Copy the heavens from the bad guys

Chapter 626 Chapter 627: Broken Mouth Yang Weinan
On the top of Jiufeng Mountain, the Nine Sect Grand Competition is in full swing.

After more than ten days of round-robin competitions, the competition among the core disciples ended, and a disciple named Wu Ju from Tianhe Sect won the crown.

So far, the Tianhe faction is leading in terms of points, followed by Zhaixing Pavilion, Chixia faction, Moon Valley...

It is worth mentioning that Liuhezong ranked last, but this is not surprising. After all, they are the last one every year, and they are targeted very badly because of the poor style of the sect. Almost every Liuhezong Disciples, after competing with their opponents, they will all be seriously injured.

Of course, Liuhezong themselves are not good enemies. If they win, they will push their noses and chase their opponents to death. This time, the conflicts between Liuhezong and other sects will become more and more intensified.

The second day after the core disciples' martial arts competition was over, it was the competition between the saint son and the saint daughter, and Ye Hao from the Star Picking Pavilion once again showed everyone his unparalleled tyrannical strength.

"I declare that in this competition, Ye Hao of the Star Picking Pavilion wins!"

On the competition stage, the referee grabbed Ye Hao's hand and raised it high, shouting happily.

The referee happened to be an elder from the Zhaixing Pavilion, so Ye Hao was naturally grinning from ear to ear when he won.

On the other side of the venue, Li Ao, the holy son of the Eight Desolation Sect, vomited blood and lay down on the ground listlessly, surrounded by elders of the Eight Desolation Sect who were treating his injuries.

"Sovereign, this bastard named Ye Hao shot too hard. Li Ao's heart was damaged, and he couldn't recover in a short time. We may not be able to participate in the next few battles." An elder said.

"I see, you should hurry up and treat him, or you will admit defeat in the next few games."

Bahuang Zongzong advocated that Kaishan had neither joy nor sorrow, and said in a calm tone, but his eyes were always fixed on Ye Hao's father, Ye Chen, obviously resentful towards them for Zhaixing Pavilion.

"Sovereign, I'm sorry, I'm all trash, I'm sorry for everyone."

Li Ao burst into tears, and felt extremely guilty. If he couldn't participate in the next battle, then the Eight Desolation Sect would most likely be the last one because of the points lagging behind. In the next few years, the allocation of resources would be reduced, and the whole sect would have to tighten their belts live.

And all of this is because I am too proud, insisting on bearing the brunt of the competition with Ye Hao.

"Li Ao, shut up! Always remember that you are the holy son of our Eight Desolation Sect. You represent not only yourself, but also our Eight Desolation Sect. It's also trash!"

He opened his face and said aggressively.

"Also, never deny yourself completely because of one defeat. You are still the best disciple of our Eight Desolation Sect. If you lose in the big competition, you lose. Even if we rank last in points, what if we don't get any resources? As long as Our whole clan will work together, united as one, there is no obstacle we can't overcome! At worst, in ten years' time, play well and fight for us to be the first!"

Zhang Kaishan's encouragement made Li Ao feel warm in his heart, and his eyes filled with hot tears. In the past, he still regretted that he had joined the ordinary sect of the Eight Desolation Sect despite having a very high talent, but At this moment, he truly realized how correct it was for him to join the Eight Desolation Sect.

At this moment, Li Ao has regarded the Eight Desolation Sect as his lifelong affiliation, and no one needs to try to poach him from the Eight Desolation Sect!

"Li Ao, take good care of your wounds. After the secret realm opens, you will work hard to get two valuable treasures." Zhang Kaishan smiled kindly and nodded.

"Don't worry, suzerain, I will do my best, and I will never disappoint you and everyone's expectations of me!"

During the time when Li Ao and Zhang Kaishan had a heart-to-heart exchange, the second round of duel began on the competition stage.

The defender is still Ye Hao, while the attacker is Zhu Tianyi, the holy son of Tianhe faction.

This Zhu Tianyi obviously learned the lesson from Li Ao before, he didn't dare to be arrogant, and he didn't dare to attack rashly, he walked on thin ice when advancing and retreating, and was cautious.

