When the last ring was over, all the disciples immediately dispersed and left.

The monks who won the competition went to ponder their opponents who performed well in the ring, those who lost the competition sighed and sighed and drank to drown their sorrows, and some disciples honestly went back to sleep, waiting for the early tomorrow to come and join in the fun.

The stewards in charge of the ring gathered in the main hall to discuss some matters, and the head of Yu smiled and said his hard work to the monk in charge of the ring, and promised that after the end of the competition, each person would be given ten medium-grade spirit stones as a reward.

Some details were discussed in the main hall, and the stewards also left the main hall and returned to the cave one after another.

The square-faced monk stepped on the spirit boat and came to a huge waterfall, where an old monk with gray hair had been waiting for a long time.

"And Senior Brother!" the square-faced man saw the old man's face clearly, and bowed suspiciously.

"Senior Brother Qiu, won't you invite me to your cave mansion to sit?" the old man said with a smile.

As soon as the square-faced man heard this, he took out a red array disk from his arms, and a spiritual power hit it, only to see that the water curtain suddenly separated out of thin air.

"Please!" the square-faced monk made a gesture of please, and flew in first.

The old man followed into the water curtain, and saw a black stone door in the water curtain, and the square-faced monk opened it and the two walked in.

The cave looks very shabby, with only a few rough stone benches and a stone table.

"With Senior Brother, Senior Brother is busy cultivating on weekdays, and the cave is a little shabby, please forgive Senior Brother!" said the square-faced man who took out the spiritual tea and poured a cup.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Qiu's heart to the Tao is very strong, and the foolish brother admires it!" the old man took a sip of spiritual tea and praised.

The square-faced monk sat on the stone bench beside him and asked straight to the point: "Senior brother's family has always been busy, there must be something to do when you come to look for me, and please ask Senior Brother to say it's okay!"

He took a sip of fragrant tea with the old man and put it on the stone table, and said lightly: "I want to ask my junior brother to do me a small favor in the ring." ”

"Ring match?" the square-faced monk's brow furrowed.

"Senior brother, don't worry, of course senior brother won't let you do anything too embarrassing, I just want you to use your power to facilitate my nephew and grandson to draw weaker monks in your ring. The old man surnamed He said with a smile.

"Senior brother, this—" The square-faced man's expression became cloudy.

With the old man surnamed patting the storage bag, a crimson bead appeared in the palm of his hand, and the temperature in the cave house on the stone table instantly increased by three points.

"It's... Red Flame Bead?" the square-faced monk's face changed slightly, and he was slightly excited.

"Senior Brother Qiu has been in the middle stage of foundation building for some years, this red flame pearl can make your true fire more refined, if junior brother encounters another opportunity, breaking through the late stage of foundation building is just around the corner. The old man's words were full of temptation.

The square-faced monk snorted coldly when he heard this, his face turned cold, and he seemed to be unmoved, but his erratic eyes revealed the desire in his heart.

"Senior Brother Qiu, this is not a difficult thing, I just want my nephew to enter the thousand places safely. The old man with the surname He saw that he was a little moved, and used a pleading tone.

"That's it, I'll help Senior Brother with this!" After thinking about it for a while, the square-faced monk knew that there should be a lot of such shady transactions, and it was not a big deal for him to do it. Coupled with the extreme desire for the red flame bead, he nodded and agreed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qiu!" the old man saw that he had achieved it, and Jing Chi Yanzhu pushed it over.

The square-faced monk glanced at the storage bag and asked with a soothing expression, "How does Senior Brother want to arrange it?"

"I also heard in today's ring, a monk of the tenth layer of qi refining was chased by a monk of the eighth layer of qi refining, what is the name of the monk?" asked the old man surnamed He, who asked with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Called... Han Yu!" replied after a moment's thought.

"Then let my nephew and Chong meet him in the second round. !" said the old man casually.

"Well, junior brother will arrange it!" said the square-faced monk with a smile.

.....

Han Yu went to the wooden hall first, accompanied the old man and the ugly aunt as usual, and told everything he had seen and heard today.

"Han Mazi, I'm going to watch it the next time you compete in the ring!"

