Chapter 642 The main striking

"The Seven Martial Arts will be eliminated, and the winner is Qingxin Martial Arts Hall!"

When the referee's loud notification sounded, Kuisheng was still lying in the shape of a "big" under the stage, looking confused.

After a brief silence, the audience began to burst into warm cheers. Many disciples of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall jumped onto the seats and threw the water bottles in their hands into the air again and again. Although Yang Chao was the most restrained, he couldn't help but clenched his fists heavily, his face full of relief.

Although the following games also caused a lot of shouts from everyone, there was no match for the sensation of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall. Even Li Binghe, known as the "newcomer king", was suppressed by Ye Shuo on this day.

Ning Bufan and others looked at Ye Shuo again, and they were no longer just admiration, but just worshiping them as if they were looking for miracles.

Since participating in the competition, they are not afraid of losing in any game. Only today is their victory so easily, and they have become the focus of attention. As a mortal martial arts hall, they have been ridiculed by the spiritual cultivation sects these days, and now they are finally completely proud!

As a result of the final selection, the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall was nominated for the long-term, and the Bayi Sect where Li Binghe was also in it. As for the remaining selected sects, Ye Shuo did not understand and did not want to pay too much attention.

When the scene ended, the disciples of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall surrounded Ye Shuo, asking about his well-being, and competing to treat him to a meal. Ye Shuo smiled and refused again and again, but he could not stop the enthusiasm of the crowd. Some of the disciples' tears in their eyes had not even been wiped dry, which made Ye Shuo feel a little moved while helpless.

Although they are mortals and are extremely small in the eyes of spiritual practitioners, their pursuit and yearning for a better life will not be worse than that of anyone in the world. And they are so easy to satisfy. If those high-ranking figures are willing to stop their pace and pay more attention to these mortals, perhaps the era of harmonious coexistence between spiritual practitioners and mortals will eventually come.

Yang Chao finally walked up: "Brother Ye, you have made great contributions this time! You and Bufan and others will go back first. Qingxin and I will go to the referee to clear the matter. We will prepare a celebration banquet for you tonight."

Ye Shuo was a little confused: "What else do you need to clear? Haven't I already won?"

After his question, Yang Chao's expression suddenly became a little lonely. He wanted to vaguely pass by, but Yang Qingxin, who was beside him, bit his lip, looked around, and then spoke in a low voice.

"You don't know that such a competition has always been a channel for government officials at all levels to make money. That's why they delay the competition for so long. To register for the competition, they had to pay the fee, and after winning each game, they would not allow you to participate in the next game.

During this period, the senior brothers in the martial arts hall have been saving money for several months in order to make up for the competition. Brother Bufan and others have also taken out a lot of their savings. My mother and I have no other specialties, so weaving and embroidery every night and then selling them at the market..."

When Yang Qingxin said this, Ye Shuo subconsciously glanced at her finger. The originally soft green jade fingers were covered with a lot of blood scabs. It was thought that they were all caused by a hurry to work while embroidery. So during this period, they were always in a hurry, and they must have run around to make up for the competition.

"You won't have to work so hard in the future." Withdrew your gaze, Ye Shuo raised his head resolutely, "I have some savings here, although it's not a lot, but there's no problem to support you after participating in these games." As he said that, he had already taken out a storage bag and handed it directly to Yang Chao.

Yang Chao subconsciously refused and said, "Why are you so embarrassed? You have helped us a lot!" Ning Bufan and others also agreed, and Yang Qingxin bit his lips timidly, with a worry on his face after causing trouble. Obviously, he regretted that he was quick-talking for a while and caused trouble for his benefactor.

Seeing that they were determined, Ye Shuo could only deliberately look stern: "If you don't accept it, I won't participate in the next competition."

At this point, Yang Chao had no choice but to take it over. He weighed the weight of the spirit stone in his bag, and thanked him again.

In each of the next games, Ye Shuo would deliberately show his strength slightly lower than his opponent when he was on the court, and after the official match, he easily turned defeat into victory. In recent days, no one could see through his true realm. However, the name of this strange player gradually spread among all sects. Even Li Binghe began to pay attention to him.

The competition was one after another, the arena was getting bigger and bigger, and the hosted towns became more and more luxurious. But equally, the cost of delivering after each promotion was getting more and more expensive.

In this way, Ye Shuo led the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall to the finals.

It has to be said that although these sects were selected one after another, the level of the players was really the same. The strongest people they met so far are still hovering at the Qi Condensation Level. The small country and small sects have indeed achieved limited achievements. Perhaps those disciples who came out of the sect also looked at them with this kind of perspective at the time.

The opponent in the finals is really an enemy, but he is actually a domineering sect again.

It is said that Li Binghe has a family support behind him. Although he is not ranked in the entire spiritual continent, he is already one of the best in such a small country. Therefore, he can exert strength far beyond his level in the Qi Condensation Level. It is said that in the days approaching the finals, he is trying hard to take pills and make up for it.

No matter what Li Binghe can make up for, Ye Shuo doesn't care. Even if he eats until he's over, can he still be promoted to the Qi cultivation level in just a few days?

