The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

Representatives from various sects stepped onto the martial arts stage one after another.

Upon seeing this, Hu Yin gently stretched his stiff muscles and bones, then walked towards the martial arts stage with light steps.

Despite the discussions around him, he seemed to be in another world and turned a deaf ear to the gossip.

"Hey, see, those seem to be disciples of the Shenyin Sect."

"I saw it, I saw it. I heard that their leader is a pervert who likes pedophilia! I don't know if these disciples are also..."

"No way! How come I heard a different version? It said that the leader of the Shenyin Sect and his disciple made love every night, and they were so happy! Hahahaha."

"Shh, stop talking nonsense. Look at their eyes. They are so creepy!"

……

Hearing this, the gossipers looked towards Mo Yunyu and Qin Lan below the stage, only to see that Mo Yunyu's eyes were dark and filled with murderous intent.

Fortunately, Qin Lan stopped his urge to kill, thus avoiding a one-sided massacre.

"Now we are not a sect, we have to consider our master's face. Second brother, please bear with it for a while, I will go on stage and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!"

After hearing Qin Lan's words, Mo Yunyu restrained his murderous intent. He then looked coldly at the people who were gossiping about him, secretly memorizing their appearance in his heart.

Then, as if he thought of something, he looked at Ji Xiuzhu who was resting with his eyes closed in the stands. After seeing that Ji Xiuzhu was not affected by these words, Mo Yunyu slowly loosened his clenched fists.

Walking to the martial arts arena, Hu Yin nodded slightly and signaled to the representatives of other sects.

Although the Shenyin Sect was "famous", due to the fact that it was also among the top three sects, these representatives did not dare to express many opinions openly. However, the man holding the lottery bucket had a face full of contempt after seeing Huyin.

Hu Yin didn't care. He just stretched out his hand and gently touched the wooden lottery tube that the man placed in the middle of the stage. Then he felt an inexplicable chill rushing along the lottery tube into his consciousness.

Spiritual attack?

Hu Yin tried hard not to faint, then gently shook the lottery tube and drew out a lot.

Seeing this, the disciple holding the lottery box snatched the lottery box from Huyin's hand, then picked up the lottery slips on the ground, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he secretly replaced the lottery slips and lottery box.

"The Shenyin Sect, the first battle, against the Wandu Sect!"

Hu Yin heard this, and his heart was calm. No matter who his opponent was, he would go all out. Although his master had told him that winning or losing was not important, he had to win for his master.

He turned around and walked down the martial arts stage, returning to Mo Yunyu and Qin Lan. When he arrived next to Mo Yunyu, he could no longer hold on. He had a severe headache and stumbled onto Mo Yunyu's shoulder.

Mo Yunyu was quick to act. He put his shoulder on Huyin's head and then supported Huyin.

"Do you know who did it?" Mo Yunyu took out a pill from his arms and fed it into Hu Yin's mouth, then asked in a low voice.

Hu Yin shook his head. He was dizzy, so he spoke weakly: "I don't know yet, but the other party is thinking of attacking with spiritual consciousness, so I'm afraid it's coming for us."

"I'm going to kill them!"

Qin Lan clenched her fists and was about to rush to the martial arts stage, but as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by Mo Yunyu.

"You just told me to calm down, but now you are so reckless. If I can't free my hands to pull you back, you will get into trouble."

Hearing this, Qin Lan realized that she was overwhelmed by her emotions, so she could only cross her arms and sulk.

Mo Yunyu said with a cold look in his eyes: "Alan, don't be angry. When the competition comes, I will make them taste my strength."

Here, Ji Xiuzhu yawned, and then casually said, "These people who claim to be from a big sect are really more dirty than the other."

Bai Ruoqing didn't say anything this time, but looked at Ji Xiuzhu quietly.

She finally understood that Ji Xiuzhu was no easy task.

Mu Yao also said that Ji Xiuzhu was a fool and that he could just insult him with words, but now it seemed that he was being used as a gun.

Xuanye naturally heard what Ji Xiuzhu said. He also noticed the spiritual attack from the hidden fortune-teller tube. However, the person holding the fortune-teller tube was wearing the uniform of an outer disciple of his Qingyun Sect. If he spoke at this moment, it would be tantamount to admitting in disguise that he was not strict in his rule.

So he chose to shut up.

After all, this kind of thing can be investigated after the game is over. Besides, there is no big deal about protecting the hidden danger, so I don’t think anything will go wrong.

But he was wrong about one thing, that is, the Ji Xiuzhu of today is different from the past. The person under this skin is not the same person as before.

"It seems that Sect Master Xuan is not going to give me and my disciples an explanation? Well, I will take the trouble to do it myself, so as not to trouble Sect Master Xuan."