Han Yu didn't answer and smiled without saying a word, and the ugly aunt hurriedly begged the old man when she saw this, only to hear the old man smile and say, "Okay, grandpa will take you to see the excitement in two days." ”

Seeing that it was already dark, Han Yu said goodbye and returned to the hut, lying on the stone bed and remembering the tricky opponents he had seen today, silently thinking about how to deal with them when he met them.

Early the next morning, some anxious disciples came to the ring at the top of the mountain to wait.

When the time came, when the head of Yu led a group of foundation-building monks to the capital jade platform, there was no need to say anything, and Dabi opened it again.

Maybe it was because yesterday's ring was not fierce enough, and the smell of gunpowder was filled with the ring early in the morning, and the fight was unusually fierce.

Han Yu followed behind a group of old disciples, they knew whose disciple's cultivation was strong, whose family had any treasures, and following them was definitely much stronger than his own blind rotation.

At this time, Han Yu was standing under the ring, looking at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl on the stage with some surprise.

This girl's cultivation is only ten layers of qi refining, and she is holding a small silver bell in her hand that can't stop shaking, his opponent is a disciple who has completed qi refining, but at this moment he is in pain, holding his head and rolling desperately on the ground.

"Ahh

As soon as the girl heard this, she put away the bell, only to see that the disciple who had perfected the qi refining had slowed down for a long time before standing up, and his mouth and nose were full of blood.

"Tu Min wins!"

Hearing the disciple shout out the words of admitting defeat, the Tsukiji monk removed the shield and announced loudly.

"The Soul Shock Bell of the Butcher is really extraordinary!"

"Hmph, our monks in the Qi refining period will only be injured by this bell if their divine sense is weak, this thing is a joke in the eyes of the foundation building monks!"

"The Tu family can occupy a seat every year with the Soul Shaking Bell, and the head doesn't care!"

"Why should the boss care?

After watching this competition, Han Yu also gasped in his heart, and silently thought about how to deal with it.

"Senior Sister Tu, your Tu family can occupy the top ten seats every year with this bell, which has already caused dissatisfaction among many low-level cultivators. ”

On the jade platform, the head of Yu saw the results of this battle, and saw many disciples talking about it, frowning and saying.

"Senior Brother in charge, there is no reason why the Soul Bell is a treasure in my family!" A hot-looking female cultivator retorted unceremoniously, "If the head of the sect gives me two Tsukidan and two places to enter the inner gate every year, my Butcher family will not need this bell!"

"Hmph, even if the Tu family has this bell and enters the top ten, it's just a Tsukidan, junior sister, don't be too greedy!" the white-haired beautiful woman said with a cold snort.

"Although the Soul Suppression Bell is extremely sharp, it's not that there is no way to crack it, it's just that the low-level disciples don't know it! The wrinkled old woman also echoed lightly.

The head of Yu shook his head, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, only to hear the spicy female cultivator sneer: "Do you think that my disciple of the slaughter family has only one means?"

When he said this, the atmosphere on the jade platform became a little depressed, and he could only turn his eyes at the white-faced scholar, and suddenly exclaimed: "Look at it!"

The group of foundation building monks shifted their gaze to the ring in the southwest corner, only to see a pitch-black cloud in the sky, with faint lightning flashing on it.

"Thunder Attribute Spirit Vein!"

Seeing that dark cloud, all the foundation building monks were taken aback, and several impatient foundation building monks flew towards the ring.

I saw that the eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy in the ring, sweating against a tall bald man, saw that every time he wanted to summon thunder and lightning to strike, the strong man would break with the black hook lock in his hand, and slowly forced the young man into a corner.

The young man gritted his teeth and pointed his finger at the dark clouds in the sky, and the black and white light flashed, and a finger-thick lightning bolt fell.

The bald man was shocked, but the lightning bolt struck the shield, and the light shield shook endlessly.

The bald man smiled and wanted to rush forward, only to see a broken shout from the sky: "Stop!"

The bald man was shocked, and when he saw that the head of the house and the others were floating in the ring, he hurriedly gave a salute.

"You have won this ring!" said the head of Yu Da lightly, holding up the young man with a spiritual light, and a group of foundation building monks flew back to the jade platform.