Copy the heavens from the bad guys

Chapter 620 Chapter 621: Nine sects
At this moment, in another guest room not far from Yan Hongguang, An Yun and Yan Linger were chatting inside.

Yan Linger: "Sister Yun, why do you look unhappy, are you thinking about your baby?"

An Yunxiu frowned slightly: "I don't know why, since yesterday, I have felt a little stuffy in my chest, and I always have a bad premonition."

"How can there be any bad things, Sister An Ning and the baby are in the Chixia faction, there are several ancestors in the Chixia faction, who dares to commit crimes, the worst thing I can think of is that the baby is found , but even if they find out, no one will know that the baby is your child, Sister Yun, so it’s okay. I think you’ve been too anxious these days and haven’t had a good rest.”

Yan Ling'er said in a nonchalant tone.

"Maybe." An Yun nodded, but he still felt a big stone pressing down on him, and he couldn't relax at all.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, An Ning felt a wave of energy flash past the window. She looked up and saw a black shadow flying towards the south.

"Hey, Linger, look, is that person the Great Elder?"

"It seems to be, where is Uncle Chen going? The big competition will officially start tomorrow, why is he leaving at this time?" Yan Linger asked puzzled.

"And looking at his whereabouts, it doesn't seem like he's going back to the sect. Where could he be going?" An Yun frowned.

"Maybe Dad arranged some secret mission for Uncle Chen. Let's not worry about it, Sister An Yun. The big competition is about to start tomorrow. You have to take good care of your body. All the hopes of our Chixia faction rest on your shoulders." It's on you!"

Yan Ling'er patted An Yun's shoulder, her big piercing eyes revealing expectation and trust.

"You girl, do you want to sneak out to play again? Don't forget that you are also a member of the Jiuzong Dabi." An Yun tapped Yan Linger's forehead and said with a smile.

"Short oil~ I'm not strong enough, I'm just here for a formality, don't have too much hope for me." Yan Ling'er said coquettishly.

"Don't tell me that, go tell the master, if I remember correctly, he let you at least enter the second round, right?"

"My father is stubborn, he... well, forget it, let's not talk about it, I will work hard."

Being stared at by An Ning's eyes, Yan Ling'er was finally defeated. She gave up the idea of ​​going out and having fun, and was preparing for the game with An Yun in the room.

Soon, the time came to the next day. An Yunyan Linger and a group of Chixia sect disciples climbed to the top of Jiufeng Mountain under the leadership of Yan Hongguang.

Not long after, people from the other eight sects also arrived one after another.

The Nine Sects Competition refers to the regular martial arts competition held by the nine seventh-level sects in the southwestern region of the Nine Heavens Continent. Usually, there is a small competition every ten years, and a big competition every hundred years.

On the surface, it is for disciples of the same generation to learn from each other and learn from each other. In fact, the main purpose is to determine the right to distribute the benefits of some unowned resources in the southwest region.

Because the elders of the suzerain have too much influence in fighting and it is not easy to end, so the core disciples in the sect usually compete with each other.

These nine sects are Chixia Sect, Tianhe Sect, Qingshan Sect, Sifang Sect, Liuhe Sect, Bahuang Sect, Wangyue Valley, Sunset Valley and Zhaixing Pavilion.

An Yun stood quietly behind Yan Hongguang, with a calm expression and eyes fixed, quietly waiting for the start of the competition.

Yan Linger next to her was like a curious baby, looking around and showing great interest in everything. Although this was not the first time she participated in the competition, she had new experiences every time.

"Sister Yun, those bastards over there are looking at us with disgusting eyes again."

Yan Linger leaned close to An Yun's ear and whispered, An Yun frowned slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction Yan Linger pointed, his face instantly became extremely gloomy.

On the opposite side, a flirtatious and flirtatious man in a colorful Taoist robe was looking up and down An Yun and Yan Ling'er with very naked eyes, licking his lips from time to time.

Noticing that An Yun looked over, the man not only didn't show any embarrassment or restraint, but instead smiled charmingly at An Yun and gave him a wink, which was tantamount to provocation.

And behind him, other disciples of his sect were also looking around at the pretty female disciples of various sects with wretched eyes, and then pointing and commenting on them.

The strange man's name is Yang Weinan, and the sect he belongs to is the Liuhezong with the worst reputation among the nine major sects. Yang Weinan is the holy son of Liuhezong.

