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Volume 1: Pagoda Chapter 119: Ranking Competition

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    He Wu immediately squeezed forward with the flow of people, and then stood on a high stone step. Looking forward, he saw an old man with long white eyebrows. After a while, he remembered that this was the smell of a pavilion that day.  Elder, that day, he and Jin Bao also lamented the death of Jin Hu.

    At this time, Elder Wen was followed by a somewhat strange man. He was covered in thick armor and had a strange mask on his face. Only a pair of eyes, mouth and nose were exposed. It was difficult to see his face, but he  The tall and thin figure and the sledgehammer in his hand made He Wu guess that he was the golden leopard.  [bsp; Could it be that the demonic dark spirit didn¡¯t take his life that day?

    He Wu was surprised. After all, the corrosive and devouring ability of the Demonic Dark Spirit is extremely strong. It easily corrupted and swallowed the claw snake demon pill that day. When he threw the Demonic Dark Spirit out that day, he also saw the golden leopard with his own eyes.  Affected by it, although they are struggling to survive, their lives are on the verge of death.

    Isn¡¯t it him?

    He Wu made a bold guess. At this time, many people went up to greet the white-browed elder Wen. Some people spoke to the thick-armored man, but the thick-armored man didn't pay much attention. He just looked around with a sledgehammer, as if looking for someone.  What an ordinary person.  And all the disciples following them looked very arrogant and impressive.

    At this moment, the people from Fuyun Pavilion behind them also came out. He Wu took a look and saw no familiar people, so he ignored them.

    When the two sects met, they were naturally polite and talked to each other for a while. Several of their respective disciples started a small discussion in the field, attracting many people to watch. In the process, more sects arrived.  However, it seems that they are all relatively unknown sects and have not attracted much attention.

    But when the news came that people from the Jinghong Sect were here, He Wu took a look. He remembered the conversation he heard that day. This Jinghong Sect should be an inconspicuous small sect, but the one who attacked him ruthlessly  Women still make him feel that this sect cannot be underestimated.

    When the Jinghong Sect's people arrived, the scene became a bit commotion, because except for the old man with gray hair and childish face who walked in front, the twelve disciples who followed him were all women.  Wearing thin silk veils, their faces are half-covered, exposing their eyes. However, the veils are too thin. Their faces are revealed even if they are not covered, which attracts people to pay more attention to them. However, their clothes are not as uniform as those of other sects.  The colorful and colorful skirts, coupled with the different holdings in their hands, are very eye-catching.

    The arrival of the Jinghong Sect attracted most of the people who were watching the debate between the disciples of Tianyi Pavilion and Fuyun Pavilion. Perhaps the people who were sparring were tired and the discussion could not be settled, so several elders of the sect also gathered together to talk.

    For most of the day, almost all the sects in the Southern Territory had arrived, but there was no sign of the Lingyu Sect. So the topic in all the chats and conversations became the Lingyu Sect, even He who was huddled in the corner pretending to be a casual cultivator.  Wu couldn't help but murmur in his heart: Where are the people from Lingyu Sect?  Could it be that Elder Hua and I¡¯s predictions have changed?

    As the sun moved westward and was about to set, suddenly the wind and clouds surged at the entrance of the Lingshu Valley. Then a gong and cymbal slid out of the clouds like a meteor, and inserted into the ground with a "steamer" sound, and then several figures slid down from the gong and cymbal.  Come.

    He Wu stretched out his head to take a look, and saw Elder Huo and Elder Jiang walking in front, and behind them were several people. Their faces were all familiar, but it was difficult to tell who they were. It was just the leader of these people.  He also strangely wore a golden mask on half of his face, but unlike the female disciples of the Jinghong Sect, he did not cover his nose and mouth with only his eyes exposed, but covered the left half of his face.

    He Wu squinted his eyes and looked at this person, and then looked at his figure and the weapons in his hands. He suspected that this person was Dong Xinlei, but he felt something was wrong. Dong Xinlei always had a cold and arrogant temperament, and he always had a cold and arrogant temperament.  He held out his chest and looked arrogant, but this man half lowered his head and hunched his shoulders. Not only did he not have any arrogance at all, but he could feel the unconfidence radiating from the bottom of his heart.

    And the people behind him didn't seem to be doing well either. Although they stood more or less upright and walked straight, their expressions were as bitter as those of bitter melons, without any sign of high spirits.

    Is this the Lingyu Sect back then?

    He Wu couldn't help but ask questions in his heart.

    Thinking back when they went to Nanyuan Holy Land on a luxurious cloud boat, each of them was high-spirited and full of confidence. Their proud heads held high represented the status of the Lingyu Sect. They were so eye-catching and enviable.

    And at this moment

    "People from Lingyu Sect are actually here?"

    "That's really nice."

    ¡°Ranking is only related to ability and has nothing to do with shame!¡±

    "Look at them like that, I'm afraid they won't be able to sit still with the title of No. 1 in the Southern Territory!"

    People around are mutteringAfter saying this, He Wuze sighed in his heart.

    The arrival of the Lingyu Sect caused a moment of tranquility, and all kinds of whispers were heard like bees and flies. However, the two elders were indifferent and still stepped forward to greet each sect. However, few people responded, and more people spoke with a  He looked at them with contempt and disdain.

    After Elder Jiang and Elder Huo looked at each other awkwardly, Elder Huo shouted rudely and loudly: "Where is the person who will host this ranking competition? Come out and host it quickly!"

    Following Elder Huo's shout, everyone turned their heads. At this time, Elder Wen from the first pavilion laughed and took a few steps forward: "Elder Huo is still so angry. I just opened my mouth a little late, so you urged me."  Now!" He glanced at everyone and said: "The host of this year's ranking competition should be the Pavilion Master of our Tianyi Pavilion, but the Pavilion Master is currently in retreat, so I will do it for him. This ranking competition will still be hosted by the Pavilion Master.  The rules are that three disciples from each sect will challenge each other, and the ranking will be determined based on the results. The one with the highest winning rate will naturally be ranked first. Of course, if the final result is not recognized by each sect, it can still be done.  The elders of each sect will fight against each other, and the winner will be the winner!"

    When these words came out, everyone had no objection or excitement. Obviously this was an old rule. When Elder Wen saw that everyone was silent, he said with a smile: "In that case, I will officially announce that the ranking competition will be held tomorrow morning"

    "Wait a minute!" Suddenly a voice came from far and near, and then a woman in white clothes and a green waist appeared in the sky riding a flying feather.

    "Who is it?"

    "is her?"

    Someone in the crowd said something, and when He Wu looked at her, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

    "Who is coming?" Elder Baimei raised his eyebrows in displeasure. At this time, the woman had jumped to the ground and raised her hands to everyone: "The little woman is Chi Yu, a disciple of Elder Hua of the Spirit Realm Zong. On the order of the sect master  , here to deliver a message!"
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