"Junior Brother Jin is wrong," Wang Lianshan stroked his beard and said with a smile on his face: "The past is the past, the present is the present, no rules in this world are static. The quota of ten people from each sect was originally agreed upon, and it was indeed for Fair enough, but it turns out there’s something wrong with that.”
"What's wrong?" Jin Dasheng said coldly.
"We are sending disciples into the secret realm. To train them is only second. What is more important is to explore the secret realm and obtain the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that the sect needs." Luo Miao took over the words again, not caring about Jin Dasheng's attitude at all, as if a He said with a fair heart: "However, it is precisely because of the fixed quota limit that the selected candidates are mixed. Some disciples are obviously very poor in strength, but they are selected because of the fixed quota. Not only are they not helpful in exploring the secret realm, they even become burden."
Although Luo Miao didn't say clearly who it was, it was almost as clear as anyone could tell that he was referring to Yu Qingzong. There was no way. In the previous five sects' martial arts competitions several times or even more than a dozen times, the performance of the Yuqing disciples was indeed terrible. It was one thing that they were squeezed out by the teams of other sects, and it was also a fact that they were not strong enough.
After hearing Luo Miao's words, Jin Dasheng immediately understood what they were planning. They were just interested in the ten places in Yuqingzong's hands, and they might even be planning to squeeze Yuqingzong out of the Five Sects Martial Arts Competition.
Jin Dasheng snorted coldly, closed the folding fan in his hand, and looked coldly at Luo Miao's face, saying: "Today is different from the past. The disciples in the past were not strong enough and cannot represent the group of disciples ten years later. What's more, in the past secret realm, Is the matter of Zhongsheng really just because of my Yuqing disciple’s lack of strength?”
"But Junior Brother Jin, you have to admit that the key to a disciple's strength depends on who teaches him. Even if the disciples change batch after batch, the master is still the same master, and the disciples he teaches are not Carved from the same mold?" Wang Lianshan said unceremoniously from the side.
"Why, according to Senior Brother Wang, do you want to compete with me?" Jin Dasheng narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the folding fan half open in his hand, faintly revealing a few traces of ink color.
Jin Dasheng's folding fan is not an ordinary ornament, but a quite famous magic weapon called the Shanhe Fengyun Fan. This mountain and river wind and cloud fan is said to be made from a fragment of the Universal Picture of the Universe and the Universe, which was the treasure of the Yuqing Zongzong thousands of years ago. Although its power is much less than that of the Universal Picture of the Universe, it is not comparable to ordinary magic weapons.
Regardless of Jin Dasheng's cultivation, he may be slightly inferior to Wang Lianshan, but if you take into account this mountain and river fan, even if Luo and Wang join forces, they may not be able to get benefits. What's more, when Jin Dasheng came this time, he also brought two magic weapons, the Nine-Storied Pagoda and the Zhendi Seal. Even the ancestor of Yuanying would be disgraced when he came.
Jin Dasheng was very confident, and Wang Lianshan was naturally not to be outdone. He smiled coldly, stood up and said, "I haven't discussed with Junior Brother Jin for a long time. Since Junior Brother is willing to ask for advice, I also want to see if Junior Brother has improved over the years."
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Li Fugui, who was secretly the host of the martial arts competition, certainly would not watch the two actually fight, so he quickly stood up and prepared to persuade.
However, before Li Fugui could speak, Ye Zan, who was sitting next to Jin Dasheng, stretched out his hand to stop Jin Dasheng, but looked at the two people opposite, Luo and Wang, and said: "Don't be impatient, Junior Nephew Wang hasn't finished speaking yet. I also want to hear what they plan to do next.”
Wang Lianshan couldn't help but feel disgusted when he heard the title from Ye Zan's mouth, but he didn't dare to be rude, so he had to cup his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, Uncle Ye is still sensible, so let me tell you, Let’s wait for what we discussed before.”
When his uncle spoke, Jin Dasheng naturally couldn't say anything more. He closed his folding fan and looked at Wang Lianshan coldly, waiting to see what he could say, or maybe he was waiting for a chance to show off.
Wang Lianshan sat back on the chair, glanced at Jin Dasheng, and said: "Junior brother Jin also said before that every time the five sects compete in martial arts, the disciples of each sect are different. It is true that we cannot completely judge the performance of the last time. But we cannot help but Admittedly, in many cases, even if the people are different, the performance is not necessarily different. If the quota is reduced this time because of poor performance last time, of course it would be unfair to some people, but if no adjustments are made at all, If we don’t make changes, wouldn’t it be equally unfair to those who perform well?”
"Let's just talk about the results. I'm not interested in these reasons." Ye Zan interjected lightly. Reasons are like time, like a certain ditch, they are all things that can be found by squeezing. The big devil who destroys the world will say that it is for world peace. Reasons are really not valuable in many cases.
"Haha," Wang Lianshan laughed twice, thinking to himself: You will cry later. However, he stopped giving reasons. He coughed twice and said, "That's it. I have discussed it with the four sects before. For those who performed poorly last time, although their quotas will not be directly reduced, they still need to be punished. Conduct a test to prevent others from cheating this time."
"Test?" Ye Zan smiled.
"Yes, a test." Wang Lianshan seemed confident, not only because this had become the consensus of the four sects, but also because he knew the level of the Yuqing Sect, and continued: "According to the results of the previous five sects' competition, the one with the worst performance The sect will be tested by the other four sects. The other four sects will send a disciple who is not on the list to challenge the disciple on the sect's list. If the challenge is successful, he will take the other's place. "
Wang Lianshan seemed to be impartial, but everyone knew that the sect with the worst performance was the Yuqing Sect. And his so-called test is just to divide the quotas of the Yuqing Sect among the four sects. If all four sects succeed according to what he said, then the Yuqing Sect will have only six pitiful places left.
"I really admire you for being able to say such a thing so grandly." Jin Dasheng couldn't help but want to get angry again.
However, Ye Zan smiled faintly, as if he had really heard it, and said seriously: "This is a good idea. However, what if the challenger fails? Let's put it bluntly. This time, you four sects are obviously planning to test the disciples of my Yuqing Sect. However, if the challenger fails, my disciples will lose physical strength for nothing, and may even be injured. If the challenger does not give some compensation, it will be unreasonable."
Ye Zan's reaction made Luo and Wang feel that something was wrong, but when they thought about Yuqing's disciple's performance, they felt that they were overthinking it. What the other party said about compensation was probably a bluff, thinking that it would scare him and make him change his mind.
Thinking of this, Wang Lianshan calmed down for a moment, with a hint of disdain on his face, and said, "I wonder how Uncle Ye thinks the challenging party should compensate?"
"It's very simple. You can challenge us, and in turn we should be able to challenge you. I think it shouldn't be a big deal for each of your sects to get a quota." Ye Zan sat back on his chair, looking from among the four sects. He looked across his face, as if he was not worried about his performance.