One group was led by a dozen people who were also wearing the costumes of the Wuliang Sect, and behind them stood more than twenty monks wearing other kinds of costumes. This group of people just looked coldly at the group opposite them.
The number of people on the opposite side was obviously much larger, about sixty or seventy people, who were sitting in a semicircle and arguing about something. The words Li Yan heard outside the door came from this group of people.
Seeing this scene, Li Yan guessed that there were only more than 30 people over there, and they should be the surviving monks from the previous 16th team.
All of these people exuded a strong murderous aura, and their faces were cold. You could tell at a glance that they had just been through a fight. Many of them still had scars and bloodstains on their bodies to varying degrees.
Li Yan heard from Wei Chongran that those who were seriously injured were sent back to the rear for recuperation, so it seemed that these were the only ones who could stand here.
Li Yan did not go up immediately. Like the dozen or so cultivators beside him, he just stood far away at the door and watched both sides.
While Bro's group was discussing, they kept looking towards the group led by the Wuliang Sect.
At this time, the leader of the Wuliang Sect, who had been silent all this time, crossed his arms coldly and said, "Enough of your whining, the captain of the previous Qing 16th Team is not someone you can point fingers at, where do you get so many excuses, just have a fight.
After discussion, those who think they are very strong should step forward.
Regardless of which senior brother is arranged by the higher-ups to be the captain, I, Gong Yuantai, will take over now.
I have been to some of your places when I traveled before, and I know that the Pure Land Sect and Shibuyuan are both places of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, but I am not as good at talking as you are. "
Senior Brother Gong is right, count me in as one!"
"I'd also like to see your skills. Are they much stronger than our previous captain's?"
“… … ”
As soon as the big man from the Wuliang Sect opened his mouth, several cultivators around him spoke one after another, including three cultivators from the Wuliang Sect and four cultivators at the back, a total of eight people.
Including Gong Yuantai, the surging aura of the eight people revealed that they were all at the fake Dan level.
Gong Yuantai was angry in his heart. Did these people really think that this was their back garden? Needless to say, these recruited monks would be pulled to the front battlefield in two days at most, or as little as one day.
We'll see if you still have the leisure time then. Right now the number of cultivators at the front is very tight, barely enough for daily consumption. Moreover, deep down, there are barriers between the cultivators of the four major sects, which are not so easy to eliminate.
Just as Gong Yuantai's tone became more and more stern, the faces of the people on the opposite side suddenly turned unfriendly, and in an instant, more than 20 to 30 monks stood up.
In addition to the ten fake pills, there are nearly twenty cultivators who have reached the great perfection of the foundation building stage, including Bro, whose current cultivation level is also at the great perfection stage of the foundation building stage.
Li Yan was quite surprised at Bro's accomplishments. It seemed that in the past two years, not only he himself had made rapid progress, but Bro was also improving rapidly.
At this time, Li Yan also saw the logo on Gong Yuantai's cuffs. There was a ferocious beast roaring to the sky on a small golden tripod. It was a disciple of Laojun Peak. However, because Li Yan did not like to go out, he had never heard of Gong Yuantai.
The situation on the field was already clear. Gong Yuantai and the group of monks behind him should be from the original sixteen teams. They were all disciples of the Wuliang Sect and monks recruited by the Wuliang Sect. The other side, with as many as fifty or sixty monks, must be from the Pure Land Sect and the Shibuyuan.
It seems that my position as captain is not recognized by others.
The appearance of Gong Yuantai and others means that during the month that Li Yan was in seclusion to recover, it was no longer just the disciples from the Four Symbols Peak who were stationed here. Disciples from other peaks had also come here a long time ago.
Sure enough, Li Yan soon found the logos of the other three peaks on the cuffs of the group of Wuliang Sect disciples.
Gong Yuantai's side seemed to want to stand up for themselves. When Li Yan found out, he touched his nose and still did not step forward immediately. Instead, he stood in the distance and watched with interest.
If he sensed correctly, there were always several extremely strong spiritual senses hovering above the courtyard, including the familiar spiritual sense of his master. The other seven or eight spiritual senses were somewhat unfamiliar.
With these people secretly spying, Li Yan certainly knew that nothing serious would happen here.
"They are just watching their own fun!"
Li Yan immediately understood one thing. No wonder his master wanted to know about his cultivation level. This was a pre-existing purpose.
Perhaps the fact that he had managed to escape from the clutches of a demon had already given him a plan.
As for the monks recruited from the Pure Land Sect and the Ten-Step Courtyard, Wei Chongran and his men could use tough measures to force them to obey their arrangements.
But as Bro said, there are problems with this team. Everyone has rifts in their hearts, and they will definitely be the ones who suffer on the battlefield.
Wei Chongran and the others are of course more aware of this situation, but since they are the ones in charge here, the Wuliang Sect must of course try to control the various cultivators' military camps in their own hands as much as possible.
It is also possible that after knowing his own strength, he immediately arranged himself to the Youth Sixteenth Team.
Although Li Yan knew nothing before, after listening to the words of the deacon brother in the hall just now, combined with the current situation, how could he not guess some of the tricks. In fact, this is also the four major sects fighting for their own interests after the war. Even though the future is particularly uncertain now, those old guys have already taken all aspects into account.
Li Yan guessed that the losses of Team Qing 16 might be the heaviest, but the ones who were anxious to reinforce them were the monks recruited from the other two sects. This created a situation where the guest was suppressing the host, and he was about to be used to suppress them.
