The young Daoist pondered in front of Yan Yun and the others for a moment, and left with two hundred and eighty spirit stones satisfied.

He probably wondered if there was anything wrong with these seven people, and he made it very clear that he asked them to buy one by one, but the four of them were like crazy, and each of them bought seven bets with the same bet amount.

When he figured out that three of the four would participate in the next competition, he could only wish them a victory, but he didn't think so in his heart.

As the saying goes, there is a mountain and a mountain high, where do these people get the confidence to ensure that they win in the next game?

These four people watched the battle from the seats on the first order, and the competition events they participated in were at the fourth, fifth, and seventh levels, so they didn't think they could participate in the competition with the lower-ranking monks, right?

When he turned back to look at this strange group of friends, the monkey with the face of Lei Gong and the white-fronted tiger man with hanging eyes were actually refining a shield-shaped magic weapon with the same shape on their seats.

This temporary posture of holding Buddha's feet made him stunned, can this magic weapon that has just been cultivated be able to send and receive freely?

Anyway, he couldn't think about it, and after leaving the four of them for a distance, he shook his head to himself.

"Senior brother...... Bet? ”

Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten his job, and his goal turned to a first-order monk who looked rather arrogant.

At this time, one of the seven sails hanging above Zhu Xiu's head emitted a dazzling light, blue and shining, radiating the entire martial arts arena.

It was like a signal, and the repairs who were talking to each other or busy betting stopped and looked up together.

"The competition will start at the beginning of the hour, and the disciples should hurry up and prepare......"

A neutral man's voice rang out.

The projection of the sundial immediately appeared on the display screen in the test room, and the diagonal shadow indicated that the time was not far away.

Yanhe stood up from his disciple's seat, released his divine sense, and looked around.

As a newly promoted monk to the Lingtai Realm, he had little heart to teach his disciples, and focused his main energy on obtaining resources and improving his mana.

Even if there were fourteen disciples under his seat to participate in the Soul Snatching Meeting, he couldn't spare time, so he was only going to meet with his disciples before the official competition and talk about the exercises and spells, as well as which mountains their opponents came from, what characteristics of the spells and what they needed to pay attention to.

Unexpectedly, there was one less disciple gathered around him, and he was nowhere to be seen for a long time, and he looked at the list, and he still couldn't remember who this name "Yan Yun" was.

However, this Yan Yun participated in the seventh-order competition, which was extraordinary, and if he won, he would be able to put gold on the master's face, so he had to find out.

Of course, he was not afraid that Yan Yun would avoid the battle or run away, in the Nanshan Sect, no one dared to do this, and no one could bear the consequences of getting up and dying.

Finally, he saw someone standing up when he met his divine consciousness and bowed to him from afar.

Yan He looked at him and the three people around him, and finally remembered, isn't this the talisman master disciple?

"Why are you here, don't you know that this seat is here?" Yanhe looked serious and asked in a voice.

So, he saw Yan Yun and a little flying man like burning their butts, unfolding the light body technique, and quickly approached his side.

"Disciple Yanyun, disciple Qingcicada, meet the master ......"

When the two of them approached, they hurriedly saluted.

Yan He didn't even look at the green cicada, his eyes fell on Yan Yun, and he couldn't help but be surprised to see that he had an extraordinary bearing, and he didn't have any fear or nervousness in the face of the big battle.

"In addition to making talismans, have you ever grasped the cultivation of the exercises and spells of this sect? How far can you drive sword energy? Yan He guessed that since this disciple was a talisman master, his energy was likely to be focused on this path, so he neglected his own cultivation, and if he encountered an ordinary opponent, he might be able to deal with it, but once he encountered a strong enemy, he would probably not be able to do it.

"Back to the master, the disciple is not good at using the sword." Yan Yun told the truth.

"What?" Yan He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed at himself, "Hehe, the disciples of this seat can't use swords, are you trying to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?" ”

"The disciple doesn't dare, it's just that he's not good at using swords, but it's not that he hasn't participated in research." Yan Yun explained.

