Chapter 713 Senior Brother Accepts the Offer
"In the Mingrong lineage, Ye Chunyang wins!"
In front of the arena, a stocky mana-level monk announced.
The audience suddenly fell silent.
The disciples looked at Ye Chunyang with dull eyes, and then looked at the disciple named Chen who was foaming at the mouth like a dead dog on the ground, with unspeakable surprise on their faces.
In less than a breath, the mighty disciple named Chen was knocked unconscious by the magic weapon thrown by Ye Chunyang. What an astonishing sight it was.
Moreover, he used the lowest level and inferior magic weapon, which was simple and crude.
Waves of strange sounds came from the throats of the disciples in the audience. They all swallowed hard, with incredible looks on their faces.
The voices of ridicule and questioning also stopped in an instant.
At the seats, several immortals looked stern and looked at Ye Chunyang in shock.
With their eyesight, they could not see clearly what happened just now. They only knew that a moment ago they were chatting about family matters, and in the blink of an eye, the disciple named Chen was defeated.
"When did this kid become so powerful?" A trace of doubt flashed across Su Qin's face.
Under her observation, Ye Chunyang had always been the inconspicuous good-for-nothing with four spiritual roots. This sudden change really surprised her.
While she was secretly surprised, Fan Miao's face on the other side did not look good. He originally thought that he could kill Ming Rong's spirit in the first game, but he was surprised by the result.
"Useless things!"
Fan Miao snorted with a gloomy expression and ordered two disciples to lift Chen Yu down. Then he turned to look at Ming Rong on the other side and said, "Sure enough, a person cannot be judged by his appearance. There is such a secretive disciple under Brother Ming. Fan It’s really a mistake.”
Mingrong curled his lips and did not answer the other party's words at all.
With Ye Chunyang's cultivation level, he was like a giant mountain or an ant among the disciples in the Qi refining stage. He could kill a large area with one hand, so what did Chen Yu mean?
"you are vicious!"
Seeing that Ming Rong didn't want to pay attention to him, Fan Miao was shocked and angry. He cursed secretly and had to order two disciples to come up to the stage and lift Chen Yu down.
"It seems like I'm still too showy?"
Feeling the complicated looks from everyone, Ye Chunyang touched his nose. His original intention was to keep a low profile. The so-called competition was just for show, but he didn't expect that Chen Yu was so incompetent. He didn't even use his magic power. A low-grade magic weapon knocked him unconscious.
With a sigh, he silently walked off the stage and sat back down.
Mingrong glanced at him and chuckled. Although Ye Chunyang's victory was expected, Mingrong still felt secretly happy to see Fan Miao defeated.
Ye Chunyang didn't say much, nodded slightly and then fell silent.
At this time, competitions also started on the other two stages. Although it was not as shocking as Ye Chunyang knocking people unconscious with a magic weapon, the battle between the disciples was also extremely fierce, and cheers and cheers were heard from the audience.
However, the battle in the Qi refining period was of little interest to Ye Chunyang. He was afraid of looking back after just one glance, so he closed his eyes and waited for the end of the competition.
And this so-called selection meeting lasted for three full days. During this period, Ye Chunyang went on stage several times, but without exception, he knocked his opponent unconscious with a low-level magic weapon, or used a low-level talisman. The opponent's body was covered in smoke, and the disciples who were fighting with him fell to the ground before Wei could understand what was happening.
As a result, an extremely strange situation emerged. The people who faced Ye Chunyang were getting more and more advanced, but this humble disciple repeatedly defeated the opponent and kept advancing to the next round.
Everyone watching looked at each other in confusion, trying countless times to find the answer from Ye Chunyang, but in the end they found nothing.
Regarding this, both the immortal leaders and disciples were shocked, and looked at Ye Chunyang with increasing curiosity.
Ye Chunyang didn't pay attention to these intentions. After each competition, he quietly returned to his original position without communicating with anyone.
But in the past few days, there were a few battles that attracted his attention. One was Hong Xiao, and the other was the silver-haired young man Ren Xinghai.
Perhaps it was due to good luck that every time Hong Xiao encountered an opponent with a low level of cultivation, he actually won several battles and was only in the last round before standing out.
The same is true for Ren Xinghai, but the opponents he encountered were far stronger than Hong Xiao, but he also never failed in his attacks.
Seeing this, Ye Chunyang sneered in his heart. Ren Xinghai also hid his cultivation, so there was no doubt about winning in this low-level competition. Fortunately, there are three places to enter the Arctic Ice Pond, and he is not worried that this person will hinder him.
"Next game! Hong Xiao, Xu Fei!"
"Ren Xinghai, Feng Yue!"
"Ye Chunyang, Xiao Feng!"
"The three winners will be the three places for the spiritual energy initiation in this selection conference!"
A few hours later, when Ye Chunyang was leaning on his seat lazily, a strong man's voice sounded in front of him. Ye Chunyang was surprised. He originally thought that there would be two more competitions, but he didn't expect that it would be the finals so soon. No matter what, he couldn't wait any longer.
But what surprised him was that Hong Xiao was able to advance to the final round. It seemed that this woman was really lucky. If she could win in the final, it would be of great benefit to her on her path to immortality.
