Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 864 It's Interesting Later
The mountain where the Star Gate is located.

There is a 200-meter field on the top of the mountain.

On weekdays, this venue is used for the inner disciples of the Tianxingmen to compete with each other.

Today, because of the Zongmen Grand Competition, all disciples, whether inner or outer, can enter.

It's not that any outer disciple can come in, but some outer disciples who are expected to become inner disciples are qualified to come here.

Now there are more than 800 Tianxingmen disciples standing here.

Every disciple's eyes are full of fighting spirit.

Because today is very different.

If the outer disciples performed outstandingly in the Zongmen Grand Competition, they could be promoted to inner disciples.

Inner sect disciples who perform outstandingly can get generous rewards, what's more, they can even be directly promoted to personal disciples.

The replaced direct disciples have nothing to complain about except that they think their skills are not as good as others.

Among the disciples of the outer sect, senior brother Shi Hao stood beside the senior fellow of the inner sect, You Xiangsheng, with a wretched smile on his face, and said in a respectful tone: "Senior brother, now Senior Brother He has left the customs, and it is said that his strength has skyrocketed."

Listening to Shi Hao's words, You Xiangsheng said calmly, "What does that have to do with me?"

Although he wanted Zheng Fan to be killed, he didn't want to have anything to do with it.

In case Zheng Fan didn't die, he would find him, and let him have no good fruit to eat.

Shi Hao listened to You Xiangsheng's words, although he was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to show it, he murmured in his heart, "You're even worse than me."

Rumble.

Rumble.

The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down.

The disciples of the Tianxingmen knew in their hearts that Hou Jingyu, the master of the Tianxingmen, liked to watch the competition when it was raining the most.

Even if it's not raining, you have to use magical powers to make it rain heavily in this world.

Not long after, Hou Jingyu arrived here in neat white clothes.

The bean-sized raindrops, half a meter in front of Hou Jingyu, seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to get on Hou Jingyu's clothes.

Hou Jingyu glanced at the more than 800 Tianxingmen disciples present, and said in a serious voice, "Why hasn't the elder arrived yet?"

After finishing the words, Yu Xinsheng, Gu Yuehe and others' voices were heard one after another, "Master, we are here."

The disciples of Tianxingmen raised their heads when they heard the words of the elders, wanting to see the demeanor of their own disciples.

In the past, it was very difficult to meet the direct disciples of the Tianxingmen.

"Is the one behind Elder Yu his new personal disciple?"

"I didn't expect that the direct disciple that Elder Yu accepted this time would still be able to survive."

"Senior Brother He's temperament seems to have changed."

"Yes, Senior Brother He is getting more and more handsome."

The female disciples of Tianxingmen looked at He Liangyi with peach blossoms in their eyes, full of admiration.

"Senior Sister Zhao is getting better and better."

"The temperament is getting better and better."

"Why didn't you see Senior Sister Yang?"

"That's right, why didn't our favorite Senior Sister Yang show up?"

The Tianxingmen disciple suddenly found that Yang Xuehua, whom he respected and loved the most, had disappeared.

Some well-informed disciples immediately began to explain.

"Senior Sister Yang was killed yesterday."

"It is said that he was killed by the new direct disciple who disagreed with him."

"Poor Senior Sister Yang, such a friendly person was brutally killed. The person who killed her is really worse than a pig or a dog."

Zheng Fan's spiritual sense was keen, and he listened to the remarks of the Tianxingmen disciples below, his expression was flat, and he was too lazy to say anything.

Yu Xinsheng frowned slightly and said, "This group of people know how to gossip, but they don't understand the facts. After the Zongmen Grand Competition is over, they will definitely be severely punished."

While speaking, Yu Xinsheng brought Zheng Fan to the pavilion where only elders and direct disciples could sit.

Sitting in this pavilion, one can have a panoramic view of every move in the training ground below at a glance.

Zhao Bingbing followed behind his master Qian Huanmeng, and did not have the slightest affection for Zheng Fan.

She just wanted the competition between the outer disciples and the inner disciples to end quickly.

Once it's over, Zhao Bingbing can do it himself and teach Zheng Fan a lesson.

He Liangyi behaved very politely in front of the sect master Hou Jingyu and the elders, and when he inadvertently gave Zheng Fan a hard look, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Gu Yuehe's direct disciple, tall and fat, with a shaved head and a simple and honest look.

He felt that Zhao Bingbing and He Liangyi were full of hostility towards Zheng Fan, and said with a smile: "We are all direct disciples, and the pillars of the Tianxingmen in the future, there is no need to be so hostile to each other."

He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing completely ignored the words of this bald and fat man.

Even if the elders opened their mouths, they would have to make Zheng Fan suffer a terrible death during the competition later.

There are also two direct disciples, who are only about ten years old, holding melon and fruit snacks in their hands, looking in the direction of the training ground while eating.

He has no interest in the grievances between He Liangyi, Zhao Bingbing, and Zheng Fan around him.

Hou Jingyu, the head of the Tianxingmen Gate, stood by the fence of the pavilion, his voice was as loud as a big bell, "The Zongmen Grand Competition is about to begin. No matter if it is an outer disciple or an inner disciple, we must select an opponent and start the battle."

After he finished speaking, he heard a disciple shout loudly: "Master, I want to challenge Zheng Fan."

"Me too, I also want to challenge Zheng Fan."

After they learned the news that Yang Xuelan was killed by Zheng Fan, they hated Zheng Fan to the bone, regardless of whether he was a direct disciple or what.

Taking advantage of the Zongmen Grand Competition, if they could challenge their own disciples, they would kill Zheng Fan.

Hou Jingyu listened to their words, and said calmly: "Wait until the last outstanding one can challenge the direct disciples. If they violate the rules, they will be imprisoned in the Yan Prison."

The Tianxingmen disciple who was aggressively trying to challenge Zheng Fan earlier became calm when he heard about Yan Prison.

They challenged Zheng Fan to still survive.

Being arrested and taken to the Yan Prison, with their strength and status, they might have to die alive in the Yan Prison.

"Start!" Hou Jingyu said in a loud voice.

When this sentence sounded.

More than 800 disciples of the Tianxingmen fought with all their might towards their opponents.

On the eve of the Zongmen Grand Competition, they had already obtained information about their opponents.

Therefore, although there are more than 800 disciples in the martial arts training ground, it doesn't feel chaotic.

Zheng Fan has no interest in this boring battle at all, and he doesn't even bother to watch it.

Zhao Bingbing and He Liangyi stared fixedly at Zheng Fan, with only one thought in mind, the foreplay of the Zongmen Grand Competition ended quickly.

Their hearts were ready to move, and they couldn't wait to kill Zheng Fan.

The bald fat man looked at this scene and wanted to persuade him, but He Liangyi and Zhao Bingbing immediately gave him a hard look.

The two ten-year-old children held melon and fruit snacks in their hands, talking and laughing: "This year's one seems to be much more boring than last year's."

"It might be interesting to wait," replied another ten-year-old.

(End of this chapter)