But the gap in strength between him and Ye Hao is still very obvious. Ye Hao has entered the late stage of the Ninth Layer of the Immortal Realm for a long time, while Zhu Tianyi's strength has not only just improved, but has reached the middle stage of the Ninth Layer of the Immortal Realm.

Although it seems that this is only an insignificant one-inch realm, but in a real competition, the gap is like clouds and mud.

No matter the quantity or quality of immortal power, the two are not on the same level. In addition, Ye Hao's skills are overbearing. After several strong attacks, Zhu Tianyi was unable to parry and was finally defeated.

However, compared to Li Ao, he was lucky, only slightly injured, which did not affect the subsequent duel.

"I declare that Ye Hao wins this competition!"

Ye Hao scored twice. After the referee announced, there was sparse applause immediately.

"who is the next?"

Ye Hao raised his chin and glanced around the crowd present. When he saw An Yun, his gaze obviously froze for a moment.

"Then let me meet you!"

A carefree voice sounded, and the next moment, Yang Weinan, the son of Liuhezong, jumped onto the competition stage.

"Heh, who am I? It turns out it's you, a wimpy man." Ye Hao sneered, with disdain in his eyes.

Yang Weinan's eyes flashed vaguely, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile.

"Ye Ritian, if your father is a wimpy man, you will know when you go home and ask your old mother."

"you!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ye Hao suddenly flew into a rage, and his eyes widened.

At the same time, Ye Chen in the stands below was also full of anger, his fists clenched tightly. If he hadn't lost his dignity as a suzerain to attack a junior disciple, otherwise he would have gone up and punched Yang Weinan to death.

Yang Weinan's reply is not incomprehensible. He called himself Ye Hao's father, satirized Ye Hao's father, and insulted Ye Hao's mother at the same time. The mouth is too damaged.

But I have to say that after Yang Weinan's words, many disciples from other sects in the audience felt very happy, especially Li Ao, who somehow had a good impression of Yang Weinan.

It is true that everyone hates Liuhezong, but Ye Hao, a guy who is arrogant and always looks at people with his nostrils, will not be liked by others.

"Dog bites dog, Sister Yun, this must be a good scene." Yan Ling'er covered her mouth and snickered.

"You girl, a few swear words can make you so happy, it seems that after you go back, you have to give you a good quality education." An Yun said with a straight face and a serious tone.

Yan Ling'er stuck out her tongue arrogantly, stopped talking, and looked at the competition stage seriously.

"Yang Weinan, you are doing well, let's see how I will deal with you later!" Ye Hao looked at Yang Weinan resentfully, and threatened in a cold tone.

"Ye Ritian, you little trash, I may not be your opponent when it comes to fighting, but you are not good enough when it comes to cursing in the street. I can spray black smoke from your ancestral grave by myself. The whole family is waiting for the banquet!" Yang Weinan Continue to press.

"Are you curious why your ancestral grave is emitting black smoke? That's my father grilling on your grave! Hahahaha... Roast your grandpa's bones and sprinkle your grandma's ashes, and then serve food to your family!"

"Cao Nima, Yang Weinan, I will kill you!"

Ye Hao roared angrily, his momentum rose suddenly, and he killed Yang Weinan without saying a word.

But Yang Weinan didn't panic, took two steps back, and jumped off the competition platform.

"Oh, I'm so scared."

Yang Weinan pretended to be scared very artificially, but he was actually provoking Ye Hao.

"Yang Weinan, what do you mean, do you want to admit defeat by jumping off the competition ring?" The referee of Zhaixing Pavilion stood up and reprimanded loudly.

"That's right, I just admit defeat, and I can't beat this grandson." Yang Weinan said naturally.

The referee's expression froze for a moment, then he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Then why did you come up just now?"

"Come up and scold this grandson. It's not fun to scold the grandson down there, but it's much more enjoyable now." Yang Weinan's smile was so happy, "By the way, Ye Ritian, don't forget what happened just now when you go home Ask your wife."

(End of this chapter)