Although he saw the colorful flag, Yun Que still couldn't understand what this thing was for.

On the top of the mountain, in addition to the disciples who fought with people just now, Xue Ziyi, Ma Yongniu, Wu Dachuan, Luo Xiaoyu and others were all there.

I just didn't help, but stood from a distance and watched the battle.

Without waiting for Yun Que to go over to say hello, he saw the disciple who guarded the flag stomped his feet angrily, rushed to the door of a bamboo house in the courtyard, and shouted:

"Peak Master! The flag array is broken, and we are left with the last flag!"

Purr, purr.

There was no one in the bamboo house to answer, and there was a burst of snoring.

The disciple's expression became more and more angry, both hands were trembling, and he took out the last colorful flag from behind his back and threw it on the ground, turned around and left.

"What a broken mountain! Not a single flag can be protected, so don't wait!"

scolded and went down the mountain, and it seemed that he was not going to come back.

Yun Que saw that it was inexplicable, what about this one, singing a big show?

Look at Xue Ziyi and others again.

Qi brushed his hands on his forehead, shook his head and sighed bitterly, even the most cheerful Luo Xiaoyu was also listless.

"Senior sister, who was that senior brother just now......" Yun Que walked closer and asked.

Xue Ziyi let out a long sigh and said:

"He is the last true disciple of Teng Yunfeng, and now everyone is gone, and only a few of us are left in the North Courtyard."

Yun Que's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

This is also too miserable, the entire Teng Yunfeng, just a true disciple, is still gone.

What kind of teacher is this!

Yun Que finally realized why Master Yin Tianxiao was so angry that he left the mountain gate and went to the Sword Palace to hide in Qingjing.

"Where's Uncle Shi?" Cloud lacks a way.

Xue Ziyi and the others looked at the bamboo house together, and the snoring sound inside was even, and people were drowsy when they heard it.

"We've been here for the past two days, and Uncle Shi has been sleeping." Ma Yong said helplessly.

"Two days of sleep?" Yun Que said strangely.

"Two days." Niu Bucai said with a bitter face: "Uncle Shi sleeps for years, he sleeps every year, I heard that he doesn't wake up once in a few years."

"There must be sleepy bugs on you." Luo Xiaoyu muttered in a low voice.

"Could it be that there is some strange disease?" Wu Dachuan guessed with a strange expression.

"Uncle Shi is like this, saying that he asked in a dream, sleep all day long, otherwise Shizun would not have left the mountain gate." Xue Ziyi said bitterly.

A few people, you said a word, and Yun Que gradually understood Teng Yunfeng's situation.

The Hundred Peaks of the Spirit Sword have peak masters, and the peak master before Teng Yunfeng is Yin Tianxiao, since Yin Tianxiao left the mountain gate, the position of the peak master has fallen on his junior brother Li Xianyun.

This Li Xianyun is a well-known freak of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Since the tie pill, he has fallen into a drowsy problem, sleeping all day and for a whole month, some people rumor that Li Xianyun was hit by thunder and broke his head, and Teng Yunfeng was also privately called Xianyun Peak.

Sleep is sleep, and people's cultivation is not left behind.

Li Xianyun was already a master in the late stage of the Yudan many years ago, but the higher his cultivation, the more fierce he slept.

At first, I slept all day and for a whole month, then I slept for a whole year, and now I don't wake up once in three or five years.

With such a way of sleeping, Teng Yun Peak naturally had no time to pay attention to the trivial matters, so that there were fewer and fewer disciples on the mountain, and most of them defected to other peak masters.

Yun Que came by chance today, just in time for the last disciple of Teng Yunfeng's true lineage to leave the sect.

At this point, Teng Yunfeng is left with a light pole peak master, and he still sleeps a lot all year long.

With such a peak master in charge, Teng Yunfeng will be a ghost if he can prosper.

Yun Que couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it.

No wonder Yin Tianxiao let himself talk, so that Li Xianyun had better sleep to death, Yun Que thought it was the teacher's angry words at the time.

It turns out that this uncle is really sleeping.

