"The Seven Martial Arts Champions are out, and the winner is the Qingxin Martial Arts Pavilion!"

When the referee's loud announcement sounded, Kuisheng was still lying in the shape of a "big" figure under the stage, with a cloudy face.

After a brief silence, the audience began to erupt in enthusiastic cheers. Many disciples of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall had already jumped on the seats and threw the water bottles in their hands into the air again and again. Although Yang Chao was the most restrained, he couldn't help but clench his fists heavily, and his face was full of relieved joy.

In the next few games, although they also attracted a wave of shouts from everyone, none of them could compare to the sensation of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall. Even Li Binghe, who is known as the "rookie king", was suppressed by Ye Shuo on this day.

And Ning Bufan and the others, looking at Ye Shuo again, were no longer just simple admiration, it was simply like worshipping miracles.

So far, which one of them is not trembling, lest they lose, only today, they won so easily, and they have become the focus of attention of the audience. As a mortal martial arts hall, they have been ridiculed by those spiritual cultivation sects in the past few days, and now they are finally completely raising their eyebrows!

In the final selection results, the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall was shortlisted to live up to expectations, and Li Binghe's Bayi Gate was also among them. As for the remaining selected sects, Ye Shuo didn't know about it, and he didn't want to pay too much attention to it.

At the end of the show, the disciples of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall surrounded Ye Shuo, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, vying to invite him to a good meal. Ye Shuo smiled and shirked repeatedly, but he couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm, and some of the disciples' tears hadn't even dried up, which made Ye Shuo a little moved in his helplessness.

Although they are mortals and incomparably small in the eyes of spiritual cultivators, their pursuit and yearning for a better life are no worse than anyone else in the world. And they are so easily satisfied, if those high-ranking people are willing to stop their rapid pace and pay more attention to these mortals, maybe the era of harmonious coexistence between spiritual cultivators and mortals will eventually come.

Yang Chao finally walked up: "Brother Ye, you have really made a great contribution this time! You and Bufan and they should go back first, Qingxin and I will go to the referee to dredge up, and we will help you prepare a table of celebration banquet in the evening." ”

Ye Shuo was a little confused: "What else do you want to dredge? Haven't I already won?"

After his question, Yang Chao's expression suddenly became a little lonely, and he wanted to be vague, but Yang Qingxin on the side bit his lip, looked around, and spoke quietly.

"You don't know, this kind of competition has always been a channel for officials at all levels to collect money. That's why they dragged on the game for so long. You have to pay a fee to sign up for the competition, and you have to pay a fee after winning each game, otherwise they won't let you participate in the next race.

During this time, the senior brothers in the martial arts hall have been frugal for several months in order to make up enough money to participate in the competition, and Brother Bufan has also taken out a lot of their savings. My mother and I have no other specialties, so we can only weave and embroider every night and sell them at the market......"

When Yang Qingxin said this, Ye Shuo subconsciously glanced at her finger. The originally soft green jade fingers were covered with a large number of blood scabs when you looked closely. I think it's all caused by being in a hurry to embroider and being pricked by needles. So during this time, they were always in a hurry, presumably to make up the cost of the competition, and they ran around every day.

"You won't have to work so hard in the future. Retracting his gaze, Ye Shuo resolutely raised his head, "I also have a little savings here, although it is not a lot, but it is no problem to support you until you participate in these games." As he spoke, he had already taken out a storage bag and handed it directly to Yang Chao.

Yang Chao subconsciously refused: "Then how embarrassing, you have already helped us a lot!" Ning Bufan and the others also echoed on the side, Yang Qingxin bit his lip timidly, and his face was worried after the accident. Obviously, he regretted that he was quick to talk for a while and caused trouble to his benefactor.

Seeing their resolute attitude, Ye Shuo could only deliberately keep a straight face: "If you don't accept it, then I won't participate in the next competition." ”

At this point, Yang Chao could only take it helplessly. After checking the weight of the spirit stones in the bag, it was indispensable to thank you for a thousand thanks.

