Fantasy: Giving birth but not raising? Why are you crying when I become the Immortal Emperor?

In the jade tube space where the disciples of Jiuxiao Holy Land gathered, True Man Yunhe was talking in a low voice with several disciples.

"What have you gained from today's discussion?"

He stroked his beard and glanced at several disciples with a gentle tone.

A disciple replied respectfully:

"My disciple fought with Li Yun from the Heavenly Sword Sect today. Although I lost, I benefited a lot from it."

"Li Yun's swordsmanship is sharp. I have learned a lot of new swordsmanship from his sword moves."

Another disciple also said:

"I watched many battles today and saw the different skills and abilities of various sects. My horizons were broadened and I also gained a new understanding of my own practice."

Master Yunhe nodded with satisfaction:
"Well, this competition is to broaden your horizons, learn from each other, and complement each other's strengths. Keep working hard tomorrow and strive to make further progress."

Ye Tian Cave Mansion.

"It's done!"

A token condensed in Ye Tian's hand. He probed his spiritual sense into it and tested its effectiveness.

"Ah, very good!"

With this token, Ye Tian no longer needs to observe and expand the light curtain manually.

It can expand the light curtain according to the bet.

Before, Ye Tian just thought that he was just providing entertainment for the group of elders.

Knowing that he heard it, the disciples could earn resources by placing bets.

Ye Tian also realized that this was a good opportunity to tie them down!
The disciples might get tired from sparring, but what if I control their resources in the hands of Dao Palace?

You can't just give up resources just to get back to the sect earlier, right?

At first, Ye Tian just felt that betting was troublesome and the profit was little.

But now I realize that betting is never about making money.

Instead, let them stay willingly for the resources they have contributed.

"Let's perfect the betting rules tonight."

The next day.

Ye Tian summoned Jin Guang and Xuan Bing early in the morning and explained to them the complete rules of betting.

The two understood and immediately went to teach the Taoist disciple who was in charge of the betting, although the disciple did not quite understand it.

But they just did it.

"Just trust Elder Ye!"

Ye Tian arrived at the elders' seat and found that someone was already there.

"Elder Tianjian? Why are you here so early?"

Ye Tian asked.

The Tianjian Sect elder glanced at his old face:
"That's right. I just want to apologize to Ye Daozun."

After he finished speaking, he turned towards Ye Tian and bowed deeply.

"Jian Wuchen is the direct disciple of the old Taoist priest. His rudeness yesterday was also due to his ignorance of the world."

"If this evil disciple can really fight against Ye Daozun, please teach him a lesson for me."

"My disciple is too arrogant."

After saying that, he took out various precious spiritual medicines and herbs from his storage ring and presented them with both hands.

"It's just a small apology, please accept it, Ye Daozun."

Ye Tian laughed after hearing this:

"Elder Jian is too modest. I understand his desire to challenge a strong enemy."

"I don't take Jian Wuchen's matter to heart."

"Elder Jian, please wait until I have competed with him before accepting it."

Elder Jian heard what Ye Tian said.

He had no choice but to take back the apology, but fortunately Ye Daozun received his apology.

The apology is just a formality. As the leader of the holy land, the resources are already numbers.

What is important is the good relations and face with other holy places.

Ye Tian gestured to Elder Jian to sit down first, as he still had to open the training ground.

Elder Jian understood and sat down, waiting quietly for Ye Tian to do his thing.

As soon as Ye Tian opened the martial arts arena, cultivators flew in from all directions of the Taoist Palace.

They are quite quick in action.

When Ye Tian returned to the elders' seat, only Ye Tian was missing.

The other elders asked Elder Jian:
"Elder Jian! Why did you come so early? What did you say to Ye Daozundong?"

"Brother, let me analyze it for you!" Elder Jian looked bitter and didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Ye Tian spoke up to help:

"Just now, Elder Jian apologized for Jian Wuchen again."

"I also accepted Elder Jian's apology, and the matter is over now."

After listening to this, the elders left Elder Jian's side, leaving him alone looking at Ye Tian with gratitude.

Ye Tian flew over the elders' seats again and announced:

"The second day of the competition begins!"

After saying this, Ye Tian returned to the elders' seat.

Thousands of people in the Spirit Transformation Realm were eliminated yesterday, and I’m afraid even more will be eliminated today.

"My fellow elders, today's competition is even more exciting. Please keep your eyes open."

Ye Tian returned to the elders' seat, bowed and said with a smile.

"What Ye Daozun said is true. Yesterday's competition was exciting enough, and today's competition will surely be even more fascinating."

Master Yunhe stroked his beard and smiled, but a shrewd look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Hmph, I hope so."

Master Lieyan snorted coldly and glanced at Ye Tian.

He took a big bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand, as if venting something.

Ye Tian ignored the attitude of Master Lieyan and turned to Elder Jian and said:
"Elder Jian, are you confident today?"

Elder Jian heard this, smiled bitterly, and said helplessly:
"Alas, it is still unknown whether these useless disciples of mine can enter the next round, so how can I dare to expect too much."

He said, picking up his teacup and hiding the worry in his eyes.

"Elder Jian, there is no need to be too modest. The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect have always been famous for their swordsmanship, and they will surely shine today."

The unknown holy land elder beside him spoke in his ear.

"I hope so."

Elder Jian sighed.

"Okay, everyone, stop talking nonsense and take a look at today's competition first."

Ye Tian clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to the martial arts arena.

At this moment, in the martial arts arena, two disciples in the late stage of Spirit Transformation were fighting fiercely.

A disciple held a spear in his hand, his spear skills were sharp and every move was aimed at the vital points.

Another disciple held two swords, one sword was flying in the air to harass, and the other sword was in his hand to continuously resist the opponent's attack.

The disciple swept his spear across, forcing back the dual sword disciples.

Then he leaped up, and stabbed the opponent with his spear like a dragon.

Straight to the face of the double sword disciple.

The dual sword disciple didn't dare to take it head-on, so he flew his sword straight to attack the opponent's back, forcing him to turn around.

But the disciple was not afraid at all. He allowed the flying sword to pierce his back and continued to attack him.

He held the sword in his hand horizontally to block the aggressive spear.

However, the huge force from the spear made his palm numb, and the sword in his hand flew out and stabbed into the ground of the martial arts field, making a buzzing sound.

There was an immediate cry of surprise from the audience.

"What a domineering shooting skill!"

An elder exclaimed in admiration, staring intently at the disciple holding the gun.

"I'm afraid this double sword disciple is in danger."

Another elder shook his head and sighed, as if he had foreseen the outcome.

Ye Tian sat in the elders' seat, observing the situation on the field calmly.

He secretly used his spiritual sense to investigate the elders present, and after discovering a few obscure fluctuations of spiritual sense, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you finally unable to resist and want to take action?"

He secretly thought.

The spear disciple took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the fact that the double sword disciple had no sword and pointed the tip of his spear directly at the double sword disciple's throat.

At the critical moment, the double sword disciple forced a breath of true energy to force the opponent back and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

Even so, his clothes on the chest were torn by the tip of the gun, leaving a bloody mark, and bright red blood slowly seeped out.

"hiss……"

The double sword disciple gasped, staggered a few steps, and his face turned pale.

"I give up." (End of this chapter)