Some people just can't afford to lose, and once they are defeated, they will always put the reason on the opponent, and never find the reason in themselves. Such people are very annoying, but they can be completely ignored, because people like them will not achieve much in the future.

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"Damn!" Putting the wine glass in his hand on the table, Zheng Mengyi's face was hideous, and even the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his whole body was shrouded in a kind of gloom in the coming storm, which made the companions who were drinking with him next to him a little frightened.

If Chu Lingfeng was here, he would definitely recognize that this tantrum cultivator was the same vein condensation cultivator who was competing against him on the stage. This person's name is Zheng Mengyi, he is a cultivator of a small sect, because the sect is small, so he has reached the condensation of veins at such an age, and has become the pride of the entire sect, and he can be said to be the pride of the sky in the sect, and the seniors value him very much, and almost all the junior brothers and sisters hold him, which also makes him slowly begin to be arrogant.

This time he came to participate in the Xingyang Dao Competition, Zheng Mengyi originally came for the top ten, but who knew that he was actually eliminated in the preliminaries, such a result made him feel aggrieved, and what made him even more unacceptable was that the final winner of his game was actually an eight-year-old cultivator or a little kid with condensing veins!

This is a shame, a shame that I said before, Zheng Mengyi, who had never suffered a setback, suddenly got into the horns of the bull and couldn't figure it out.

A little junior sister who usually has a good relationship with Zheng Mengyi said cautiously: "Senior brother, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and that kid is ......" is just luck.

"Shut up!" Zheng Mengyi interrupted the female cultivator's words with a hideous face, and the anger in her eyes made the little junior sister's heart skip a beat, and she immediately closed her mouth and shrank aside, not daring to interject again.

Even the little junior sister with whom Zheng Mengyi had the best relationship on weekdays was scolded, and others didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, a male cultivator hurriedly walked in, came to Zheng Mengyi's side and whispered something in his ear, and Zheng Mengyi immediately had a cold light in his eyes, and got up directly and left the box.

After Zheng Mengyi left, everyone in the box focused on the male cultivator who reported the news.

"Zhao Fengnian, what did you say to Senior Brother?" Some people are very curious, there was Zheng Mengyi just now, and they didn't dare to eavesdrop.

The male cultivator named Zhao Fengnian sat in the position vacated by Zheng Mengyi's departure, pinched a fruit and threw it into his mouth, "What else can it be?" It's the whereabouts of the little kid who won the senior brother. ”

"Then senior brother, this is ......" The little junior sister who was frightened by Zheng Mengyi hesitated for a moment and asked, "It won't be to take revenge, right?" Big brother isn't so careful, right? "It was just a child, I guess not even ten years old.

"When did our senior brother have a big heart?" Obviously, this senior brother Zheng Mengyi did not do a good job, and as soon as the little junior sister's voice fell, someone sneered quietly.

However, for Zheng Mengyi's safety, these people are not worried, although the senior brother's character is not very good, but his strength is a real condensation period, and they don't think that Zheng Mengyi can be in any danger if he goes to find a child who has not yet built a foundation to settle accounts.

"The freshly baked battle table contains the information of each player, come and buy it, a copy of only three lower grade spirit stones, it is a must-have for you to watch the game and bet on earning spirit stones." {

"Come and buy it, the master ranking of this Xingyang Dao Conference, the master shot, absolutely reliable, only five low-grade spirit stones per piece."

……

The shouts, all kinds of shouts came and went, if it weren't for the cultivation of the vendors who set up the stalls, they really almost made Chu Lingfeng think that he had returned to the night market stall in his previous life.

In fact, this is really a night market stall in Xingyang City.

Not all cultivators can rent a shop in Xingyang City, and there are some cultivators who just pass by temporarily to exchange some supplies, so there is a night market stall street in the western area of Xingyang City. It can be said that there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and some of the things sold may be garbage, or some unrecognized treasures.

At this time, what was easy to sell was all kinds of information about the Xingyang Daoist Conference, and I don't know how they found out the news. No matter how this information appeared, and how those masters were arranged, it was undeniable that many cultivators who came to shop would always buy some to learn about it.

Chu Lingfeng couldn't help but be a little curious, he was curious about how many people he could rank in the so-called master list. At different booths, Chu Lingfeng bought a three-point master ranking of the battle table.

There is no problem with the battle table, after all, this is arranged by the Discussion Conference, and Mao is scheduled for the thirty-fifth game, and it is estimated that there will be. It's just that this master list is ranked by different people, so he is a little surprised, but the top ten are the same, but he didn't see the name "Chu Lingxuan".

Top twenty, and no.

Top thirty, no.

Top forty, no.

……

In the end, Chu Lingfeng saw the three words "Chu Lingxuan" in the three hundred and seventy-second place, and his eyes widened suddenly, and he almost burst his eyes.

Three hundred and seventy-two? Is there a mistake?!

Is that a demon?

Let's take a look at the other one, this one actually ranked "Chu Lingfeng" to the 492nd!

The third serving, the three hundred and eighty-seventh!

Is there any mistake? Chu Lingfeng was a little speechless, and looking at the introduction of "Chu Lingxuan" below, Chu Lingfeng suddenly understood why those people were so unoptimistic.

Chu Lingxuan, fourteen years old, early stage of condensation, sect: unknown, good use of spells, magic weapon: unknown, flying sword: unknown. So far: 11 people in the foundation building period, 2 people in the early stage of condensation.

Such a young cultivator who has only defeated the early stage of condensation has never seen the magic weapon flying sword used, no matter how clean and neat the shot is, he will not be too favored.

However, Chu Lingfeng also understands his sect very well, after all, the Yuehua Sect is too eye-catching, and the time they have come to the cultivation realm is too short, he is okay, he is only in the Qi cultivation period, but what comes out of the Mao Biao is a condensing vein, even if it is the early stage, it is too unreasonable.

As for why no one found out the information of "Chu Lingxuan", this is also very understandable, after all, they have only come to the cultivation realm, and the people they know are too good.

While walking, just as Chu Lingfeng turned into an alley, a thick fog suddenly rose in front of him, separating him from the outside of the alley, so that people outside could not see the situation here.

The second grade spirit rune, the water mist rune.