Chapter 1801 is the opposite

"Mu Yang, the championship will be held in a year's time, and I hope you can play in the best shape and get the spot you want." Fat Dhara smiled slightly, suddenly remembered something, and added: "By the way, during this period, the auction hosted by the Light Alliance, there will be a finale treasure auction, you can go and take a look." ”

"Auction?" Lin Yi raised his eyebrows. He had long known that there were all kinds of auctions in the territory of the Light Alliance, just like the gladiatorial arena and the ring competition of the Dark Alliance, which was a major feature.

It's just that what I don't know is that there is a difference in the grade of the auction.

However, judging from Fat Dhara's tone, it seems that the next auction will have a finale of the treasure auction, which is an opportunity not to be missed.

"Okay, I'll go shopping when I have time." Lin Yi nodded and smiled.

"If you go, you can get a free box with the jade card in your hand. You know, at this juncture, it is very rare to book a private room. Fat Dhara smiled all over his face.

Lin Yi's heart moved, and he suddenly smiled. I didn't expect every monk who made it to the top ten in the high-level dueling tournament to have such a discount.

After a few words of greeting with Fat Dhara, Lin Yijing walked out of the competition channel.

"Robbed."

Outside the competition channel, Mo Qilin had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Lin Yi, he smiled, "Congratulations, you successfully entered the top ten." ”

Lin Yi shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer, as if he didn't feel that being in the top ten was a happy thing at all.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet Huo Qihua, otherwise I would have been able to kill the killer and avenge Maiwen!"

Lin Yi sighed.

"Robbing the body, you don't have to worry, there will be opportunities in the future." Mo Qilin comforted, "I saw that Huo Qihua also made it to the top ten, and in the next competition, you have a great chance to meet." ”

"I hope so." Lin Yidao.

While the two were talking, they flew in the direction of the cave. After a while, they arrived in front of the cave on the mountainside.

"Mo Lao, Lin Daoyou."

"Meet the two seniors."

The two disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect were waiting on both sides of the cave mansion, and when they saw Lin Yi and Mo Qilin, they saluted respectfully.

"How's the situation with Maiwen?" Lin Yi asked.

"It's not clear yet, Huang Lao is doing his best to treat Maiwen's injuries. For a while, I'm afraid I won't be out of the customs. One of the disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect explained.

Lin Yi sighed, his mood was very complicated.

"Robbing the body, we are waiting for good news in the cave, I believe that with Huang Lao, Maiwen's injury will not be a big problem." Mo Qilin comforted.

Lin Yi nodded.

The two of them each entered a cave.

About two months later, the two disciples outside the cave mansion burst into cheers, "Great, Miss's injuries are under control!" It's really auspicious! ”

"Senior sister is blessed with a great life, and she has successfully survived the dangerous period, which is really good news!"

Lin Yi and Mo Qilin heard the movement and swept out of the cave mansion at the first time.

As soon as he came out of the cave, he saw Huang Shisan walking out of the cave with a smile on his face.

"Huang Lao, what's going on with Maiwen?" Lin Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously and asked with difficulty.

"It's a good situation, I've managed her injuries, she's recovering much faster than I expected, and it's only going to take three or five years at most to fully recover."

Huang Shisan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lin Yi felt a burst of joy in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is said that it takes three and a half years for Maiwen to recover fully before he can fully recover, it is very hard. But for monks, three or five years is just a snap of a finger, and sometimes a retreat takes ten or eight years.

So, it's nothing.

"Brother Lin......"

At this time, a coquettish voice spread from the cave, and then a wheat woman in a plain white Luo skirt stepped out, her little face was as pale as paper, and she looked listless.

"Maiwen, why did you come out? You're weak now, so you need to take care of yourself. Lin Yi hurriedly stepped forward to support Maiwen.

Mai Wen shook his head slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and revealed a neat row of teeth, "I'm fine, Brother Lin, you don't have to worry." ”

"That's right, Brother Lin. Is your game over? Did you make it to the top 10? ”

Mai Wen's long eyelashes flickered like two fans, and he looked at Lin Yi with an expectant look.

Lin Yi laughed loudly and slapped his chest with a pop, "Breaking into the top ten is as easy as a yawn for me." ”

Lin Yi stretched out his hand, took out the jade plaque engraved with 'King of Duels', and handed it to Mai Wen's eyes, "Look, this is my proof of winning the top ten." ”

Mai Wen took the jade plate from Lin Yi's hand with a look of surprise, and played back and forth in the palm of his hand, and couldn't put it down for a while.

"Alas, if only I could capture one of these jade medals." Mai Wen pouted and muttered to himself.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Lin Yi is very generous.

"I don't want it, it's not an honor I've won, and even if I want it, it doesn't make any sense." Maiwen pouted.

Lin Yi stroked Mai Wen's hair lovingly, and said, "Mai Wen, don't worry, I believe that after you are promoted to the realm of enlightenment and become a Saint King, it will be easy for you to compete again and enter the top ten." ”

Maiwen nodded vigorously. Suddenly, like a deflated balloon, he lamented: "Although I have already entered the peak realm of the Divine Yuan Realm, I have never broken through the bottleneck, and then I have made further progress. ”

"Besides, now I'm seriously injured and I won't be able to recover for three or five years. If you want to advance to the realm of enlightenment, how easy is it? ”

Maiwen bit his lip, looking pitiful.

"Maiwen, the Lost Land holds a grand event every hundred years, and after a hundred years, you will definitely have become a master of the Saint King, maybe you will still be a famous old Saint King."

Huang Shisan smiled and reminded.

"Oh, yes. The next centennial event will not be held until 100 years apart, and I have time. Mai Wen raised his chin and was extremely happy, "Hmph, after I am promoted to the Saint King realm, I must climb the ninth step and gain the recognition of Cheng Xiantai." When the time comes, I will come back to participate in the competition, and it will definitely cause a sensation. ”

Hearing this, Huang Shisan and more than a dozen disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect couldn't help but look at each other speechlessly.

The Tomb Sword Sect is very mysterious, never participates in disputes in the rivers and lakes, and its disciples are also extremely low-key, rarely go out to walk the rivers and lakes, and they also look down on fame and fortune.

Who would have thought that Mai Wen would actually climb Cheng Sendai and plant a seed of divine consciousness in Cheng Xiantai.

If Mai Wen gets her wish, then she will instantly become a household name, which is obviously contrary to the Tomb Sword Sect's usual mysterious and low-key style.