Chapter Eighty-Three: Contempt

I originally wanted to watch two more, but I didn't fall asleep, sweat!

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Xu Hao successfully entered the top four, and in this competition, he only used one blow, and solved the opponent in the simplest and most direct way, which made everyone stunned and unbelievable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Standing in the crowd, the eyes cast around Xu Hao made Xu Hao frown slightly, the situation at this moment was something he didn't expect, he had compressed his strength to the minimum, and even much weaker than his opponent in terms of cultivation, but, in this case, the handsome young man still couldn't resist the power of his palm, it can only be said that Xu Hao still underestimated the power of Xiaocheng's "Talisman of Strength".

It's the opponent who is too weak, not me who is too strong!

Xu Hao's eyes wandered, if others knew that he had such thoughts, I don't know if they would throw stones at him.

He was a little helpless, but since he was already in the limelight, he couldn't stop everyone's tongues, so he sat cross-legged silently and closed his eyes, as if he was recovering his mana.

In fact, this is not the case, because just now he used the power of the spirit rune, and there is no need to consume it at all, and there is no need to recover, but there are always people who come to get close, so he has to use this way to make those people retreat.

At this moment, the top four disciples have all been decided, and there is a stick of incense to resume time pranayama, and everyone is waiting for the top two to compete.

In the crowd, small groups were formed, three of which were the most conspicuous, and the leaders were two men and one woman.

"Looks like this kid is very unsociable." One of the teenagers, with a pale face and fierce eyes, looked at Xu Hao, who was cross-legged and closed, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This young man's name is Han Feng, and he is also one of the top four this time, and he is a disciple of the eighth generation elder.

"But no, this kid is very tugging, just now I went to contact him, but he ignored me." Behind the murderous young man, someone immediately echoed him.

"Heh, anyone who has a little strength, which one is not arrogant and abnormal." Han Feng laughed mockingly.

At the same time, on the other side, a young man with a relatively strong figure who was like a strong cultivator was also discussing Xu Hao.

The sturdy young man's name is Peng Shan, he glanced at Xu Hao at this moment, and said with a smile: "It's just that, you have to recover your mana in one game, it seems that your strength is not strong, and it is very reluctant to squeeze into the top four." ā€

In the competition, this Peng Shan won very easily, and it didn't take any effort at all, so he didn't have to go out of his way to meditate and recover at the moment.

"How can this son be compared with Senior Brother Peng, wait for the top two competitions, I'm afraid he will be the first to be eliminated." Immediately behind him, a teenager flattered.

"It's not hard to win him!" Peng Shan is full of confidence.

"Senior Sister Xiaoxi, are those three of you your next opponents, they don't look easy to deal with." And the girls over there were also chatting about Xu Hao and others.

"Well, among these three people, two of them are the same as me, they are all apprentices at the beginning, as for the one who is alone over there, I don't know his way, it seems that he is just an ordinary disciple, I watch his competition, this person also has merit." Zhang Yuexi glanced at Han Feng, Peng Shan, and Xu Hao with a solemn expression, if Xu Hao saw this woman at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize that this Zhang Yuexi was the pretty girl he saw in the first round of the competition with a special talisman.

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On the high platform, the elders were also in the same scene at this time, either striking each other or complimenting each other, and the scene was extremely warm.

"Senior Brother Yu, your disciple doesn't give you a long face, there are only four disciples in this class, and only yours has not entered the top four." A red-faced elder suddenly laughed.

"Humph! It's just bad luck for my disciple, if it wasn't Senior Brother Zhao's disciple Han Feng, but that Xu Hao, it would be a sure thing to enter the top four. Yu Chang said with a dark face.

The red-faced elder obviously didn't deal with this elder Yu Chang, and he didn't want to let him go at the moment, so he said teasingly again: "This is a bad word, we and other immortal cultivators, luck is not part of the strength, don't you know that Senior Brother Yu actually said such childish words." Besides, I think that Xu Hao's strength is acceptable, although he has not yet advanced to the third layer of the Gathering Spirit, but there is also merit in the fighting methods, to be honest, if your disciple really meets him, he may not be able to get benefits. ā€

Yu Cheng was choked and his face turned pale, and his anger surged, he immediately slapped the table, stood up and shouted: "Lu Changxing, don't deceive people too much, which is stronger and which is weaker, let's go down and do a fight." ā€

The red-faced elder Lu Changxing narrowed his eyes: "Okay, I heard that Senior Brother Yu has just come out of the customs and his cultivation has improved, and Lu Mou is really a little itchy." ā€

"Sit down!" Suddenly, at this moment, a faint voice came.

The two of them froze, hurriedly turned around and saluted Cui Zhengyuan, didn't dare to say anything more, and after glaring at each other, they sat down honestly.

The other elders smiled and began to talk again.

"Hehe, you say, who of the next four little guys is most likely to win the first place?" An elder asked with a smile.

"In my opinion, Senior Brother Zhao's disciple Han Feng is the most promising, it is said that he advanced to the third layer of the Gathering Spirit early, as for that Xu Hao, I am not very optimistic, I am afraid that the first one to end up is this son." Another elder stroked his beard and said.

"Hmph, isn't the old man's disciple Peng Shan as good as that Han Feng, he has already advanced to the third layer of the Gathering Spirit for more than a long time." An elder with a middle-aged man's appearance and a striking scar on the corner of his eyebrows said unconvinced.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Qin, do you want to make a bet and see if your disciple Peng Shan wins in the end, or if my disciple Han Feng is better." This Han Feng's master, Zhao Sanping, was a man with a gloomy face, like a jade-faced scholar, he glanced at Qin Wu and sneered.

"Bet on it, Qin is still afraid that you won't succeed, you say, what to bet on?" Qin Wu roared loudly.

"How about gambling spirit stones?" Zhao Sanping said.

"However, I will give out 500 medium-grade spirit stones, and bet on my apprentice Peng Shan to win the first place." Qin Wu directly threw out a bag of spirit stones.

"Hehe, okay, Senior Brother Qin is refreshing, then I will also give five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and bet on Han Feng to win." There was a flash of light in Zhao Sanping's eyes, and he immediately said as if he was afraid that Qin Wu would regret it.

"The two senior brothers are happy to gamble, and they don't mind if the junior sister intervenes, right?" At this time, a middle-aged beauty/woman who looked like a Taoist aunt on the side also threw over a bag of spirit stones.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Zhang, it seems that Senior Sister has a lot of confidence in your disciple." Zhao Sanping was surprised.

"Senior Brother Zhao said with a smile, my disciple is naturally not as good as the two senior brothers, but I, as a master, can't weaken the morale of my disciple." Middle-aged Taoist aunt Zhang Xiuyu said noncommittally.

From beginning to end, these elders never mentioned Xu Hao, and they gambled a lot, as if this first place could only be born among a few of their disciples, and it had nothing to do with Xu Hao.