Chapter 195

"Senior Sister Wen Min, we should also have not seen each other for many years, how have you been recently?"

He Dazhi deliberately spoke loudly, which made Song Daren come back to his senses, and he hurriedly said:

"Junior Sister Wen, this is my fourth junior brother He Dazhi."

He introduced Wu Dayi, Zheng Dali, Lv Daxin, and Du Bishu one by one.

Immediately, the two groups of people started chatting, and the several junior sisters behind Wen Min very actively inquired about the news of the yellow-shirted youth.

Song Daren and the others felt speechless, guessing whether the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were a step late, so they coerced their own Senior Sister Wen Min to find them to do something to save the country.

Afterwards, the Longshou Peak lineage came to the square. They were all in white clothes, looking heroic, and even more arrogant, making people feel that they were worthy of being the most prosperous lineage except for the leader's lineage of Tongtian Peak, and the leader was Qi Hao.

At this time, Chu Yuhong, the proud disciple of Shang Zhengliang, the leader of Zhaoyang Peak, introduced to the yellow-shirted youth:

"He is Senior Brother Qi Hao of Longshou Peak. He lost to Xiao Yicai of the leader's lineage in the last martial arts tournament and became the runner-up of the martial arts tournament. I didn't expect him to come to participate in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament this time."

A young man with a tall stature, a disciple of Feng Hui Peak, named Peng Chang, reminded with a gentle face:

"Zhang Shidi, Senior Brother Qi has an immortal sword made of ten thousand years of ice crystals from the North Pole. If you meet him in the martial arts tournament, you must be careful."

After the two finished speaking, many senior sisters from other peaks behind the yellow-shirted youth spoke one after another, most of which meant that if they met, just try their best. You have only cultivated for a few years, and losing is an honor even if you lose.

"Thank you for your concern, senior brothers and sisters, but my luck has always been good, so I don't think I will run into Senior Brother Qi, a popular candidate for the championship, so soon." The yellow-shirted youth said with a smile.

A woman with a good face pursed her lips and smiled:

"Zhang Shidi, I thought you were going to say that your cultivation is also extraordinary. If you run into Senior Brother Qi, the outcome is still unknown, but you said that your luck is good."

Before the yellow-shirted youth could speak, Tian Ling'er on the side said:

"Even if my Little Junior Brother really meets Senior Brother Qi Hao, he will naturally not be weaker than others."

"Junior Sister Tian is full of confidence in Zhang Shidi." Another woman with a petite and gentle appearance said lightly:

"Unlike me, I only worry about whether Zhang Shidi will be injured in the competition."

Tian Ling'er's pretty face stagnated, and she heard another young woman with a heroic spirit say:

"Junior Sister Tian looks like she has been spoiled by Uncle Tian and Uncle Su since she was a child, and she must not know how to take care of people."

"Zhang Shidi, if you are injured in the competition, don't hold on hard. We are fellow disciples, no need to be too polite, just let me know, and I will come to take care of you."

Tian Ling'er felt that her whole person was not good, and said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes:

"Even if Little Junior Brother is injured, there is no need to trouble Senior Sister, our Dazhu Peak has its own spiritual pills and wonderful medicines."

"Spiritual pills and wonderful medicines are good, but they are not as thoughtful as people." Another gentle woman said:

"Furthermore, it's not that only Dazhu Peak has so-called spiritual pills and wonderful medicines."

Suddenly, the male disciples on the side only felt that their gentle conversation was full of swords and shadows, and the yellow-shirted youth in the middle was still as beautiful as jade, with eyes like dots of lacquer, an extraordinary immortal posture, as if he didn't understand the deep meaning of the words at all.

Chu Yuhong and Peng Chang looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds at the same time:

"Sometimes being too good-looking is not necessarily a good thing."

A sharp whistle suddenly came from the sky above the square, sounding like thunder, shaking the whole audience.