In the next game, Ye Shuo will deliberately show a strength slightly lower than his opponent when he plays, and after the official fight, he will easily turn defeat into victory. For days, no one could see through his true realm. But the name of this weird player has gradually spread among all the sects. Even Li Binghe began to pay attention to him.

Tournament after match, the arena gets bigger and bigger, and the host town gets more and more luxurious. But in the same way, the cost of delivery after each promotion is getting more and more expensive.

In this way, Ye Shuo led the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall all the way to the finals.

I have to say that although these sects are all selected at the first level, the level of the players is really similar. The strongest person I have encountered so far is still hovering at the condensation level. A small country and a small sect are indeed limited in achievement. Maybe the disciples who came out of those great sects were also looking at them in the Dingtian Mountain Range with this kind of vision at the beginning.

The opponent of the finals is really a narrow road, and it turns out to be a domineering goal.

It is said that Li Binghe has a family support behind him, and although he is not ranked in the entire Spirit Continent, he is already one of the best in such a small country. Therefore, in the realm of condensation, he can exert a strength far beyond that of the same level. And it is said that in the days leading up to the finals, he is desperately taking pills to make up for evil.

No matter what Li Binghe can make up for evil, Ye Shuo doesn't care. Even if he eats to death, can he still be promoted to the Qi cultivation level in just a few days?

As for his side, after participating in the first game, he was finally able to go to the Fang City to buy healing pills in the open. When he returned to the martial arts hall, he sat cross-legged for a long time, unfolding the power of devouring to absorb the aura, and there was no need to avoid everyone. In addition to fighting and cultivating, his daily life is probably to guide the disciples in the hall who are looking forward to it from time to time.

Under this methodical rhythm, Ye Shuo's strength gradually recovered to the strength level. At the same time, the various dark injuries in his body also have a tendency to improve, and the next realm improvement should be much smoother than before.

The day before the finals, Ye Shuo came to the martial arts hall as usual. Today's hall is particularly lively, and a group of disciples are gathered in a pile, discussing something with great interest.

"Have you heard? The referee for tomorrow's game will be the top genius of the Qianyuan Sect himself!"

"Although in the past, when recruiting subordinate forces, every time there was a last game, the Qianyuan Sect headquarters would also send people over, but that top genius had always been in retreat and cultivating, and this kind of thing had never been able to work for him. This time he will personally preside, does it mean that our performance is particularly good, and the headquarters of the Qianyuan Sect attaches great importance to us?"

Ye Shuo snorted softly in his heart, he was really fed up, no matter where he went, he seemed to be unable to escape the aura of that great genius. However, when he heard "his performance was particularly good", he sat up straight, waiting for everyone's eyes to turn to him again.

However, the next topic is more intense around Mo Gucheng. Everyone emptied the gossip in their stomachs, saying that at what age he stepped into the spiritual cultivation realm, and at what age he entered the Tongtian realm, and he had never been defeated in a hundred battles...... Ye Shuo sat on the side for a long time, and he was always regarded as transparent by everyone. These people seem to have forgotten who has been fighting for them in the ring for them during this period of time, so that they have today's glory?

With a cold snort, Ye Shuo couldn't listen to it anymore, stood up and left quickly.

His back was quickly drowned out by another burst of praise for Mo Gucheng.

On the day of the finals.

The match was held in the national capital, the referee's table in front of the ring was much longer, and many members of the royal family arrived. This special welcome battle was obviously specially prepared for that great genius.

Standing in the crowd, Ye Shuo was scarce. He knew very well that Mo Gucheng had always held a grudge against himself for his brother's sake, and this time the game was presided over by him personally, and he was probably going to be wearing small shoes again.

But today, the whole country seems to be having trouble with him. The more Ye Shuo didn't want to hear about that person, the more screams and cheers in the square became.

Mo Gucheng seems to have become the number one celebrity in the world all of a sudden, not only the people of the entire national capital have almost arrived, but even many residents of towns near and far have rushed to the national capital all the way to see the true face of that great genius. It is said that some people came to line up a few nights ago, desperate to grab the best viewing position.

The atmosphere was so chaotic that every street around it was crowded with enthusiastic people, and in the end, even the government guards were dispatched, armed with spears, running for martial law, and it took several hours to stabilize the order of the scene.

