My disciples have hidden identities

"I only have this token, why did it blow up!"

"It's all blown up, how can we decide the ranking!"

"No way, no way, Yezhou Mu wouldn't want to steal all the event rewards, would he?"

Messy boos erupted from the crowd, making Ye Xinghuo, who was already in a bad mood, even more irritable.

"quiet!"

Ye Xinghuo let out a loud shout full of anger, and the sound waves containing traces of aura rippled out, shaking everyone's brains with pain and shaking their souls.

When the scene fell silent again, Ye Xinghuo said with a sullen face: "Within 1 minute, each sect gathers all the tokens in their hands and starts."

1 minutes! ?

The faces of all the sect disciples were bitter. In this scattered place, how many family members can be found in one minute!

What's more, the tokens issued initially were all broken, and the hands of a group of bastards were empty, and they couldn't make up a few tokens at all.

Even so, they didn't dare to open their mouths to refute, so they could only look for people from their own sect with a bitter face.

At this time, the advantage of the sect with few people is manifested.

Ji Pingsheng first turned his head to look at Qi Luo beside him, and said, "Where is your token, give it to me quickly!"

Qi Luo shook her head: "I haven't."

"Not one piece?!"

Ji Pingsheng's eyes widened.

Qi Luo's coquettish purple pupils revealed an innocent look: "How could such a weak woman go to grab the token?"

The tokens in her hand had been thrown to Ji Pingsheng when she was in Little Spirit World.

There are more than 150...

Weak woman!

Alright, after I see you through, do you still have the nerve to call yourself a weak woman?

Ji Pingsheng glared at Qi Luo, then looked at Chi Zhengyang beside him, and asked expectantly, "Do you have a token?"

Chi Zhengyang said: "There is a piece, but Ye Zhoumu broke it just now."

Ji Pingsheng: "..."

"He asked you to take it out, so you take it out!"

Ji Pingsheng scolded with staring eyes.

"Sect Master, didn't you take it out too?"

Chi Zhengyang said honestly.

"I……"

Ji Ping was at a loss for words, who knew that he would ask him to take out his token and hang himself!

Ji Pingsheng didn't get the tokens from Qi Luo and Chi Zhengyang, thinking about the small pile of tokens that fell from the sky was a little fuzzy.

He counted, a total of 150 three yuan.

Is this enough?

1 minutes is fleeting.

Ye Xinghuo spoke under the bursts of regretful wailing: "Now, those who have a 50 yuan token in their hands, take ten steps forward."

Ten steps is enough to stand out from the crowd and stand in front of the high platform.

In front of so many people, Ji Pingsheng didn't want to tarnish the image of Shang Qingzong, so he straightened his collar hastily and walked out with a straight face.

Among these thousands of people, only a few dozen people are qualified to move forward ten steps.

Ji Pingsheng looked around while walking, and was suddenly relieved when he saw the number of people.

The spirit weapon should be stable.

Thanks to my mother.

To Ji Pingsheng's surprise, he also saw two acquaintances among these people.

One was Lu and Jin. They both turned their heads to look at each other as if they had a good heart, and said hello from a distance.

Good guy, I remember that guy only has two or three tokens in his hand, so the rest are all made up by Huichunzong disciples?

Their disciples are really hardworking.

What shocked Ji Pingsheng the most was another person.

He was wearing the costume of Zhenwuzong before, and he was a fat monk who called him Master!

Now the fat monk had changed into a Zongmen costume he didn't recognize, which made him very puzzled.

Which sect is this person from?

A total of 26 people took ten steps forward.

Ye Xinghuo glanced over their faces full of coercion, and said again: "Those who have 100 yuan tokens in their hands, take three steps forward."

Swish swish!

The seven people who stood up.

After looking left and right at the number of people traveling with him, Ji Pingsheng showed a big smile on his face.

This wave has stabilized.

One Dao artifact, two Origin artifacts, and ten Spirit artifacts, no matter how they are divided, he has a share.

Praise my mom!

These seven people who stand out among the many sects make the disciples of other sects who fall behind envy and envy.

"That person is from the Juexuan Sect. The one next to him should be from the Fallen Leaf Sect. The Great Sect is still powerful!"

"They have a lot of tokens in their hands, I recognize them, but who can tell me which sect that fat man and those two little boys belong to!"