After he finished speaking, Ji Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved it, and a spiritual attack went straight towards the disciple who was holding the fortune stick tube and wearing the outer sect uniform of Qingyun Sect.

In an instant, everyone felt a powerful pressure coming, forcing them to cover their heads to relieve the dizziness.

When everyone's dizziness subsided and they looked towards the martial arts stage again, they saw that the disciple holding the stick tube was bleeding from all seven orifices and fell heavily on the stage amid everyone's exclamations.

"Ah! Dead!"

Instantly, the crowd went wild.

"Don't panic, everyone. I am only cleaning up the mess for Sect Master Xuan. The sect competition is such a big event, and there are still villains who try to sow discord between me and Sect Master Xuan, wanting to make Shenyin Sect and Qingyun Sect enemies, so that they can reap the benefits." Ji Xiuzhu said this, and then he slowly sat down, his face suddenly serious, "I am in a good mood today, so I will only punish you lightly and warn you sternly. If I find such despicable means again, and you want to hurt my disciples, I am a rough man, and I can only grant you death!"

After saying that, Ji Xiuzhu opened his eyes, then smiled and said, "I have finished speaking, you guys can continue the competition."

When everyone heard this, they fell silent.

Seeing this, Xuanye couldn't help but swallow.

Afterwards, he whispered a few words to the elder beside him very sensibly, and the corpses on the martial arts stage were dealt with. Immediately afterwards, someone announced that the competition had begun.

At this time, the storm subsided, and everyone came back to their senses. Then the representative of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect walked onto the martial arts stage.

He glanced at everyone, and finally looked sinisterly in the direction of the few people who were protecting the Shenyin Sect, and then a provocative smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Hu Yin gradually came back to his senses. After what happened just now, he finally understood that Ji Xiuzhu was really thinking about him, otherwise he would not have dealt with the Qingyun Sect disciple who had made the mistake in front of so many people.

Thinking of this, Hu Yin didn't think any more, but picked up his sword and flew onto the martial arts stage.

"I'm Zhang San from the Wan Du Sect. Nice to meet you, brother. May I know what your name is?" Zhang San's lips were dark purple, and he kept licking the dagger in his hand while speaking.

"Shenyin Sect, protect the hidden."

Hu Yin spoke briefly and to the point, and didn't want to communicate too much with him.

Seeing Hu Yin's behavior, Zhang San stopped being pretentious and took out several darts. He just made a gesture with his fingers and the darts floated in the air in an orderly manner.

"Brother Huyin, swords have no eyes, you better be careful."

Hearing this, Hu Yin just hummed lightly and was unwilling to even draw his sword.

Seeing this, Zhang San did not wait any longer. He just gestured with his hands, and the darts attacked Hu Yin like an array of troops.

When Hu Yin saw the darts coming, he did not dodge but just held the scabbard and blocked them one by one, countering each move.

Halfway through the game, both sides were fighting fiercely, but the situation was that Zhang San was exhausted and Hu Yin did not move at all.

Huyin was agile and could counter every move. When Zhang San saw that Huyin didn't move at all, he lost his patience and took out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it, then continued to release poison gas.

Hu Yin was about to use his spiritual power, but suddenly, he found that his spiritual power could not be gathered, and it seemed to be dissipating. He was just a little shocked, and then he silently drew out his sword and raised it high into the sky.

"Hahaha, Brother Huyin, admit defeat! You've been poisoned by me, and you won't be able to use your spiritual power for a while." Seeing Huyin like this, Zhang San thought he was just struggling to survive.

But in the next second, the originally calm sky suddenly formed a vortex like a whirlwind and gathered towards the hiding place.

Not long after, a golden sword was seen falling from the sky and coming out of the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Yin swung his sword towards Zhang San, and the golden sword body smashed towards Zhang San heavily like a mountain pressing down on his head.

“It’s actually sword intent!”

"Wow, I cried my heart out. I never thought I'd see someone using sword power in my lifetime!"

……

With a loud bang, the golden sword fell along with smoke and dust. When the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhang San was seen lying on the martial arts stage in a strange posture.

In an instant, the wind blew the flags and there was silence here.

It was not until Hu Yin sheathed his sword and bowed deeply to Ji Xiuzhu in the stands that the crowd started to make noise again.

Some were impressed by Hu Yin's victory and marveled at his amazing sword skills; some lamented that Zhang San was insidious and used poison in the competition, which was despised by the world; and some cried bitterly because of the bets they made.

"Shenyin Sect, protect the hidden victory!"

Before leaving the stage, Hu Yincai said to Zhang San: "You didn't insult my master, so I will spare your life."

At this time, Zhang San, who had fallen to the ground and could not get up, wanted to cry but had no tears.

Really, it only gave him a chance to catch his breath.