An Yun met Yang Weinan and a few disciples of the Liuhe Sect when he went out to practice before. They intended to do something wrong to An Yun, and then An Yun desperately broke out of the encirclement and escaped with a spell, but by chance, he entered into Qin Mo's Liuxian Valley.

In other words, this Yang Weinan and those disciples of the Liuhe Sect are still Yue Lao who contributed to the marriage between An Yun and Qin Mo.

But obviously, An Yun would not be grateful to these people, but hated them to the bone.

At that time, if she didn't have a spell to escape, she would have been humiliated in the end, and even imprisoned by them as a slave.

At that point, it was more painful for her than killing An Yun.

"Ling'er, if you face a disciple of the Liuhe Sect, you don't have to keep your hands. If you don't kill him, you will cripple him!"

An Yun's voice was cold and low. For An Yun, who was peaceful and aloof from the world, saying such words could only show that she really hated Liuhezong.

"Sister An Yun, don't worry, if this happens to me, I will break their dog legs!"

Yan Linger clenched her fists tightly and said viciously that she also knew what happened to An Yun.

After the members of the nine sects arrived, the heads of the nine sects exchanged briefly, and then announced the rules of the competition.

There is basically no difference from the past rules, roughly as follows.

In the Nine Ancestry Grand Competition, the saint sons or saintesses of each sect do not participate in the early competition. Each sect sends 14 disciples, a total of 126, to compete with each other in pairs. Winners can participate in the competition between the Sons.

Since there were only 63 contestants in the second round, a random bye went to the third round.

The top eight in the core disciple competition will receive rewards of varying degrees, and this reward is jointly funded by the nine sects.

In addition, in each round of the game, the winner will get points, and the loser will not get points.

The winner of the first round gets 1 point, the winner of the second round gets 2 points, the winner of the third round gets 3 points, and so on.

The subsequent Holy Son duel adopted a challenge system, that is, one person defends the ring, and the others choose to attack the ring. Every time a martial art is defeated, 10 points are accumulated, and there are no points for defeat.

The higher the total score of the sect, the more resources can be allocated for the next ten years.

At the same time, regardless of the relationship between offense and defense, anyone can only fight each other once at most, and no repeated duels are allowed. This is also to prevent the two sects from combining to score points.

After the rules were finished, the big competition officially started. The disciples of each faction were already sharpening their swords for this day, so as soon as the competition started, they couldn't wait to rush out, ready to fight.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Yan Ling'er met a man named Zhu Di from the Liuhe Sect in the first round of the lottery. That Zhu Di upheld the Liuhe Sect's usual obscene style. Light, the saliva is almost lying down.

"Beautiful little junior sister, brother will definitely take good care of you later, if you feel pain, you must call out."

Zhu Di's eyes lingered back and forth on Yan Ling'er's slightly protruding chest and straight and slender jade legs, and a pair of big hands were grasping in the void.

Not to mention Yan Linger's performance, the disciples and elders of the various sects watching the battle below were extremely disgusted, and Yan Hongguang was so angry that he wanted to slap Zhu Di to death.

Only the perverts of Liuhezong, who were accustomed to it, even showed their approval and praise for Zhu Di's practice of not sticking to the eyes of outsiders.

"Zhu Di, isn't it? I saw that this girl chopped off your pig's trotters!"

Yan Ling'er's eyes turned cold, and she jumped out instantly holding the rapier, releasing the aura of the fourth level of the Heavenly Wonderland suddenly.

"Fuck! So powerful!"

The terrifying aura rushed towards his face, making Zhu Di tremble all over. Seeing Yan Linger's young and weak appearance, he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't expect her realm to be so high. Heavenly Wonderland level one.

Zhu Di didn't dare to push him any further, so he quickly withdrew his hand, took out his sword and prepared to attack, but his realm was already three levels lower than Yan Linger's, and he lost the opportunity because of his pride, how could the gap be made up.

"Shh!"

A flash of cold light flashed, and a burst of blood splashed out in the air, and then a pair of chubby palms were seen spinning around in the air a few times before finally falling to the ground.

"Ow!!!"

There was a scream like a slaughtered pig, and Zhu Di knelt on his knees, his bloated face was distorted by the pain.

"This girl keeps her promise. If she says to chop your trotters, I will chop your trotters! Hmph!"

(End of this chapter)