"Ben Leizong Shen Lian."
"Scorpion King Wu Tu Sanchuan!"
"Please."
"kill!"
On the ring, the two disciples drew out their spears and fought to one place.
After Yin Jianghong made such a fuss before, Guan Shi'an's birthday banquet was also in the mood to organize, and he directly re-planned the process of the Yingjie Club. Originally, he wanted to change the name together, but under Yin Jianghong's insistence, he finally kept Yingjie. The name of the meeting called the Boys' Club.
"what!"
After several moves, only a scream was heard, and Shen Lian, who was stabbed in the left shoulder, had no choice but to admit defeat.
"Scorpion King Wutu Sanchuan wins."
With the helpless voice of the chief referee.
There was a burst of cheers from the Demon Cult disciples.
"Beautiful fight! Brother Sanchuan is too good!"
"Brother Tu, I'll keep the door open for you tonight~"
"Hahaha, I'll leave the door open for you too."
"Get out! Don't disgust me, you rough guy."
…
Compared with the laughter and laughter of the Demon Sect disciples, the decent disciples' side was bleak.
"How did this happen... Senior Brother Shen also lost."
And the only answer to this sentence was silence.
It's not that the decent disciples can't afford to lose, but after two days of competition, the decent side has always lost more than they won, and several disciples who were given great expectations all lost.
"Oh, it seems that our Demon Cult has won the marksmanship arena. Let's make a deal. Hey, Sect Master Guan, your decent disciples won't let us lose because we are guests, right? This is really true. There is no need, we are a little embarrassed to win the Devil's Cult disciples."
On the high platform, Yin Jianghong said to Guan Shi'an with a smile on his face.
Although Guan Shi'an thought that Yin Jianghong must have come prepared, he thought that "preparation" meant that Yin Jianghong must have some destructive plan ready to implement, so he secretly asked the elders of the Zongli and all the white fans to go out to investigate.
However, after two days of competition, Guan Shi'an discovered that Yin Jianghong had no other plan at all, and just brought her favorite student from her tutor to slap them in the face.
After two days of competition, the decent side was completely suppressed in all aspects, and even lost in several competitions, and there was not even a decent disciple who advanced to the next round.
This made Guan Shi'an very embarrassed, but he couldn't figure out why this happened. It stands to reason that the Devil's Cult is inferior to them in terms of resources and reputation. Why is the younger generation taught so powerful!
Seeing that Guan Shi'an didn't speak, Yin Jianghong didn't intend to stop, and continued to talk: "Could it be that Guan Zongzhu is angry? In competitions, there are always winners and losers. This time we win, and next time you lose, it's very good." normal."
Guan Shi'an took a deep breath, looked ahead and said, "Master Yin, it's not certain who will have the last laugh."
"Of course, it's just that our Demon Cult advocates instant gratification, enjoy the moment when you win, and it's not too late to feel uncomfortable when you lose later."
Guan Shi'an stopped talking after listening, and looked at another ring.
On the other side, after Jiang Beiran won his opponent, he came to the arena of the martial arts competition, and found that the decent disciples were the same as yesterday, and it was hard to win.
Although Jiang Beiran never thought that Zhengzheng would lose so badly, he still understood why it happened like this.
The difference between "recruitment channels" is too great.
Among the decent disciples, a large part of them are the children of families in various counties and counties in Fengzhou. These disciples not only have good background, but also can provide contacts for the sect, which is simply perfect.
As for the Devil's Cult, many of the people who joined were children from the poorest families or orphans. Most of them were not qualified to compare with the children of big families, but they couldn't stand the large number.
If it is said that the decent elite disciples are one in a million, then the elite disciples of the Devil's Cult are one in ten thousand.
The probability of being a genius among 100 people and the probability of being a genius among 10,000 people, you can know which is higher without thinking about it.
If decent people continue to superstitiously believe in the disciples of the family and ignore the "mud legs" in their eyes, the gap between the new generation will become wider and wider.
'If you think about it this way, it's good to be beaten up decently, and my plan will have a chance to go live. ’ But just after thinking about it, Jiang Beiran sighed, ‘But the troublesome thing is that the purpose of these Demon Cults’ trip must be more than that. '
Amidst the sighs of all the decent disciples, another day of the competition passed, and the number of decent disciples who survived the various competitions became less and less.
At night, all the decent disciples who hadn't been eliminated were summoned into a banquet hall. Jiang Beiran took a quick glance and found that there were only 60 people left...
'This is almost wiped out...'
At the main table, the suzerains all looked dignified. At this time, what they were worried about was not what kind of vicious scheme Yin Jianghong was planning, but where to put their old faces after they lost completely tomorrow.
For Guan Shi'an, who has a good face, rearranges the scene, and loves to show off, the past two days have highlighted a torment. A good "show off meeting" has turned into a "face-slapping meeting", which makes him completely unable accept.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the banquet hall was getting more and more oppressive, Guan Shi'an stood up holding his wine glass and said to the disciples on other tables: "The new generation disciples of the Demon Cult do have amazing strength, we must admit this, but in such a situation In the fierce confrontation, you still won, so I believe that you can continue to maintain this victorious posture and win to the end."