"What's the difference, this sect is a sword sect!" Yan He's face was full of anger, he pointed at Yan Yun, and reprimanded, "The bow and arrows on your back look like scrap metal, don't you want to use these two things to compete with your peers?" ”

"Don't hide it from the master, for ordinary opponents, the disciple's talisman can deal with it."

"Hehe, do you know who the first disciple to fight against you is?"

"I have checked the list, the disciples are ranked in the fourth game, and the senior brother who is fighting is Senior Brother Xiong Qi from Gumo Mountain."

"Do you know what kind of miscellaneous science Hamoto is good at?"

"This ...... The disciple really doesn't know. ”

"Hmph, this seat tells you, this peak is good at formations, and your talisman technique may not be able to please you!"

"Please also ask the master for advice." Yan Yun knew very well the power of the formation, the formation and the talisman could be said to kill each other, if he could take this opportunity to gain a little skill in dealing with the formation mage, it would also be a good thing.

However, the way of the formation and the way of the talisman are generally the essence of the vast sea of miscellaneous science, and not everyone can grasp it.

Even if it is Yanhe himself, he has not yet started with these two techniques, and he has only made small achievements in refining weapons, so what high theory can he put forward?

"That's why this seat is asking you, whether you should hurry up and cultivate the exercises and spells of this sect, it takes time for the formation to start, and in a moment, if you can strike first and gain the upper hand, you may be invincible."

Yan He really didn't have the best way to deal with the array mage, but after all, he was a Lingtai Mirror Cultivator, and his vision was higher than that of ordinary people, and the method of battle he said could still hit the nail on the head.

Of course, his method must be based on a premise, that is, Yan Yun must be quite accomplished in exercises and techniques, otherwise everything will be lost.

This requirement is too difficult for a talisman maker.

It's just that Yanhe himself probably didn't expect that Yan Yun was just the hidden alternative.

"Thank you for your advice." Yan Yun thanked him from the bottom of his heart this time.

"Hmm......" Yan He finished speaking, flicked his sleeves, and flew towards the stands in the center.

The central stands are all Lingtai realm monks on each mountain, and according to the realm division, they are divided into three levels, with the most beginner monks sitting on the lower level.

Before Yanhe could take his seat, he suddenly heard an old voice coming from above his head.

"Yanhe, it's almost time to fight, you're still chattering with your disciples, don't you still want to win?"

Yanhe looked up, isn't this old man who speaks not Gu Mo himself!

In the realm, Gu Mo was one level higher than Yan He, and he was a middle-level monk in the Lingtai Realm, and his tone of voice seemed a little light.

Yan He was dissatisfied in his heart, and it was inconvenient to show it, but he smiled and hugged his fists and said: "Senior Brother Kuma, forgive me, my disciples can't compare with the disciples under the command of Senior Brother, but if you don't do your best, you will inevitably be suspected of not respecting Senior Brother enough." ”

"Haha, that's right, even the ghost thinks he's coaxing him when he hears it!" Gu Mo sneered, "The disciple who just talked to you is called Yan Yun, right, my personal disciple has a gap with him, begging me to find a way to get him revenge for a while, you wait to see a good show." ”

Yan He chuckled in his heart, this Yan Yun almost couldn't even remember who it was, but Gu Mo already knew everything about it, so it was a bit hanging.

Of course, as a beginner cultivator of the Lingtai Realm, he is not as good as a higher-level senior brother in terms of martial arts, and it is normal for the disciples he teaches to lose in the competition, but he can hold on a little more, which can be regarded as giving him a long face and fighting for anger.

Gu Mo's exit has obviously been aimed at Yan Yun for a long time, and he must have done a thorough investigation of his details in private, which is more targeted.

In this way, wouldn't Yan Yun even have half a chance of winning?

Yan He scolded secretly in his heart, and he was helpless, so he could only hope that Yan Yun could survive one more round without losing face, even if he was blessed!

He swept the stands of the seventh order of the Condensation Qi Realm, found the location of Yan Yun and Qing Cicada, and then looked around, and found a pair of hateful eyes from the crowd, which fell on Yan Yun's back, like tarsal bones!

Come to think of it!

Isn't this the disciple who had a conflict with Yan Yun when he was guarding the sect's formation, and was stopped by himself?

It turned out to be a personal disciple of Kuma!