Although everyone in Lintian Peak was neither excited nor looking forward to it, the day of the team battle still arrived.
Early that morning, Jun Linxuan summoned all the disciples who needed to participate in the competition and gathered them in a room in the inn. He asked them to check whether the items in the storage ring were ready, including Jun Xiaomo.
The storage ring in Jun Xiaomo's hand was not the one she had already shed her blood to identify as its owner. It was a competition-specific ring with the logo of the competition organizing committee on it. It could not be passed down through blood. Those who acknowledge their master will be taken back after the game.
The space reserve of this ring is far less than that of a personal storage ring, which requires contestants to carefully plan the things they will use for the competition. If there are too many, they will definitely not be able to fit them.
Therefore, the pile of talismans that Jun Xiaomo had prepared for his brothers were all put to use, and were now well placed in their special rings for the competition.
Not only that, Jun Xiaomo also threw all the talismans in his storage ring into the competition ring, just in case.
For her, the ranking is still secondary. The most important thing is that the group of them can come out of the swamp unharmed, no one is missing!
In addition to the talisman, Jun Xiaomo also prepared a pile of spiritual stones, red sand, formation pens, deduction disks, clay, etc. He quickly used up four-fifths of the space of the storage ring, leaving the remaining Some healing elixirs and dry food, as well as her combat tool, a whip, were barely crammed into less than one-fifth of the space.
Seeing the contents of his daughter's storage ring, the veins on Jun Linxuan's forehead twitched. He pointed at his daughter's pile of rubbish-like things and asked, "Why did you bring them? It's sand, dirt, and pens." , especially those piles of spiritual stones, do you think you can still buy and sell things in the competition area, huh?!"
Jun Xiaomo knew that his father had misunderstood, so he stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Dad, isn't this what I need to prepare the formation?"
"Nonsense!" Jun Linxuan frowned, "Do you think this game is just a joke? During the battle, how can I have so much time to draw formations for you? Moreover, those fur formations you know , how useful will it be when it comes to fighting? Take these things out and put some healing medicine and dry food in them."
Jun Xiaomo said seriously: "Dad, I don't regard this game as a joke, I know how dangerous this game is, and it is precisely because of this that I must prepare some things needed to draw the formation. "
"False! I've already said it. When fighting, how can you find so much time to draw formations? Moreover, how many years have you studied formations? People who have studied formations for decades can only say that they are talented. I have just started, and you, who are not even half-experienced, say you want to draw formations during the game. Isn’t that adding to the chaos?! I will never allow it!”
"Dad!" Jun Xiaomo was anxious and angry. She really didn't know how to reverse her father's deep-rooted thoughts.
Could it be that she said that she was reborn and had already drawn the formation for hundreds of years? Her father might think she was making up a story, right
"Master, I think... if Junior Sister Xiaomo really wants to draw the formation, let her do it. I brought a lot of healing medicine, which is enough for us to use together." Chen Feiyu persuaded.
"Yes, Master, I also brought a lot of healing medicine and dry food, which I can use with my junior sister."
"Me too."
"Me too… "
Listening to these brothers talking about sharing the healing medicine with themselves, Jun Xiaomo felt really touched, helpless, and a bit dumbfounded - did these people think that he was "playing around"? "
However, it's no wonder that they think so. After all, they have never been on a mission with Jun Xiaomo, so naturally they don't know how familiar Jun Xiaomo is with the battle method.
If Senior Brother Ye were present, he would definitely support his approach without hesitation, because he had seen me use formations in battle...
A thought like this suddenly flashed through Jun Xiaomo's mind, and his heart suddenly tightened, and a thin and dense pain arose.
Jun Linxuan still frowned and did not let go, because this was not only related to his daughter's personal problem, but also related to the safety of his other disciples.
If, as these disciples said, they gave some of the healing medicine to their daughters, then in an extreme emergency, they would probably run out of enough healing medicine.
When the time comes, not even one of them will matter, or even the entire army will be annihilated.
Jun Linxuan is not only a strict father, but also the master of a peak. He never wants his disciples to encounter any accidents during the competition because of his daughter.