The fanatical worship of idols seems to give them an inexhaustible enthusiasm. Ye Shuo's side felt exhausted, and a high-decibel scream suddenly erupted in the team, and then this scream continued to expand, quickly spreading to the entire square.

At the other end of the ring, at the end of the crowd of black oppression, Mo Gucheng was surrounded by several disciples of the Qianyuan Sect, striding proudly. The guards beside him had to raise their spears again and again to stop the people who were rushing forward frantically. Such a majesty, such an aura, even if the king is in person, it is nothing more than that.

Despite being in the spotlight, Mo Gucheng's expression was always as cold as ever, and he walked straight to the referee's table, shook hands with several members of the royal family, and lifted his robe, like a royal seat. Such a chic action caused a boiling in the audience.

The accompanying disciples of the Qianyuan Sect sat beside him, and after the speeches of the representatives of the royal family, they took over the loudspeaker and gave a brief pre-game explanation. Mo Gucheng didn't say a word, and didn't even stop his eyes on the crowd on all sides. It seems that the referee of this game is still the accompanying disciple, and Mo Gucheng is here only as a special guest.

Ye Shuo didn't even hear a word of what these people said one after another, and he felt that his ears were about to be deafened by the screams around him. There were also a large number of young girls squeezing into the front row, trying to wave and shout at Mo Gucheng, hoping to attract him to look at him more.

Yang Qingxin also joined the team full of carnivals, trying his best to stand on tiptoe and look at Mo Gucheng, his little face flushed with excitement. The dissatisfaction in Ye Shuo's heart could no longer be suppressed, and he frowned: "You also worship him?"

After Yang Qingxin nodded hurriedly, and then joined the screaming team again, Ye Shuo snorted and said angrily: "But he won't let your martial arts hall advance because of your worship." ”

As soon as these words with a strong vinegar intent came out, Ye Shuo felt that he was a little petty.

A girl who is supposed to worship herself is now worshipping her enemy here...... But if you think about it carefully, from the perspective of hero worship, Mo Gucheng is indeed much stronger than his current self, so Yang Qingxin's performance is understandable.

A few words from the audience also reached Mo Gucheng's ears.

"He's the youngest Tongtian Realm powerhouse, right?"

"The youngest Tongtian Realm powerhouse right now should be the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor. And I heard that the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor is also very handsome!"

Mo Gucheng's eyelids twitched slightly, and he soon returned to normal.

This time he went to this remote area to preside over the ring, completely because the master was worried that he would be affected by the last gift, and wanted to give him a chance to come out and relax. Although I thank Master for her kindness...... But he's fine.

If he was really so easily swayed by external objects, it would not be possible to reach such a state at this age...... Someone surpasses himself, then he has to work harder, that's all.

The brief explanation before the game finally ended, and the disciple of the Qianyuan Sect took a deep breath and announced loudly: "This game, from the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall, against the Bayi Gate!"

Ye Shuo and Li Binghe walked into the ring from both sides, and after the two bowed politely, Ye Shuo turned his head to look at Mo Gucheng for the first time. He also wanted to know what kind of expression he would have when he stood in front of him now, the person who made him grit his teeth with hatred.

However, Mo Gucheng looked at him with a strange gaze, that kind of absolute coldness and indifference, as if he was no different from any of the audience here. He seemed to have completely forgotten the festivities between them.

Ye Shuo snorted coldly in his heart. Pretending to be like it!

Raising his eyes to look at Li Binghe, Ye Shuo also showed his strength at the condensation level.

In this game, he is not ready to do the same as before. If you win too easily, you may be wronged and cheated, so let's play slowly first......

On the other side, Li Binghe's spiritual power had exploded around him, and he rushed towards him, launching a series of attacks like lightning.

These two have been known as the favorites in the previous competition, and the two "rookie kings" before and after are finally going to officially compete here!

While casually dismantling Li Binghe's offensive, Ye Shuo's eyes also glanced at Mo Gucheng on the referee's table from time to time. Now it is not difficult for him to win this game, but the difficult thing is in front of this person...... Win this game! Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!