Picking up the colorful flags on the ground, Yun Que playfully said, "What's the use of this, why do others come to grab it."

"The Hundred Peaks Conference, also known as the Hundred Peaks Capture the Flag, is the annual event of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Xue Ziyi helped explain carefully.

The Baifeng Conference is the traditional event of the Spirit Sword Sect, which is equivalent to the annual martial arts conference.

Each mountain peak has ten colorful flags, and each peak can compete with each other at will, and in the face of challengers, it is not possible to close the door without fighting.

That is to say, as long as someone comes to capture the flag, they must fight, and if they lose, they have to give someone a colorful flag.

In order to prevent some weak peaks from being caught and not letting go of wool, the sect set a rule.

One peak cannot capture two flags.

Taking Teng Yunfeng as an example, one mountain peak can only capture one Teng Yunfeng colorful flag, and a disciple of the same mountain peak is not allowed to seize two Teng Yunfeng small flags.

The three waves of disciples who successfully captured the flag just now were all disciples of different peaks.

The usefulness of the colorful flag is equivalent to an identity token.

Only disciples with colorful flags can take the stage at the Baifeng Conference and participate in the battle between the disciples of Baifeng.

A total of 1,000 disciples participated in the Baifeng Conference.

The top 100, top 10, and top 3 rankings all have different degrees of rewards, and the higher the rankings, the more generous the rewards.

In particular, the rewards for the top three in the end are enough to make any monk in the foundation realm red-eyed.

In addition to the qualifications for stage competitions, the colorful flags also have a use.

Those who hold a small flag can enter the third floor of Wanrenlou within one year with a small flag and feel the sword intent for three days.

On the third floor of the Ten Thousand Towers, there is a sword qi that is extremely refined, and it is the place that all the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect dream of!

Countless disciples have improved their cultivation on the third floor of the Ten Thousand Towers, and the path of the sword has gone one step further.

Compared to the generous rewards of the Hundred Peaks Conference, the three-day cultivation qualification on the third floor of the Wan Ling Building was even more attractive to the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Due to the limited number of small flags issued for each peak, many disadvantaged peaks are often challenged to compete for this rare qualification, and even half of the ten small flags cannot be saved.

Teng Yunfeng is the worst.

Over the years, not to mention half of the small flags, not even one can be saved, and ten flags are lost every year.

For many years, it has been a long time since I have seen Teng Yunfeng's disciples at the Baifeng Conference.

"Wan Ling Lou 3rd Floor ......"

Yun Que squeezed the small colorful flag in his hand suddenly.

This flag, he wanted.

The Baifeng Conference Yun Que doesn't care, the sword qi in the Wan Ling Building is a good thing.

It can make other disciples feel the sword intent, indicating that the sword qi on the third floor of the Wan Ling Building is suitable for the disciples of the Foundation Building Realm.

After building the foundation, the sword qi that Yun Que needed became more and more huge, how could he miss such a great opportunity.

"Why didn't Senior Sister help just now?" Yun Que wondered.

"Each of the colorful flags has a flag array, we have just arrived, we don't understand the operation of the flag array, and helping without permission will add to the chaos."

Xue Ziyi frowned and said, "I'm afraid that the last flag can't be kept, there are many foundation disciples in the sect, among which there are countless masters, with these people in our North Courtyard, they can block one wave or two waves, and they can't stop the disciples of Baifeng."

The nine small flags in front offset the nine peaks, planed out Tengyun Peak, and there are still ninety peaks that no one has come.

Teng Yunfeng's small flag is equivalent to free, everyone wants to snatch one, but some people come first and some come later, in the eyes of Xue Ziyi and others, there is absolutely no way to keep one.

No matter how strong their junior disciples are, can they still compete with Baifeng's disciples?

People can fight in wheels, Teng Yunfeng has two or three big cats and kittens, how to block it.

"Keep it."

Yun Que said confidently, "Is it that our uncle will not wake up."

Xue Ziyi and the others nodded in unison.

"That'll be easy."

Yun Que said as he walked towards the bamboo house where the snoring sound was heard.