Except for the sixteen teams of the "Green Bat Camp", the other monks' teams may also have reinforcements, but the number of reinforcements may not be so large. Therefore, as they are alone and weak, the monks of the Wuliang Sect should still have the advantage.
After figuring all this out in an instant, Li Yan was no longer in a hurry. He simply decided to see how strong the cultivators on both sides were. Anyway, there were people supporting him from behind, so it would be none of his business if anything went wrong.
"Brother Gong, my name is Tang Minglong. I come from a small sect that is not worth mentioning. I would like to ask Brother Gong for some advice."
At this time, a person in the field stepped out directly, clasped his fists and saluted towards Gong Yuantai's side, with a half-smile on his face.
His words sound humble, but everyone knows that he is not a good person. His words may seem humble, but he actually has evil intentions.
When he spoke like this, it seemed as if he was worthless. If he lost later, everyone would think that it was no big deal, as he was just a disciple of a small and unknown sect.
Although Tang Minglong's personal cultivation level had only reached the level of fake elixir, the skills practiced by the small sect were definitely not of high level, so it was understandable that he was defeated.
And if he defeats Gong Yuantai in one battle, he can use the reputation of the Wuliang Sect to become famous instantly. Although he only defeated a disciple and it would not cause loss of reputation for the Wuliang Sect, it would still allow Tang Minglong to earn some fame.
Gong Yuantai looked at the other person with an expressionless face, and he was about to take a step forward, but was beaten to the punch by another person beside him.
"Since you think you are not worthy, how can it be Brother Gong's turn to take action? I will do it."
Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared and rushed out of the queue. This man was about thirty years old, with a clear face and three long strands of beard fluttering under his chin. He looked to be quite old.
This person's cultivation has only reached the realm of great perfection in foundation building, which is one small realm lower than Tang Minglong. This is enough to be crushed by Tang Minglong without any suspense.
After seeing the man's face clearly, Gong Yuantai used his spiritual sense to scan Tang Minglong again. He did not say anything else, but immediately stopped and stood still.
After Li Yan saw the man clearly, his eyes narrowed. He had met this man several times before, and he should have met him in the Alchemy Hall of Laojun Peak. He heard others greet this man, and they should have called him "Senior Brother Yang". Anyway, he didn't have a very deep impression of him.
If he had not seen two tiny poisonous insects tightly embraced in the other person's sleeves, he would not have been able to remember the other person for a moment. It was when others were trading spiritual insects with this person for elixirs, and it happened that Li Yan wanted to take those elixirs back to study the disintegrating poisonous body, so he paid some attention to them.
However, he didn't know what this person's specific name was.
Tang Minglong in the field saw that Gong Yuantai did not come out, and a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes, but he also knew that among all the opponents, Gong Yuantai should be the one with the most superb cultivation.
Although Gong Yuantai said that he would accept everyone's challenge, it was obvious that the others would not agree.
However, when he saw clearly that the person coming was also a cultivator from the Wuliang Sect, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. As long as he had the cultivation level of the Wuliang Sect, it would be fine. But when it was his turn to scan the other person with his spiritual sense, his face, which had been humble just now, immediately changed color.
"The Wuliang Sect is indeed one of the four most famous sects in the world, but I have never heard of it being the leader of the four. Your Excellency can stand out from the crowd with such a high level of cultivation. Either you have a great way of hiding your aura, or you have learned a profound immortal art. This is something I cannot figure out. But may I know the name of this junior brother?"
With a quick scan with his spiritual sense, he found that the opponent was only at the great perfection of foundation building. He was so arrogant that he wanted to fight him. Tang Minglong was immediately angry and couldn't help but speak with sarcasm.
At the same time, it still shows that the other party may have hidden his cultivation level, so that if he wins later, it will not be too glorious.
The clear-faced monk from the Wuliang Sect seemed to still have a wound on his shoulder, with blood still seeping out and leaving marks on it. He just shook his head.
“I have not concealed my cultivation. I am already a very weak person in the sect. Otherwise, I would not have not reached the false elixir stage at this age, let alone the golden elixir stage.
"In the previous battles with the demon cultivators, it was all because of the protection of my brothers and sisters that I was able to survive. Fighting here will not easily lead to the loss of life, so I am trembling with courage and hope that Brother Tang can give me some advice."
He did not reveal his name, and it was obvious that he did not want to say more. After that, he stood where he was. If it were not for the Wuliang Sect's attire that made him look a little special, he would have looked like a worldly, down-and-out scholar.
The monk named Yang stood with his hands hanging down, staring calmly at Tang Minglong, with no sign of joy or anger.
At this moment, not only did Tang Minglong become increasingly angry, but many of the cultivators behind him also showed angry expressions on their faces. Many of them could even be heard snorting heavily, obviously thinking that the cultivators from the Wuliang Sect were too arrogant and did not take them seriously at all.
Tang Minglong didn't say a word, but raised his hands in a hugging position, and a huge green water column appeared in his arms.
He made hand gestures extremely quickly and the spell was completed in the blink of an eye. He did not even have to make hand gestures or chant any spells. This showed that he was very powerful.
Tang Minglong exerted force with his arms and swung up a green water column that was ten feet high and as thick as a man could hug.
Upon seeing this, the people on both sides immediately retreated, leaving more than fifty feet of open space for the two people in the field.