Shinto Dantei

The leader was dressed in a green shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking leisurely and leisurely, like a scholar.

It seems that he gives people a feeling of spring breeze, but if you think that he has a refined temper, you are wrong.

His name is Duan Zehua, nicknamed the Tsing Yi Ghost King, and the leader of Chiluo Sect.

He is definitely a ruthless person!

Countless cultivators died at his hands.

Behind Duan Zehua, there were two elders and thirteen contestants participating in the Prodigy Battle.

The three core players have their eyes high above their heads, and there is arrogance between their brows.

All around them, there was a mysterious light and buzzing sound.

The other ten alternates also held their heads high and were full of confidence.

During this period of time, the Chiluo Sect has suppressed the Black Flame Sect in an all-round way, and they all understand each other.

It is precisely because they know the current situation of the Black Flame Sect that they dare to be so unscrupulous.

Even the reputation of a first-class sect is almost gone, so what else is there to be afraid of?

"Being a sect leader, why bother?"

Duan Zehua shook the folding fan in his hand, half smiling.

There was a lot of ridicule in his words.

It's clear that we are already fighting stubbornly, so why bother?

"Liu Muyang, it is indeed him."

"He has been promoted nine times and has died early. He is the first genius of the Red Luo Sect."

"I heard before that he wants to fight three core players on his own..."

"You must not be so frustrated when you lose!"

The palms of all the disciples of the Black Flame Sect were sweating.

Chengshan said calmly, "We haven't competed yet, so why should we be so sure?"

"In fact, there is no need to even compete. Who among you Black Flame Sect can be the enemy of Muyang Yihe? Huh?"

Duan Zehua said provocatively with a smile, looking specifically at Chen Qingfeng.

The young master of the ancient Chen clan is indeed powerful, but he is still inferior to Liu Muyang.

Chen Qingfeng felt the provocation from Duan Zehua, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Damn it!

Are you looking down on me?

Duan Zehua's words immediately aroused public outrage.

After all, this is the home ground of the Black Flame Sect.

"I've never been beaten before, yet you speak so arrogantly!"

"Do you really think that your Chiluo Sect will win?"

"Arrogant!"

The Black Flame Sect disciples were excited.

"Brother Chen, have you seen the leader? He is Liu Muyang, the first genius of the Chiluo Sect. His rushing fist technique is very terrifying. It is said that he had the fist intention a few years ago. He has challenged many people over the years. The boxing master almost always returns with a great victory, without any defeat!”

Yu Luo leaned close to Ye Chen's ear and whispered.

Ye Chen followed Yu Luo's gaze and saw a man with a stern expression standing in the queue of Chiluo Sect.

The first genius of Chiluo Sect, Liu Muyang!

There are three masters in Zhenbeicheng and the surrounding sects, namely Liu Muyang, Chen Qingfeng and Fu Jiangliu.

Among them, Liu Muyang and Fu Jiangliu are the core players of Chiluo Sect this time.

In comparison, the Black Flame Sect seemed much shabby.

Chen Qingfeng is not as good as Liu Muyang, and should only be slightly stronger than Fu Jiangliu.

As for Zhang Zong, to put it bluntly, he is much worse than Chen Qingfeng.

He is okay as a substitute player, and as a core player... it can only be said that there is no one available for the Black Flame Sect.

As for Ye Chen, the Chiluo Sect has never even seen this person, so naturally they will not take him seriously.

"Take a seat first."

Chengshan said calmly.

After all, it is your home court, so you still have to have the proper attitude.

The Chiluo Sect and others were not polite and sat down one by one.

Chengshan put his hands behind his back and said word by word, "The competition between you and my two sects has lasted for thousands of years. Naturally, there is no need to emphasize the rules. I just don't know if you are ready for what you are going to lose."

Chengshan's words immediately caused everyone in the Chiluo Sect to burst into laughter.

"I should say this to you, right? Master Cheng."

Duan Zehua's mouth curved into a smile, it was really interesting.

Where did Chengshan get the courage to ask such a question?

"In that case..."

Chengshan placed a sword that symbolized the identity of the sect leader on his desk, which meant that the competition officially began.

Duan Zehua sneered and followed suit.

What he took out was a seal that revealed immortal power.

The symbols of the identity of each sect leader are completely different, but they all have one thing in common. They have existed since the establishment of the sect, just like the emperor's imperial seal, which represents absolute majesty and status.

There are four thick stone pillars standing on the marble platform.

Formations are carved on these stone pillars.

The purpose is to fear that if a fight breaks out, the aftermath will spread to the surrounding disciples.

These four formations combined can withstand the full blow of a strong person who has transformed into life and death.

It's more than enough for defense.

"Place your bet."

Duan Zehua smiled, looking like he was eating up a mountain of food.

He flicked his finger, and a token fell on the desk.

On the token, the words "Seven Spirits" are engraved.

This is the name of a city.

Qiling City is a small city controlled by Chiluo Sect.

In the first battle, the city was used as a bet.

Chengshan's expression did not change and he also took out a token.

This token also represents a city.

It is very rare for two parties to gamble on two cities and play such a big game.

For the two major sects, the most profitable thing is naturally the spiritual mine. Each spiritual mine symbolizes infinite cultivation resources. If one more spiritual mine can be mastered, the cultivation resources enjoyed by the disciples in the sect will also be greatly improved.

Under the spiritual mine is the city.

Every city will have huge taxes every year, and the sum of various profits cannot be underestimated.

Then, there is the caravan.

The sect needs the caravan to do business, and the caravan needs to rely on the sect to develop.

When Duan Zehua came up, he took out a city, which showed that he had absolute confidence in the disciples of his sect.

Chengshan is naturally not afraid. With Ye Chen here, what should he be afraid of?

"Okay, be brave!"

Duan Zehua smiled. He thought Chengshan, an old fox, would pull some tricks, but he didn't expect him to bet against him so readily.

The two sects are incompatible with each other, but neither one is willing to go to full-scale war.

The purpose of the Tianjiao battle is to take the opponent's cultivation resources as one's own as much as possible.

I'm not afraid that you have few resources, but I'm afraid that you don't dare to accept it.

The stakes are set, and the next question is who to send on the field.

Alternate players can appear once, and there is no limit to the number of appearances for core players.

This is equivalent to the two clan leaders holding chess pieces and playing games on the chessboard.

They want to maximize the strength of their disciples in a limited space.

"Hou Yang, go."

Chengshan took the lead in sending an alternate disciple.

After the disciple came on stage, he looked quite nervous.

Your own victory or defeat is related to the ownership of a city!

How can you not be nervous?

"Before the first battle begins, I'll find someone first."

Duan Zehua narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke.