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"Zhang Chulan, my father specifically instructed us to come and scout ahead for you."

Feng Xingtong enthusiastically pulled Zhang Chulan and Ye Xing along and began the on-site introduction.

"The few who just passed by were disciples of Maoshan."

"And that guy who looks like he's doing stand-up comedy, his name is Xiao Xiao, he's a smiling tiger."

"That girl is called Bai Shixue, she's a money-grubber; the one next to her is called Zhi Jinhua, she's quick-witted."

"These people are not simple."

Feng Xingtong scratched his head and turned his gaze away.

"Look over there, that blue-haired guy with squinting eyes is Zhuge Qing from the Wuhou School, the favorite to win the championship this time! And the one next to him, I don't need to introduce him, right? He's Master Lingyu."

Look in the direction Feng Xingtong is pointing.

Zhang Lingyu was standing next to Zhuge Qing, the two of them bowing to each other, a classic scene of disciples from prestigious sects greeting each other.

But next second.

Zhang Lingyu turned her head unintentionally and met Ye Xing's smiling face.

His previously gentle and refined expression instantly crumbled, and his face turned ugly.

Since his last return, Zhang Lingyu has been unable to forget Ye Xing's words, which has made him increasingly concerned about his own problem.

Zhang Lingyu abandoned Zhuge Qing and strode towards them, each step heavy.

"Ye! Xing!"

'Zhang Lingyu has been detected to be angry; emotion value +80!'

The shout was quite loud, attracting the attention of everyone around.

Zhuge Qing, who was standing still, opened his eyes a little wider, his fox-like eyes gleaming with excitement.

'This Master Lingyu is usually very cultivated, so why did he get so worked up the moment he saw this Taoist priest? Interesting, very interesting.'

'Zhuge Qing has been detected to have strong gossip-like emotions; emotion value +50!'

Upon hearing the system notification, Ye Xing almost burst out laughing. This squinty-eyed guy really was a gossip.

Facing Zhang Lingyu's menacing approach, Ye Xing remained calm and instead raised his hand to greet her familiarly.

"Hey, isn't this Master Lingyu? It's only been a few days, and you've got dark circles under your eyes now!"

Zhang Chulan also joined in the fun, politely greeting, "Greetings, Junior Uncle."

Zhang Lingyu walked closer, not even glancing at Zhang Chulan, staring intently at Ye Xing, her chest heaving violently.

He looked at it for a few seconds, but didn't say anything, and then turned and left.

Feeling ignored, Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, clearly annoyed.

"Damn, he really doesn't like me that much."

Ye Xing patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and deliberately raised his voice.

"Chu Lan, don't take it to heart. It's not that Master Lingyu doesn't like you; he's just envious and jealous of you."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding supernatural beings immediately perked up their ears.

"Master Lingyu? Envious of Zhang Chulan? Envious of what? The Qi Source Flow?"

"Impossible. He's a highly accomplished disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Would he envy that thing?"

All sorts of curious gazes were cast over.

'Detected strong curiosity from onlookers, emotion value +20, +20, +20...'

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu's forehead veins throbbed, and his hands clenched so tightly they cracked. If it weren't for the fact that this was Longhu Mountain's home ground, he would have slapped a palm-sized thunderbolt onto Ye Xing's face right now.

'Zhang Lingyu has been detected to be in a state of panic; emotion value +80!'

Zhang Lingyu suppressed the urge to attack, took a deep breath, stopped, and spoke coldly.

"Ye Xing, stop with the empty words! I will definitely defeat you at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony!"

Having said that, he abruptly flicked his sleeve, turned around angrily, and left, as if afraid that staying even a second longer would make him so angry he would vomit blood.

When the person in question left, the onlookers let out a sigh of regret.

Zhang Chulan scratched his head, completely bewildered, and turned to look at Ye Xing.

"Brother Ye, you just said he envies me, but what exactly does he envy about me? Besides being penniless, what is there for him to covet?"

Ye Xing didn't rush to answer. Instead, he put away his smile and sent a meaningful glance down Zhang Chulan's stomach, finally stopping at a certain indescribable key area. Then, he revealed a malicious smile.

The scene fell silent for two seconds.

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment, then looked down following Ye Xing's gaze, his brain working at lightning speed.

When Ye Xing's gaze lingered on the second brother's location.

Zhang Chulan's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he sprang up from the spot.

"Holy crap!! Is this for real?! Seriously?! Are you out of your mind?!"

'Zhang Chulan is experiencing extreme shame and anger, triggering a critical hit! Emotional value +150!'

As his emotional points increased, Ye Xing put his hands in his pockets with a sense of satisfaction, smiling like a sly old fox.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the high platform in front of the training ground.

"Hehehe, great! Young people these days are so full of energy!"

The previously noisy venue instantly fell silent.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a neat yellow Taoist robe, followed by Lu Jin, Lü Ci, Wang Ai and other members of the Ten Elders, slowly walked up to the center of the high platform.

The old Celestial Master looked down at the group of energetic extraordinary people in the arena, stroking his white beard and laughing loudly.

The old master's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried to every corner of the entire training ground. His scrutiny made everyone present involuntarily straighten their backs.

Ye Xing crossed his arms, looked up at the platform, and smiled.

The real highlight is finally about to begin.

In this chaotic battle of skills that is about to begin, I wonder how much emotional value and cultivation these extraordinary talents will contribute to me?

Chapter 23 Do you know the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger?

On the high platform.

After saying a few words, the old master Zhang Zhiwei reached out and pressed down.

"Alright, I won't waste any more time. Since everyone wants to spar, let's begin!"

......

"All participants, please proceed to the drawing area in turn to draw your assigned spot."

The crowd in the training ground immediately dispersed, heading in small groups toward several large wooden crates at the edge of the field.

Ye Xing and Zhang Chulan gathered around one of the wooden crates.

A Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe from the Celestial Master's Mansion shouted loudly, "Line up! The slips of paper have the Heavenly Stems written on them, which represent the order of appearance."

"The animals listed below are the same animal. The four people who draw the same animal will be your opponents in the first round."

"The rules are simple: it's a four-in-one battle. Four people fight it out in the arena, and the last one to win advances to the next round!"

Zhang Chulan reached into the cardboard box, randomly picked out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it, and took a look.

"B, White Tiger."

He muttered something to himself and turned to look at Ye Xing beside him.

"Brother Ye, what are you smoking?"

Ye Xing opened the slip of paper in his hand, on which were written three words: "Jia, Bai He".

Feng Xingtong came over, and after seeing the lot in Ye Xing's hand, showed her own lot.

C, Green Turtle.

"Those starting with 'A' are in the first batch, Brother Ye, your match starts even earlier than Brother Chu Lan's."

Feng Xingtong put away the note and pulled Zhang Chulan toward the competition venue.

"Let's go, let's go watch Brother Ye fight first, and while we're at it, let's find out what the others are up to."

A few minutes later.

Jia Baihe Stadium.

The competition venue was surrounded by stands five or six meters high, with a few hundred people sitting sparsely in the stands.

This was, after all, the first match, and most people were still preparing for their own games. Those who came to watch the excitement were either those who had drawn later in the lottery or simply tourists.

Feng Xingtong and Zhang Chulan found a seat near the front and leaned on the railing to look down.

Feng Xingtong glanced at the other three contestants who were already standing in the arena and frowned.

"Brother Ye, this match is going to be tough."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan paused and quickly asked.

"What's wrong? What's the deal with those three people?"

Feng Xingtong pointed to a thin young man in a gray training uniform in the middle of the field.

"I don't know that one, and I don't know the situation, but the other two are no pushovers."

His finger moved to the other side.

"See that rather refined-looking young man? That's Liao Lei, the current successor of the Yi Yang Sect."

"Although the Yi Yang Sect has few members, their Yi Yang Finger is famous in the world of supernatural beings. It has extremely strong penetrating power and is used to break through all kinds of external martial arts and internal energy."

Zhang Chulan looked in the direction Feng Xingtong was pointing and saw that he was indeed a very energetic young man.

"And what about the last one?"

Feng Xingtong's expression became even more serious as he pointed to the tallest and most conspicuous figure in the center of the arena.