The Villain's White Lotus Halo

The 160 matches in the first round of the Flower Folding Festival will be held in four arenas, and each arena will arrange four matches, which will end in ten days.Such a rule is because in the first competition, there is often a large gap in strength and it does not take long.If there is a timeout, it will be judged as a draw, and the two will advance at the same time.

In the next round, there is no rule of a draw, and the time will be extended indefinitely until the winner is decided, or one person admits defeat.

After the lottery is over, the young practitioners have one day to prepare.

The whole Yecheng boiled on this day.

There were no empty seats in each teahouse, thunderous applause, and the moves and exercises of the two battlers were spread everywhere in the market. The words were well-founded and convincing, as if they had really seen it with their own eyes.

The bold people rushed to the foot of Chongming Mountain to set up thatched huts, far away from the arena, but they could hear the sound and see the colorful light, which was enough to make them excited.

However, the protagonists of this event are naturally not the people of Yecheng.

The disciples of the Baopu Sect by the Xinshui Bridge in the north of the city, the disciples of the Lianjian Sect in the Xinghua Forest in the west of the city, the Buddhist cultivators by the Tong'an Canal in the east of the city, the disciples of other sects in the inns in the city, and Cangya by the Autumn Lake in the south of the city. The mountain disciples all reacted differently because of the result of the lottery.

They collected information, analyzed the opponent's weaknesses and strengths, and pondered the tactics and routines for tomorrow's battle. After worrying about themselves, they couldn't help worrying about their fellow disciples.

Cangyashan and Baopuzong have a bad relationship, everyone knows it.

In the first round of lottery, apart from Yin Biyue and the other three, only Ruan Xiaolian got the disciple of Baopuzong.

But the most worrying thing is not Ruan Xiaolian.

"The other three groups are at least in the same state, but what about Senior Brother Yin?" The disciple who spoke showed concern, "...Senior Brother Yin reached the Concentration Realm within three years of his entry, which is indeed very fast. But I heard...how about the one holding Puzong?" Come on, I broke through the barrier-breaking realm half a year ago!"

Even though Duan Chongxuan sneered at six of the 'Baopu Seven Sons', in fact, the reputation of the 'Baopu Seven Sons' is still very loud.

As soon as the words fell, someone retorted, "What about the difference in realm! Brother Yin is a disciple of the Sword Master! I think that when Brother Jun Yu was still in the Hinayana realm, he was better than a Mahayana ancestor!"

The disciple who said this worshiped Jun Yu from the beginning. When he was the most enthusiastic, he even deliberately imitated the posture of dressing and holding a sword.

Not everyone looks at the problem with strong personal feelings, and there are also calm ones, "But to win across the border, after all, there is a hundred miles to be one."

"But I believe Senior Brother Yin will win!" A clear female voice sounded, and He Yanyun's face was full of determination.

Others were infected by her confidence,

"I also believe that Brother Yin will win!"

"Senior brother Yin will definitely win!"

Contrary to the confidence of the Cangya Mountain disciples, the odds of the gambling house in Yecheng have been set at [-] to [-].Those who buy Yin Biyue and win will lose more.

Because I don't know when, such rumors began to rise: Yin Biyue, a disciple of the Sword Master, went mad when he was practicing swords, and his cultivation was greatly damaged, and his black hair turned white as proof.

This rumor was said vividly, and many disciples of the sect believed it.

Yecheng is rich and has a large gambling house, but there are far more foreign monks who go to gamble than the residents of this city.Because the people of Yecheng want to gamble, they must provide proof of existing property before placing a bet, proving that they will not go bankrupt and bear huge debts because of losing the bet.In addition, there are many restrictions and rules.Over time, fewer people gamble.

Foreign monks don't have to abide by the rules of the gambling house. They bet not only to win money, but also to express their support for the sect and to demonstrate the prestige of the sect.

Duan Chongxuan walked in waving his fan, and walked out waving his fan.

When he went in, the odds of Yin Biyue vs. He Lai were [-] to [-].When he came out, the odds were stretched to four to six.

The disciples of Baopu Zong didn't understand, "This is impossible! Where did this person get so much money?!"

But they were absolutely unwilling to show their timidity. After making things together, they found that it was still not enough to push back the odds. They all said, "Anyway, Senior Brother He will definitely win! Even if you borrow money to bet now, you can win back when the time comes!"

The disciples of Baopuzong suddenly became enlightened, and went to the bank in Yecheng to borrow a large sum of money.

Yin Biyue was completely unaware of these things.

He played the sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he has been in meditation for three days and three nights.At this time, no matter whether people in the world have confidence in him or not, they can't affect him in the slightest.

Because he has confidence in himself.

Until the day when it was Duan Chongxuan's turn to compete, he woke up from his trance.Put on the Taoist robe of Cangya Mountain, and carefully straighten his clothes in front of the mirror.

Pushing open the door, the morning breeze blows into my arms accompanied by the fragrance of magnolia.

When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Luo Mingchuan who was waiting under the tree, and Duan Chongxuan just happened to come out of the house.

Today's Duan Chongxuan did not see the slightest tension on the eve of the battle.The dress is more elegant and elegant, with extravagance but not luxury.It's not like going to fight, but like going on a blind date.

Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue, "Junior brother, you..."

There was no cloak or hood on the Taoist robe, so three thousand white hairs poured down.

Yin Biyue quickly understood what he meant, and said,

"I used to be afraid of scaring children on the road, and I was not ashamed to see people, but I had to hide my face everywhere. Now that the flower-folding festival has started, I should be bright and open."

Hearing this, Luo Mingchuan felt a pain in his heart, if it wasn't for him, his junior and younger brother have such a beautiful appearance, why would they need to cover up?How could he be ridiculed by bandits in Panlongling because of this?

Soon, his thoughts calmed down, Qianyelian on Chongming Mountain was bound to win this time.

The three of them walked out of the city together. Among the endless stream of people were disciples from various sects and people rushing to watch the fun. Yin Biyue's hair color was particularly eye-catching.

It's just that he doesn't care about those good-intentioned speculations or malicious gazes.

But Luo Mingchuan cared.

He found that when so many people looked at his junior brother, his heart began to be restless.

It was very abnormal and he didn't know why it happened.Don't even know what to do.

Fortunately, someone was already on stage in the ring, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted there.