Chapter 1107: Regret!

Clap clap clap...

He Pingsheng clapped his hands, picked up a ring, and then took a brand-new Daoist robe from his own ring and put it on.

With the judge staring in a daze, He Pingsheng walked slowly out of the arena.

Outside, it was still very noisy.

Not many people had been paying attention to the competition between He Pingsheng and Liang Zihe.

Except for the people from Mount Kunwu and the Red Lotus Immortal Valley.

"Congratulations!"

"Nephew He, you won!"

Xi Qingsheng looked at He Pingsheng with envy.

He Pingsheng smiled.

Suolin reached out and pulled He Pingsheng to sit beside her: "Why did you win so fast? I just saw you two hadn't fought, and in the blink of an eye, you two were already done!"

"What about Liang Zihe? Why don't I see him?"

He Pingsheng smiled: "Liang Zihe? He's already turned into fragments; don't ever think about him walking out of that Cave Heaven Immortal Talisman."

"Ah..."

Everyone was shocked.

At this moment, everyone had to re-evaluate He Pingsheng's strength.

"He Pingsheng..." Just then, an angry voice came roaring, gritted through teeth. He saw the short, fat, black Fatty Yun Zhongzi had arrived at the Red Lotus Immortal Valley camp, his body trembling, pointing a finger at He Pingsheng: "You... you... you deserve to die... you actually killed Liang Zihe?"

"Do you know he was a genius rarely seen in Mount Kunwu in one hundred thousand years?"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zing...

In his rage, Yun Zhongzi directly unsheathed his precious sword, seemingly forgetting this was an arena.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

The next moment, six golden lights flashed, and six people landed beside Yun Zhongzi from six different directions.

"No fighting!"

"This immortal, what do you intend to do?"

"In the City Lord's Mansion, if you dare to use force, don't blame us for striking you down!"

It turned out to be the guard team responsible for maintaining order in the arena from the City Lord's Mansion.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..." This Yun Zhongzi finally calmed down slowly. Panting heavily, he said: "He cheated, I'm reporting him for cheating!"

"If it weren't for cheating, he definitely couldn't have beaten our Liang Zihe!"

He Pingsheng smiled without a word!

However, since Yun Zhongzi raised the question, the footage of the entire battle process was eventually brought out and handed directly to Yun Zhongzi.

Yun Zhongzi watched it over and over three or five times, but couldn't find any flaws, so he had to give up with a dark face.

Of course, he just stopped accusing He Pingsheng of cheating, but if he wanted to let it go, that was already impossible.

After returning to their residence, Yun Zhongzi took a deep breath and said: "Being able to use one's body to resist the power of Liang Zihe's 【Dragon-Phoenix Combined Strike】 and remain unscathed; then killing Liang Zihe with one punch—this fellow named He Pingsheng at the ninth layer of the Human Immortal Stage is definitely not simple!"

"I even suspect that the Caiyu Biyun Xianzi who impersonated our Mount Kunwu cultivators might have something to do with him!"

"Think about it, who would think to impersonate our Mount Kunwu?"

"To impersonate Mount Kunwu, one must at least be quite familiar with us!"

"Thinking about it this way, He Pingsheng is highly likely!"

"This person must not be left alive!"

There were nine other disciples in front of Yun Zhongzi.

These nine Mount Kunwu disciples had all come to participate in the Grand Competition, but unfortunately, they were eliminated in the four basic stages and thus missed the real Grand Competition.

After hearing Yun Zhongzi's analysis, everyone nodded in agreement.

Yun Zhongzi looked at one of them: "Gao Yu, you hurry back to the sect and report He Pingsheng's situation to the Biyun Laozu. The Biyun Laozu will naturally send people to eliminate this He Pingsheng!"

"Yes!" The immortal named Gao Yu took a jade slip and hurried out of the city.

"What?"

In the Bai Yun Immortal Sect camp, an old man with white hair and beard looked at the disciple in front of him in disbelief: "You mean to say Liang Zihe was killed?"

"And it only took one move?"

"And this person is a disciple of the Red Lotus Immortal Valley?"

"Yes, Master!" the disciple in front said respectfully: "This person is a disciple of the Red Lotus Immortal Valley, named He Pingsheng, with a cultivation base at the ninth layer of the Human Immortal Stage!"

"He is very strong!"

"Moreover, according to Mount Kunwu's speculation, this fellow is highly likely the one who impersonated Caiyu Biyun Xianzi!"

"What?" This time, the Elder of the Bai Yun Immortal Sect jumped up: "I understand... I will report to the sect immediately... no, no... you arrange the following competitions, I will return to the sect immediately to ask the Biyun Laozu how to deal with this!"

In the City Lord's Mansion, there was a towering black palace.

This was the usual residence of Vice City Lord Wu Zhanyun.

On this day, the array of the black palace was opened layer by layer, and a young man walked inside.

"Grandfather..." Wu Xiu bowed respectfully to his grandfather Wu Zhanyun.

The kind of respect that went to the bone.

"Hmm..." Wu Zhanyun, sitting on a meditation cushion, opened his eyes: "Is everything handled?"

"Handled, Grandfather!" Wu Xiu said: "The registration is complete, and Lord Qingyu has also agreed to my direct entry quota. We are just waiting for the competition to end to head to Star Emperor City!"

"Hehehehe..." Wu Zhanyun stroked his beard with a smile: "That's good, that's good... Once you reach Star Emperor City, show a little performance, and I will secretly assist you to raise your ranking. You don't need to enter the top one hundred; if you can pass two rounds, you can become an outer disciple of Lord Star Emperor!"

"By then, your future will naturally be smooth sailing!"

"Yes, thank you, Grandfather!" There was no joy on Wu Xiu's face; instead, he said with heavy worry: "However, there is one more thing!"

"That He Pingsheng actually defeated his opponent and entered the next round!"

"The key is, he killed his opponent with one punch!"

"What?" Wu Zhanyun's brow furrowed slightly, then he said: "I didn't expect this brat to have some talent, but it doesn't matter. He only won one match, it's nothing."

"Go!"

Wu Zhanyun waved his hand, and Wu Xiu left the palace.

The next day!

Wu Xiu arrived again.

"Grandfather... He Pingsheng won another match, and he defeated his opponent with one punch again!"

"Grandfather, He Pingsheng won the third round. This time, his opponent is someone you know—the grand-disciple of Lord Qingyu of the City Lord's Mansion, the recognized genius of our City Lord's Mansion, Biyun Xianzi Moyu. Biyun Xianzi Moyu is someone expected to enter the top one hundred!"

"Grandfather... He Pingsheng won again, he has already entered the fifth round!"

"Grandfather... He Pingsheng has entered the seventh round..."

"Grandfather... He Pingsheng defeated the number one genius of the City Lord's Mansion, Lu Wenting, and entered the top ten..."

Bang...

Crack!

Wu Zhanyun, who had been indifferent all these days, felt his body shudder violently upon hearing the news that He Pingsheng had entered the top ten. A teacup on the tea table in front of him fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Sigh..." A deep sigh came: "I regret it... I regret it..." ===== CHAPTER 1108 =====