"In addition, in order to motivate all the disciples here, no matter whether it is a martial arts competition or a martial arts competition, as long as you can win the leader in any event, this seat will reward him with an additional five middle-grade spirit stones."
After hearing this, the disciples present immediately stood up and cupped their hands and said, "We will definitely go all out! Win the leader!"
All the disciples looked excited, a total of five middle-grade spirit stones! This is a fortune that they can't even imagine.
Of course, not every disciple is so excited. If it was a few days ago, Wu Qingce might still be like them, but after participating in the auction with his senior brother, he has no feeling for the five middle-grade spirit stones. Yes, after all, the cheapest item that day cost fifteen middle-grade spirit stones.
"Hey~ five middle-grade spirit stones, I heard that too~" Yin Jianghong suddenly pushed open the door of the banquet hall and shouted, holding half a greasy roast leg of lamb in his hand.
Guan Shi'an, who had been annoyed by him for the past two days, almost crushed the wine glass in his hand, took a deep breath, and said, "Is there something wrong with Hierarch Yin?"
"Oh, I'm here to thank Sect Master Guan. I'm really touched by so many good wine and food for my disciples. Also, let me ask, if I teach my disciples to win the first prize, will there be more rewards?" Give out five middle-grade spirit stones as a reward?"
Resisting the urge to scold others, Guan Shi'an replied: "This is what I personally encourage my disciples, not a prize."
"Don't see others like this, we are all a family, what's the difference..."
"Who is with your family! If there is nothing wrong, Master Yin, please go out, I still have something to say to these disciples."
Taking a bite of the roast leg of lamb, Yin Jianghong didn't back down and said, "Don't rush me away, I haven't thanked you yet, you see, you still treat us to a big meal after losing, I'm really grateful .”
Seeing that Yin Jianghong was going to be disgusting again, Guan Shi'an, who knew he couldn't drive him away, could only say to the other suzerains: "Come here today, go back and encourage your own disciples."
"Alright, then Sect Master Guan, be careful."
Arching their hands towards Guan Shi'an, the suzerains left the banquet and led their disciples out of the banquet hall.
'Hey, let's go? Let's talk more, the disciples you have brought are all good. '
As soon as Yin Jianghong finished speaking, he saw Guan Shi'an coming in front of him, grabbed him and dragged him to the main table.
After leaving the banquet hall, Lu Yinlong took his disciples back to his house.
Walking into the hall, Lu Yinlong sat on the grand master's chair and sighed.
Now there are five remaining disciples of Guixinzong who have not been eliminated, namely Wu Qingce, Lin Yuyan, Mo Xia, Ning Yushu and Jiang Beiran.
With this situation, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.
'As expected, I am in C for Guixin Sect. '
After sighing, Lu Yinlong raised his head and said: "Although the decent performance this time is really bleak, I am still relieved. Among the only eight remaining disciples in the martial arts competition, I am Guixinzong. Policy, well done."
Wu Qingce immediately saluted and said, "Thank you suzerain for your compliment."
Then Lu Yinlong looked at the other four disciples and said: "Your responsibilities are also very heavy. In the past, we were decent and proud of being proficient in the six arts, but now we have been swept away by those muddy legs of the Demon Sect in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's a shame. what."
In fact, Jiang Beiran was also very surprised at this point. He was able to figure it out after losing in martial arts, but he didn't expect that the disciples of the Demon Sect would also start to cultivate their sentiments, and each of them had unique skills.
Although it is said that there is no first in writing, it is for the master. As for the disciples, it is actually easy to tell who is high and who is low.
Shaking his head, Lu Yinlong continued: "You should have heard just now that Sect Master Guan said that he would reward the winner with five middle-grade spirit stones, so naturally I, the Sect Master, can't be stingy, as long as you can win the championship, I will Add another ten middle-grade spirit stones."
"Thank you suzerain!" The five people clasped their hands together.
"Go, have a good rest, it will be up to you tomorrow."
"Yes!"
As soon as the five of them walked out of the house, Ning Yushu immediately excitedly said: "Fifteen middle-grade spirit stones! I've never seen so many in my life. I think we should thank those Demon Cult minions this time."
But after Ning Yushu finished speaking, he found that the other four didn't seem very excited.
For a while, Ning Yushu lost his interest. Thinking about it, it is true that the decent disciples lost so badly this time, and he is still happy here, it really shouldn't be.
Ever since, the five of them returned to the guest house in silence along the way, and went upstairs separately.
Lin Yuyan didn't go back to the room directly, but danced all the way to the top floor of the guest house, and couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart anymore.
'Brother actually walked with me for a whole moment! And in front of so many people! Is this an open relationship? ? oops! '
Lin Yuyan thought about it and slapped a lantern hanging beside him flying! A pretty face flushed completely.