offend.

Although our family monks are not as good as the best, they are better than the worst. Fighting for a few fourth-level spiritual objects with others is not a good choice.

What's more, a big tree attracts the wind.

Gu Changhuan smiled and picked up a piece of dessert.

Hearing what Gu Changhuan said, Yun Luoyao also nodded in agreement.

Indeed, there is no need to fight for a few fourth-level spiritual objects with others, not to mention that the things the four families brought out are not worth their lives.

However, these things may be chicken ribs for Gu Changhuan and others, and they are tasteless and infuriating to throw away.

But for many cultivators who come from the casual cultivation background, this is a huge sum of money that is enough to make them fight for it.

For the cultivators of the four families, these spiritual objects are just a bonus, and the most important thing is to become famous.

If they can defeat many geniuses and win the first place, they will be famous in the East Wilderness. At that time, not only the elders in the sect, but even the Yuanying ancestors may look at them differently.

In that case, they can get more than just a few melons and two dates.

However, three cultivators from one family is still not much.

The leading cultivators of the four families must participate, and as for the other two places, these cultivators need to fight for them themselves.

No matter how the families and others compete for the total of 18 places, Gu Changhuan and others just watch the show.

After more than a quarter of an hour of arguing, the four families finally finalized the candidates for the competition.

Senior Brother Qian of Shaoyang Sect took out the formation and sticks that had been prepared long ago, and prepared to start drawing lots.

At the same time, in the building opposite the Zhaixing Tower, the Jindan cultivators of the four families gathered together and were drinking tea.

"These guys are really troublesome."

The Jindan cultivator of the Yan family snorted and said.

The Jindan Zhenren of Shaoyang Sect touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and said:

"It's okay to compete. The disciples have always known the importance of the matter, and will not accidentally hurt those casual cultivators who participated in the Fenglin Small Meeting."

He said this, but he was complaining in his heart:

Really, that kid named Qian is not his disciple, why should he explain and smile to that kid here.

It's really unlucky.

At this time, Qi Zhi also said:

"After all, they are all young people, which is understandable.

The demon clan has become much more honest recently. They have nowhere to release their energy, and they happen to encounter so many opponents with comparable cultivation levels. It is inevitable that they will feel itchy.

As long as no one is killed, if this matter spreads in the future, it will be a good story. "

Of course, this is good news for the winners, but not necessarily for the losers.

"Speaking of the demon clan..."

Master Bai Yan of the Yan family took over.

"The demon tribe has been too honest recently, not like the Purple Man Demon King's style."

According to news from other battlefields, not only are there fewer fourth-level monsters on the front line recently, but there are also one-third fewer low-level monsters than before. Therefore, the number of injured and killed monks has dropped a lot;

This is certainly a good thing, but in the long run, it doesn't look like a good thing.

"The spies said that the Purple Man Demon King has suffered frequent defeats and plans to gather its forces to focus on one area." Jin Dan of the Shaoyang Sect said.

Qi Zhi frowned, the news he had received was probably the same.

At this time, the only female nun present:

“Although each fortress is defended by level 5 formations, if the demon tribe specializes in one place, I’m afraid they still have to pay some price to defend the city;

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Does the Purple Man Demon King really intend to do this? "