In the rest area, Fan Fanan knocked on a qi invigorating pill, crossed his legs, and slowly adjusted his breath.
All the disciples were surrounding him, talking excitedly.
"Brother Fanatic, your saber technique just now is really cool!" A male disciple rushed to speak first.
"That's right, Lu Ren of Diling Peak was beaten like a tortoise." Another male disciple interjected.
"Cut..." Some female disciples walked away when they heard that the male god was being slandered.
"Brother Fanze, judging from this momentum, it seems that you are going to win the championship this time. Our Tianxia Peak really needs to be proud this time!" A disciple looked at Fanze with admiration and said excitedly.
Fan Fan sat on the chair indifferently, occasionally tilting his neck and picking out earwax.
At this time, a handsome man came over: "Fanatic fellow Taoist, hello, I'm An Lin."
Staring wildly at the bloodshot eyes, he chuckled: "I have noticed you a long time ago, young master Xuanyuan's friend, the dog-riding warrior!"
The corner of An Lin's mouth twitched, what the hell is a dog riding warrior!
Forget it, now is not the time to worry about this, it is more important to get down to business...
There was a smile on his face: "I have something to talk to you alone."
Fan Fan still maintained a lazy expression, but used the sound transmission to enter the secret: "What is it?"
An Lin also used voice transmission to enter the secret: "Wait a minute, can you put some water in the game so that Tang Shiyuan can win? I'll give you 40,000 spirit stones!"
An Lin did the math, if Fanatic only takes the second place, then he can also get a low-level spiritual weapon and a reward of 20,000 spirit stones. Adding in the 40,000 spirit stones he gave, there are a total of 60,000 spirit stones, double the 30,000 spirit stones of the first place!
Fan Fan's body trembled and his eyes widened: "Are you kidding me! Am I the kind of person who can be bought with money? Don't talk about it!"
An Lin: "Eighty thousand spirit stones!"
Fan Fan's body trembled violently: "What I want is the honor of being the number one in this sect's grand competition. I am fighting for honor, and it cannot be stained by money!"
An Lin: "One hundred thousand spirit stones, no more, don't pull them down!"
Fan Fan calmed down, with a lazy expression on his face: "Deal!"
In this way, Anlin and Zealot found a place and conducted a secret PY transaction.
Fan Fan's face changed when he saw the ten primordial stones, but then he smiled knowingly and nodded to An Lin.
"Act like a little bit, don't be discovered by others."
"Don't worry, my acting skills are flawless!"
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An Lin returned to Xuanyuan Cheng's side again, heaved a sigh of relief, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Yes, there is nothing in this world that Lingshi can't solve.
If so... it must be because you don't have enough spirit stones!
After a while, the much-anticipated final battle finally arrived.
Tang Shiyuan, dressed in fluttering white clothes, stood pretty on the battle platform.
Frantically drew out the broadsword, and an extremely astonishing aura erupted from his whole body.
boom!
When the cloud sword and the broadsword collided, the roar was like thunder, and the battle broke out completely!
"Xuanyun Sword!" Tang Shiyuan yelled lightly, his figure was erratic like a cloud, and he rushed towards Fanatic.
The fanatical long knife slashed out a series of extremely powerful red lights.
This is his signature sword technique, Eighteen Waves of Crazy Saber, each wave is higher than the next wave!
The aura kept accumulating, and the sword light became stronger every time. Even Tang Shiyuan didn't dare to face its sharp edge directly, so he could only use his body skills to keep dodging.
"Hurry up and use your Yunfei Juewu, or you won't be able to defeat me!" Fan Fan stared wide-eyed, looking perverted and terrifying.
He had already thought about the plot, as long as Tang Shiyuan used Yunfei Juewu, he would pretend to be defeated.
Tang Shiyuan's Yunfei Juewu is very powerful, even he can't completely catch it.
In this way, he won't lose face if he loses, and it can also make this competition more realistic, killing two birds with one stone.
The frenzied Eighteen Waves of Mad Saber was used to the end, and an extremely bright blood-colored sword light appeared between the sky and the earth, tearing the earth apart, setting off all kinds of violent winds, and its power was extremely powerful.
Facing this extremely powerful knife slash, Tang Shiyuan did not choose to dodge, but swung his sword to meet it, cutting out a white sword light.
Boom! The sword light collided with the sword light, and the red and white energy waves intertwined, tearing the battlefield apart.
A white figure vomited blood and flew upside down, Qingli's face became extremely pale and beautiful, Yun Jian also came out of his hand, and fell to the ground with a "boom".
Tang Shiyuan threw herself on the ground, clutching her chest, with a painful expression on her face: "I admit defeat!"
The crisp sound echoed in the competition field and reached everyone's ears.
Fan Fan had a dull expression on his face, and his bloodshot eyes widened even wider.
Wait... what's the situation, this wins
Tang Shiyuan isn't that weak, is she
How can it be possible to lose even if you can't stop the Eighteen Waves of Mad Saber, this is not true!
"The final of the Zongmen Grand Competition, the winner... is crazy!" an elder in charge of the referee spoke loudly, announcing the final winner.
Cheers came from the competition field, especially the disciples of Tianxia Peak, where Fanfan was located, excitedly shouted Fanfan's name.
Some of the male disciples who liked Tang Shiyuan were a little bit dissatisfied with fanaticism for bullying her like this, but they were too embarrassed to say anything because of their strength.
In the scene, the only one with a fanatical expression was An Lin.
He stared straight at Tang Shiyuan who fell to the ground, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't come back to his senses at all.
"Ding dong... The host's special task has failed, and ten primordial stones will be deducted now."
The sound of the system prompt fell.
Ninety primordial stones were piled up in the ring, and ten primordial stones began to dissipate in an instant...
Only then did An Lin realize the reality that he lost! ! !
On the ground, Tang Shiyuan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes made contact with Elder Sun of Tianxia Peak.
Both of them looked away tacitly.
Elder Sun of Tianxia Peak gave Tang Shiyuan 20,000 spirit stones and told her not to fight too hard in the last competition.
I mean everyone understands...
Originally, Tang Shiyuan had no more than 20% confidence in winning Fan Zetian, but now Elder Sun gave her 20,000 spirit stones, plus the second place's 20,000 spirit stones, there are a total of 40,000 spirit stones.
In this way, the total amount of spirit stones is 10,000 more than the spirit stones obtained by the champion!
Only a fool would refuse such a generous offer!
You said to fight for the honor of number one? nonexistent!
Anyway, they are all disciples handed down by the suzerain, can honor be eaten
Tang Shiyuan smiled. With the 40,000 spirit stones in hand, plus the 30,000 or more spirit stones in his entire family, he can buy a primary body protection spirit weapon, plus a primary spirit weapon as a reward for the second place. Battle weapon.
This set... is simply not perfect!
Elder Sun of Tianxia Peak also laughed, there is nothing in this world that Lingshi can't solve.
If so... it must be because you don't have enough spirit stones!
If An Lin knew what Elder Sun was thinking, he would definitely vomit blood with anger.
After all... He is the one who produces the most spirit stones, okay? !
(end of this chapter)