"The clothes should belong to the Huichun Sect. Aren't they supporting the sect? Where did they get so many tokens, PY?"

Only seven people had 100 yuan tokens in their hands.

In addition to the four larger sects and Lu and Jin's Huichun Sect, Ji Pingsheng and another fat monk attracted widespread attention.

Where did these two people come from?

Hearing the sound of envy in his ears, Ji Pingsheng couldn't help tightening his expression, making himself appear more majestic.

He is not a disciple of the sect, but the suzerain who represents the Shangqing sect!

Ji Pingsheng turned his head and met Lu and Jin's eyes again. After congratulating each other from a distance, they both looked at the fat monk.

When honoring the master, I took out two tokens, but now I have 100 yuan in my hand!

Ji Pingsheng and Lu Hejin stared at the fat monk with eyes that seemed to kill them, feeling a burst of remorse in their hearts.

Fighting geese all day long makes geese peck their eyes.

Missed it!

If this dead fat man is picked up and divided, the weapon will be stable.

As if sensing Ji Pingsheng and Lu Hejin's penetrating gaze, the fat monk standing in the middle suddenly grinned, revealing a mean and irritating smile.

Haha.

The silent smile was mocking Ji Pingsheng and Lu Hejin.

Chapter 112 End

This fat monk reminded Ji Pingsheng of a truth.

do not judge a book by it's cover.

The seemingly honest and timid fat man actually made the two old Yinbi suffer.

Although they are the ones who take advantage, in Ji Pingsheng's understanding, if they take less advantage, they suffer a disadvantage.

The world can only bear two sinister people.

Ji Pingsheng thought silently in his heart, he had already had another idea.

There were seven people with 100 yuan tokens, which made Ye Xinghuo frown.

He wanted to screen out three people.

Among the rewards of this event, ten spiritual artifacts have already arrived in his hands, and they can be distributed anytime and anywhere.

The key is the Taoist artifact and the two source artifacts.

Due to the value, the Dao artifact and the origin artifact need to be sent to the imperial city by the winner, and they are not issued directly by him.

Ye Xinghuo thought for a while and said, "Those with 200 yuan tokens take a step forward."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the seven people froze immediately. They hurriedly looked at the people around them, and when they found no one was coming forward, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

They are all a bunch of shady guys, they can't get it themselves, and they don't want others to get it...

"do not have it?"

Ye Xinghuo said again: "Those who have more than 150 tokens take two steps forward."

Swish!

Ji Pingsheng's eyes lit up, and he walked out with his chest upright.

At the same time as he walked out, he couldn't help but look around, and was instantly ecstatic.

Just him!

He is the only one with more than 150 tokens!

This is a Taoist artifact that my mother gave me!

Ji Pingsheng had an unconcealable smile on his face.

Seeing someone come out this time, the other six couldn't help but look disappointed, and stared at Ji Pingsheng with envy and extreme hatred.

Especially Lu and Jin, his eyes were red.

If the bunch of tokens that fell from the sky were divided into half for him, the Taoist artifact would be his!

He really wanted to throw his head back and howl now.

God, do you still need a godson?

Qi Luo, who was far away in the crowd, felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart for some reason, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Are you alone?"

Ye Xinghuo narrowed his eyes and stared at Ji Pingsheng for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the person behind him.

"You count, and the one with the most will go to the top two."

In round after round of screening, Lu Hejin and the fat monk also took a step forward.

As for the other people who didn't have names, they could only stand behind them in desperation, watching their backs with envious eyes.

Ye Xinghuo waved all the people behind him away, leaving only Ji Pingsheng and the three of them.

Then, with a flash of inspiration in his hand, a pen and a golden animal skin book appeared.

This is to record the information of the winners and report them to the Imperial City to prevent anyone from impersonating them.

Ye Xinghuo, holding a spiritual pen and spiritual book, jumped down from the high platform and landed in front of Ji Pingsheng.

"The name belongs to the sect."

Ye Xinghuo lowered his head and asked, the spiritual pen in his hand was constantly swiping on the spiritual book.

"Ji Pingsheng, the suzerain of the Shangqing sect."

After suppressing his turbulent heart, Ji Pingsheng said in a slightly fluctuating tone.

"Ji Pingsheng? Shang Qingzong?"