Just when Jun Xiaomo and Jun Linxuan were in a stalemate, there was a knock on the door. Everyone thought it was the waiter, so they casually said, "Please come in."
Unexpectedly, the person who came in was Rong Ruihan.
Rong Ruihan originally wanted to cheer Jun Xiaomo up before the game, but he didn't expect that when he walked in, he saw a room full of people.
Not only that, Jun Linxuan, who was sitting in the first place, glared at Jun Xiaomo angrily, as if the other person had done something heinous.
Rong Ruihan patted the shoulder of Wei Gaolang, who was closest to the door, and asked softly: "What happened?"
"Senior Sister Xiaomo wanted to use the formation during the competition, so the storage ring contained a lot of things needed for the formation. Master refused, thinking that Senior Sister Xiaomo was fooling around, so the two started to quarrel. Well... maybe it can't be considered a 'noisy', it's just that Master reprimanded Senior Sister Xiaomo unilaterally and refused to let go."
Rong Ruihan looked up at Jun Xiaomo and found that her face was tense and her eyes looking back at Jun Linxuan were full of stubbornness and persistence.
Both father and daughter believed that they were right and refused to give in on this issue.
Rong Ruihan curled his lips helplessly, walked behind Jun Xiaomo, and patted her shoulder.
Jun Xiaomo was slightly startled: "Brother Rong?"
She was so focused on confronting her father that she didn't even realize there was an extra person in the room.
Rong Ruihan patted her head and turned to Jun Linxuan and said: "Senior Jun, you also know that during their travels in Xiaomo, she and Brother Ye once met me and ran away with me for a while. At that time, thanks to Xiaomo's formation, we were able to escape death again and again. Therefore, I personally feel that if Xiaomo uses the formation to fight the enemy during the game, the advantage may be greater. .”
After hearing what Rong Ruihan said, Jun Linxuan's frown relaxed a little.
His attitude finally relaxed a little.
When Jun Xiaomo saw that there was hope to pry away the stubborn stone in his father's mind, his eyes lit up and he kept saying: "Yes, dad, I only have level 6 of Qi training now. If you want me to fight one to one, I can't beat others. This is not a group competition with different levels. There are many people in the team battle who are at level 11 or above. How can I compare with them? Even if I have a talisman in my storage ring. , can you survive three days?"
Jun Linxuan thought about it carefully and felt that what Jun Xiaomo and Rong Ruihan said made sense. He was almost convinced.
Finally, Chen Feiyu and the others also echoed: "Master, don't worry, no matter what, don't we still have the healing medicine in our storage ring? There won't be any big problem."
Seeing that each and every one of his disciples was on his daughter's side, Jun Linxuan sighed and stopped insisting. But he still said to Jun Xiaomo with a serious look: "Xiaomo, I saw that you promised me again and again, so I gave you this opportunity. I hope you won't let me down. This is not just for you. This matter is also related to the safety of your other brothers and sisters, so remember not to mess around."
"Yes, Xiaomo would like to listen to father's teachings." Jun Xiaomo responded politely.
Wei Gaolang quietly said to Chen Feiyu beside him: "Master, is he too harsh on Senior Sister Xiaomo?"
Chen Feiyu shook his head and said: "There is no way, Master shoulders the responsibility of the entire Lintian Peak, so naturally he cannot treat these matters carelessly. What's more, Junior Sister Xiaomo is still his child. As a father, he naturally does not want to It is also for the sake of Junior Sister Xiaomo that the children will do whatever they want. Otherwise, when Junior Sister Xiaomo becomes the target of public criticism, it will be too late to regret." After saying that, Chen Feiyu patted Wei Gaolang on the shoulder, "You are still young, in the future you You’ll understand.”
Wei Gaolang scratched his head in confusion and stopped talking.
After making sure that everyone had arranged the items in their storage rings and that nothing was missing, Jun Linxuan let everyone have a quick breakfast and then walked to the competition venue.
The edge of the competition venue was crowded with people, everyone was waiting for the competition area to open, and at the same time, the judges were making final identity confirmations.