A Daoist from the Tongtian Peak lineage stepped on a red immortal sword and said:

"Fellow senior brothers, the leader and all the leaders have orders, please ask the senior brothers participating in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament to go to the Jade Purity Hall to speak."

In a moment, Tian Ling'er pulled the yellow-shirted youth away quickly:

"Little Junior Brother, don't hurry to follow me to the Jade Purity Hall, you are the person who can get the best ranking in the martial arts tournament in our Dazhu Peak lineage."

"Fellow senior brothers and sisters, sorry, take a step first." The yellow-shirted youth said helplessly, and was pulled away by Tian Ling'er.

The two walked to the end of the square first and stepped on a gorgeous, colorful, and beautiful stone bridge.

"Little Junior Brother, you are still young, remember from now on, talk less to senior sisters from other peaks who have ghosts in their hearts, otherwise you won't know if you are sold."

After Tian Ling'er said this solemnly, Song Daren and Wen Min brought their junior brothers and sisters over.

Song Daren began to introduce the people of Xiaozhu Peak to the two.

Following the disciples of the six peaks participating in the martial arts tournament, they boarded the Rainbow Bridge, and this beautiful Rainbow Bridge rose at a speed that seemed slow but extremely fast.

Not long after, they saw a magnificent hall standing on the top of the peak, and more than sixty people walked off the Rainbow Bridge and just passed by the Bishui Pool where the town mountain spiritual beast Water Qilin lived.

They saluted this sleeping giant one by one, and then stepped on the steps by the pool.

In the Jade Purity Hall, the gods of the Three Pure Ones are worshipped above.

Under the gods, seven sandalwood chairs are placed, three on the left and right, and one in the middle front,

I saw a Daoist wearing a dark green Daoist robe sitting on the front sandalwood chair, who was the leader of the Qingyun Sect, Patriarch Daoxuan, and the leaders of the six peaks were sitting on his left and right sides.

"Pay respects to the leader."

After the disciples saluted, Patriarch Cangsong, the leader of Longshou Peak with a solemn face, stood up and walked forward, and began to tell the long history of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

He also said that this martial arts tournament has increased in number, but because each peak has eight people, resulting in a total of sixty-three people participating, so they can only determine who will be empty and promoted when drawing the wax balls in the red wooden box.

Not long after, the disciples of each peak stepped forward to draw lots one by one.

After the Dazhu Peak lineage finished drawing, they looked at the note wrapped in the wax ball for the first time, but their expressions were a bit lost, and they didn't draw the number that could be empty and promoted.

Only the yellow-shirted youth looked at the number with a dumbfounded smile, only feeling that the luck of not needing to do any hands and feet was indeed not bad.

"Little Junior Brother, looking at your appearance, could it be that you drew it?" Tian Ling'er asked suspiciously.

"My luck has always been extremely good, drawing it is a matter of course."

After the yellow-shirted youth finished speaking, Patriarch Cangsong saw that everyone had finished drawing lots and asked:

"Who drew the number one sign?"

Zhuang Buran said unhurriedly:

"Reporting to Uncle Cangsong, Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, drew the number one sign."

Suddenly, everyone in the hall focused on the yellow-shirted youth.

The people above were shocked. When they were drawing lots just now, they were still wondering when such a brilliant disciple appeared in the sect. They wanted to ask about it later, but now they heard it and found that it was the orphan who was ordinary in the past.

Except for Patriarch Shuiyue, the leader of Xiaozhu Peak, who hadn't arrived at the beginning and didn't know about it, the others couldn't help but glance at Tian Buyi, who was overjoyed, and secretly thought to themselves:

"Is it that the feng shui of Dazhu Peak has suddenly become better and is very nourishing, or has Tian Buyi become a famous teacher who is good at teaching disciples, or is this Zhang Xiaofan a material covered in dust."

Among them, Patriarch Cangsong was the most uncomfortable in his heart. Although he picked up a genius, seeing Tian Buyi also get a disciple with good aptitude, he only felt that watching him make money was harder than losing money himself.

(End of chapter)