385 Fan Jian
As he spoke, he was about to reach out to take it, but at this moment, a terrible scream suddenly came from afar.
Ye Haotian followed the sound and looked at more than a dozen tall square stone platforms, the sound came from one of the stone platforms, the clouds and mist on the top of the peak were much lighter than below, and he could clearly see that there was a temple disciple wearing the clothes of an outer disciple standing on that stone platform.
"It's Tianfeng Terrace, and someone can't wait to start the fight?"
The test for promotion of disciples in the inner hall is divided into three links, one is to climb the ladder, the second is to climb the Tianfeng platform, and the third is to rank the battle.
Only the disciples who ascended the Thousand Thousand Peaks were qualified to compete in the second link, and the rules of the Tianfeng Terrace competition were to guard.
There are a total of eighteen high platforms on the peak, and the first one to enter the ring is the champion, as long as he can hold the ring for half an hour without being defeated, he will be promoted to the disciple of the inner temple, and for the sake of fairness, to avoid someone choosing the wrong opponent because of bad luck, the loser has a total of two opportunities to challenge.
For this kind of ring battle, there is no doubt that the first person to take the stage will become the target of public criticism, unless there is absolute confidence in their own strength, no one wants to be the first to come out.
"Which idiot actually took the stage in front of Young Master Ben, go, go and see. Long Eighteen stuffed the Zining Pill into Ye Haotian's hand, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the direction of Tianfeng Platform excitedly, followed by Ye Haotian.
Before approaching, Ye Hao found that the disciple of the outer hall who had screamed had already fainted on the ground with a pale face.
Blood was constantly pouring from his nose and mouth, the clothes on his chest were also stained red with blood, and the right side of his chest was deeply sunken, apparently his sternum had been shattered.
Although this kind of injury does not lead to immediate death, if it is not treated in time, it is in danger of dying at any time.
"Who did this, and it's ruthless, right?"
Long Eighteen shouted and looked up at the stage, and shouted to the young disciple with the long knife on his back: "Hey, boy, it's just a fight, are you so cruel to your own disciples?"
The disciples gathered around also talked a lot, accusing the immature and indifferent young man on the stage.
"Who is not convinced, you can come up, you can only chew your tongue offstage, this is your ability?"
The young man on the stage looked down proudly, his eyes full of contempt.
"Damn, I'm really not convinced, I'll come!"
Long Eighteen raised his leg and wanted to walk to the stage, but suddenly a hand grabbed his arm, and Ye Haotian's voice sounded in his ears.
"You're no match for him. ”
"What? You dare to underestimate my eldest brother? Our Long Family's Dragon Elephant is ......."
"His name is Han Baichuan, and he ranked fifth in the top three in the freshman entrance examination. Ye Haotian interrupted Long Eighteen.
"Uh......"
Long Eighteen froze.
Since Zhou Wusheng was killed by Ye Haotian, who ranked seventh, the top six freshmen in the top three and first class have been shocked by their reputation, and everyone is guessing whether their strength is higher or lower than Ye Haotian.
Except for Ye Haotian, those six people are all from the wealthy families of Great Xia, but they rarely appear in public on weekdays, and there are very few people who can see their true faces.
Long Eighteen is heroic and uninhibited by nature, and he makes friends, but in the temple where cultivation is emphasized and talent is valued, his reputation is not very good, on the contrary, because of his prominent background and some unprofessional and unprofessional personality, he is also despised by the disciples of the same hall in private.
And the children of rich families who are really noble and talented disdain to associate with him, so although in terms of status, he is not lower than the children of major wealthy families, but there are few friends around him who are really from wealthy families.
Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't heard of it.
After entering the temple, from the mouths of those fox friends and dog friends, Long Eighteen also heard many rumors about the 'Six Sons of Anyang' more than once.
The 'Six Sons of Anyang' refers to the six young wealthy children of Anyang City who have extremely high cultivation talents, and the last one in line is Han Baichuan.
Ye Haotian continued: "His cultivation is in the late stage of the Three Realms, with your current strength, you will be defeated in no more than twenty moves. ”
Long Eighteen looked at Ye Haotian and then at the stage dumbfounded, although he was not convinced, he had to admit that what Ye Haotian said was the truth.
Cultivators regard reputation as more important than life, and many times they will fight and even fight hard because of a word that damages their reputation, Long Eighteen's face is obviously much thicker than that of most cultivators, and he will go up to fight hard when he knows that he is invincible, this kind of thing that only an idiot can do will never do.
"Then can you beat him?" asked Long Eighteen rhetorically.
Ye Haotian smiled: "If you can't fight or not, you have to try it to know." ”
"These days, there are more and more people who are really bragging. Without waiting for Long Eighteen to answer, a shrill voice next to him sounded: "I only know after I tried it, I have the ability to go up and fight?
"Boy, who are you talking about?"
Long Eighteen turned his head to look and found that it was an outer hall disciple with a medium stature, slightly chubby body, a round face and small eyes, and a light blue jade belt tied around his waist.
"It's you! ”
As soon as the blurted out question was shouted, Long Eighteen immediately recognized the person who spoke.
"What, Long Eighteen, do you still know Young Master Ben?"
The small-eyed outer hall disciple said in an unkind tone.
"Lao Tzu doesn't know many people, but I've seen a lot of dogs, and it's not bad for you. Long Eighteen sneered coldly.
The small-eyed outer hall disciple named Fan Jian was not angry, and said with a smile: "Long Eighteen, what else will you do besides scolding?" If you have the ability to go up and fight, isn't your family's Dragon Elephant Po known as the strongest bloodline combat skill? What are you doing here? Are you scared?" His eyes fell on Ye Haotian, and the disdain on his face became even stronger, "If you can't beat it, you have to try it to know that you want to challenge the sixth prince of Anyang, it is self-inflicted humiliation, and you are impatient." ”
Ye Haotian frowned and looked at Long Eighteen: "Who is he?"
"He's worthy of it!"
Long Eighteen sneered and said: "It's just that his ancestor had been a close attendant to the Holy Emperor for a few years, and later he had some power in the city, so he thought that he had squeezed into the ranks of the nobles, but he was just a dog of the Qin family." ”
Great Xia has been established for 5,000 years, and there is only one person who is known as the Holy Emperor, and that is Qin Cangyu, the Taishang Emperor.
He is the highest person in the royal family in the past dynasties, and Zhao Tiangang of Tianjimen, Xihe of Southern Xinjiang, Zhou Aotian of the Temple, and Li Shangyin of the Confucius Tower are known as the five great saints of the world.
Although Long Eighteen's words were said easily, Ye Haotian knew that Qin Cangyu was a master with the cultivation of the late Seven Realms, and the person who was qualified to be a close attendant to the saint was not as simple as 'some power', and his status was even higher than that of the marquis at some times, and it was no wonder that in the face of the other party's ridicule, although Long Eighteen was angry, he only ridiculed each other and did not do it directly.