After thinking this, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but look at the observation platform. A thin middle-aged man at the eighth level of Qi Refining looked at him with a provocative face. It was his opponent Xiao Feng, a disciple of Lu Fu's sect.
Ye Chunyang shook his head in his heart, without saying a word, and slowly walked onto the stage under the gaze of this person.
"Junior brother Ye, right? You've been very lucky these days. Everyone who fought against you has been defeated. I'm curious about what methods you used?" Before he could stand still, Ye Chunyang heard the thin middle-aged voice. Scoffing.
Ye Chunyang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, was he so unwelcome?
He mourned for this thin middle-aged man for a moment. If it wasn't for the purpose of using Xuan Han's Qi to form pills, he would not be interested in competing with these Qi Refining monks for this meaningless title.
"Show your magic weapon. If you relied on luck to reach this point, you will end here with Xiao." A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the thin middle-aged man, and then he held it with his bare hands, making a crackling sound. A bright white bead flew out of his sleeve, floating in front of him and emitting crystal light.
As soon as this bead appeared, the surrounding air suddenly dropped by several minutes, and the surrounding cold air also lingered.
"Ice attribute skills?"
After looking at the bead for a few times, Ye Chunyang was a little surprised. He saw that this person's aura and magic weapon were integrated with the surrounding cold air. He was obviously practicing ice-attribute skills. With the help of the Arctic ice pool, This man's strength can be greatly improved, no wonder he is so confident.
"Hehe, if you surrender now, it's still too late, otherwise it won't look good if you wait until I beat you into a mess before you beg for mercy." The thin middle-aged man chuckled repeatedly, looking at Ye Chunyang with disdain in his eyes.
Ye Chunyang didn't want to talk nonsense with him. He shook his head and touched his arms and pulled out a half-yellow but not white talisman, which was filled with a faint smell of fire.
"Fire Talisman? Are you trying to use this against me?"
Seeing the talisman in Ye Chunyang's hand, the thin middle-aged man paused for a moment, then chuckled uncontrollably.
He could tell at a glance that Ye Chunyang's Fiery Talisman was the lowest level talisman, and it was no better than a monk on the third or fourth level of Qi Refining. It was simply out of his imagination to use it as an enemy.
Before he finished speaking, the thin middle-aged man was stunned again.
Because Ye Chunyang did not stop, he took out the fire talisman and then made the same action, taking out the talisman from his arms one after another.
In a short time, his hand was already full of talismans. There were probably dozens of talismans in the thick pile!
Not only was he a thin middle-aged man, but everyone in the audience also looked dull when they saw his behavior. What shocked them was not that Ye Chunyang took out so many talismans at once, but that these talismans were all of the lowest level!
The skinny middle-aged man had a look of disbelief on his face.
In fact, although the talisman in Ye Chunyang's hand was low-level, it was very difficult to refine. It was amazing that the other party came up with so many of them at once!
But this person is also very human. After the initial surprise, he quickly recovered and revealed the stern luck-boosting method. The orb in front of him suddenly shone brightly, and bursts of cold air began to circulate rapidly.
The disciples with lower cultivation levels in the audience felt a chill coming from the freezing sky and the ground. They couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock. At the same time, they looked at Ye Chunyang with a little more pity in their eyes.
With the blessing of the Arctic Ice Pool, the slim middle-aged man's cultivation has been significantly enhanced. This ice attribute magic weapon can also be greatly improved. With such a powerful strength, the only thing waiting for Ye Chunyang is to be crushed.
"No matter how many talismans there are, it all depends on who is in their hands. You don't have enough cultivation. It's just delusional to think of winning with this." The thin middle-aged man smiled sinisterly on his face. Before he finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and clapped it, and the ball exuded a cold aura. It passed by like a gust of wind and lightning, hitting Ye Chunyang with a heart-stopping pressure.
Ye Chunyang looked at the dozens of low-level talismans in his hand, and something strange flashed through Ye Chunyang's heart. In fact, he hadn't refined these low-level talismans for who knows how many years. The reason why he prepared so many was because he didn't want to hurt anyone's life in the competition.
Seeing the thin middle-aged man coming to offer sacrifices to the beads, Ye Chunyang shook his head and sighed, throwing out the dozens of talismans.
The thin middle-aged man had a sarcastic look on his face.
But suddenly the situation suddenly changed, and dozens of talismans exploded one by one, making an earth-shattering roar. The entire arena was suddenly filled with flames, and everything they touched was red.
The thin middle-aged man was surprised when he suddenly heard a strange clicking sound in his ears. When he looked again, his eyes were wide open.
His cold bead magic weapon was blown to pieces by the talisman light, and the fierce roll of fire rolled toward him extremely quickly.
With a sound of "Ah", a scream broke out on the stage, and then saw smoke rising. The thin middle-aged man's hair stood on end, his clothes were scorched black by the explosion, and he fell to the ground after struggling for a few times.
"Senior brother accepts."
Ye Chunyang made a bow with a smile.
The thin middle-aged man was still breathing heavily, but after hearing these words that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, he immediately kicked his legs and tilted his head to the side, completely confused about his life or death.