In order to prevent the occurrence of such things as "letting others compete on your behalf", this link will be included in every competition, and it is very strict.
"Contestants of Heng Yue Sect, please come forward and prepare." One of the judges shouted loudly, and through the amplification array, his voice could be heard in the entire area.
Dai Yanfeng and other elders of Heng Yue Sect led a group of disciples behind them and strode towards the judges, where they would undergo an identity verification.
The disciples of Heng Yue Sect seemed to have an innate arrogance. When they passed by the crowd, the crowd involuntarily made way for them and watched them walk towards the judges.
When passing Jun Xiaomo and the others, one of the disciples glanced at Jun Xiaomo lightly. The hidden look in his eyes definitely did not contain any "goodwill", but more like contempt.
After they passed by, Wei Gaolang clenched his fist angrily, waved it behind them, and said: "Hey! What are you pulling! Do you think they are very powerful because they are currently ranked first in the total score?! Aren't they just a group of disciples of an intermediate sect? , we at Lintian Peak are no worse than them!"
Jun Xiaomo frowned slightly, feeling a strange feeling in his heart - are these really disciples of the Heng Yue Sect? Why does it feel different from the last time I saw it
People often say, "This guy has such a good temperament" and "This guy has such a strong momentum."
Temperament and momentum may seem like illusory things, but they are real.
They are formed by a person's environment and personal conscious transformation over many years. They may have a certain correlation with a person's strength, but they are not absolute.
One thing is for sure, none of them are easy to change.
A person's appearance can be modified by relying on various things such as medicine, talismans, formations, etc., but temperament and momentum are difficult.
This is why Jun Xiaomo noticed something strange - when the first day of the competition just started, she had met with these people from Hengyuezong, and the feeling those people gave her at that time was completely different from now.
At least, at that time, this group of people was definitely not as "arrogant" as they are today.
Jun Xiaomo watched as the group of people came to the judges' table, and each of them dropped a drop of fingertip blood on the formation diagram on the judges' bench.
This formation map has the ability to identify the identity of the contestants. If the blood dripped into the center of the formation matches the true identity of the contestant, a blue light will appear, and if it does not match, a red light will appear.
I don’t know if it’s everyone’s misunderstanding, but the Hengyuezong’s “identity determination” seems to have taken a particularly long time.
Everyone put down what they were busy doing and looked in the direction of Hengyuezong.
In a place where they could not see, one of the elders of Hengyuezong had a drop of sweat sliding down his forehead, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.
He secretly prayed that he must not be discovered... Otherwise, the century-old reputation of Heng Yue Sect would be completely ruined.
About half the time it took for the incense to be burned, a blue light suddenly shone brightly in the center of the formation—
"The Heng Yue Sect's identity verification has been passed. Please invite the next sect, the Luo Yue Sect, to come forward and prepare." The judges announced loudly. Several elders of the Heng Yue Sect were silent on their faces, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.
Fortunately…
They looked at each other vaguely, and then looked at the great elder, Dai Yanfeng, in unison.
When Dai Yanfeng tried to persuade them to accept the proposal of the head of the Du family, they were worried and entangled for a long time. Even if they finally reluctantly agreed to the "generation competition" proposal because they were afraid of retaliation from the Du family, their hearts were full of various emotions. Kind of uncertain.
After all, since the beginning of the mid-level sect qualifying competition, they have not heard of any successful representative competition, and those sects that tried to take advantage of the loopholes ended badly after the incident.
They were ostracized by all the sects and were eventually lost in history.
This is why an arrogant person like Dai Yanfeng has to think carefully before making a decision when faced with a proposal from the head of the Du family.
He can afford to gamble but cannot afford to lose.
What made him extremely lucky was that he still won the bet. Even the judges of the ranking competition were unable to discover the true identity of the group of "Disciples of Heng Yue Sect" behind him.
Who would have thought that the Du family would actually send their own disciples to help the Heng Yue Sect
In a place where others could not see, Dai Yanfeng smiled secretly.