As for his side, after participating in the first game, he could finally go to the market to buy healing pills openly. When he returned to the martial arts hall, he sat cross-legged for a long time, exerting his devouring power to absorb spiritual energy, and no longer had to avoid everyone. In his daily life, besides fighting and practicing, he probably would sometimes guide the disciples in the hall who were looking forward to it.

Under this orderly rhythm, Ye Shuo's strength gradually returned to the level of energy. At the same time, the hidden injuries in his body also tended to improve, and the subsequent improvement of the realm should be much smoother than before.

The day before the finals, Ye Shuo came to the martial arts hall as usual. Today, the hall was particularly lively, with a group of disciples gathering in groups, and were discussing something enthusiastically.

"Have you heard of it? The referee of tomorrow's game will be personally led by the top genius of Qianyuan Sect!"

"Although when recruiting subordinate forces in the past, the Qianyuan Sect headquarters would send people to the last game, the top genius always practiced in seclusion, and this kind of thing has never been done to him. This time he will preside over it himself. Does it mean that our performance is particularly excellent? The Qianyuan Sect headquarters attaches great importance to us?"

Ye Shuo snorted in his heart. He was so fed up. No matter where he went, he seemed to be unable to escape the halo of the great genius. However, when he heard "excellent performance", he made a special trip to sit up a little straight and waited for everyone's eyes to turn to him again.

However, the following topic was more intensely surrounding Mo Gucheng. Everyone emptied the gossip in their stomachs, saying how old he had entered the spiritual cultivation world, how old he had entered the Tongtian realm, and had never suffered a defeat in a hundred battles... Ye Shuo sat next to him for a long time, and was always regarded as transparent by everyone. These people seemed to have forgotten who had been fighting for them during this period, which gave them the glory they had today?

With a heavy snorting, Ye Shuo could no longer listen, so he stood up and walked away quickly.

His back was soon drowned out by another wave of praise for Mo Gucheng.

Finals day.

The game was held in the capital, and the referee table in front of the arena was extended a lot, and the royal family members also arrived a lot. This special welcome scene was obviously prepared for the great genius.

Standing in the crowd, Ye Shuo was in a scarce interest. He knew very well that Mo Gucheng had always held a grudge against him for his brother's business. This time the competition was hosted by him personally, and he was probably going to be worn again.

But today, people in the whole country seem to be unable to get along with him. The more Ye Shuo didn't want to hear about that person, the more noisy the screams and cheers in the square were.

The man from Mo Gucheng seemed to have become the world's largest celebrity at once. Not only were the people of the entire capital almost all arrived, but many residents from far and near towns rushed to the capital thousands of miles to see the true face of the great genius. It is said that some people came to queue up a few days ago, determined to get the best viewing position.

The atmosphere in the audience was too chaotic. Every street around was squeezed out by the enthusiastic people. In the end, even the official guards were dispatched, holding spears and running around martial law. It took several hours to stabilize the order on the scene.

The fanatical worship of idols seemed to make them feel endless enthusiasm. Ye Shuo felt exhausted, and a high decibel scream suddenly broke out from the team, and then the scream continued to expand and quickly spread throughout the square.

At the other end of the ring, at the end of the dark crowd, Mo Gucheng, surrounded by several disciples of Qianyuan Sect, walked proudly. The guards beside him had to raise their spears again and again to stop the people who were rushing forward crazy. Such power and aura, even if the king came in person, was nothing more than that.

Despite being in the focus of attention, Mo Gucheng's expression was always cold as before. He walked straight to the referee table, shook hands with several royal members, and then raised his robe, like a royal sitting down. Such casual actions caused a boiling momentum.

The disciple of Qianyuan Sect who was accompanying sat beside him. After the royal representative delivered a speech, he took the speaker and made a brief pre-match explanation. Mo Gucheng did not say a word, and he didn't even look at the crowd on all sides. It seemed that the referee of this game was still the disciple who accompanied him, and Mo Gucheng came here just as a special guest.

Ye Shuo didn't even hear a word. He felt that his ears were almost deafened by the screams around him. There were also a large number of young girls squeezing forward, trying to wave to Mo Gucheng, hoping to attract him to look at him more.

Yang Qingxin also joined the carnival team, and tried his best to tiptoe to Mo Gucheng, his little face flushed with excitement. Ye Shuo could no longer hold back the dissatisfaction and frowned and said, "Do you admire him too?"

After Yang Qingxin nodded quickly and then joined the screaming team again, Ye Shuo snorted and said angrily: "But he will not make your martial arts school advance because of your admiration."

As soon as these jealous words were spoken, Ye Shuo felt a little petty.

A girl who should be worshipping herself is now worshipping her enemies... But if you think about it carefully, from the perspective of hero worship, Mo Gucheng is indeed much better than himself now, so Yang Qingxin's performance is understandable.

A few of the discussions from the audience also came to Mo Gucheng's ears.

"He is the youngest Tongtian realm powerhouse, right?"

"The youngest strong man in Tongtian Realm now should be the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor. And I heard that the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor is also very handsome!"

Mo Gucheng's eyelids twitched slightly here and soon returned to normal.

This time I went to this remote area to host the ring, because the master was worried that he would be affected by the last gift, so he wanted to give him a chance to come out and relax. Although he thanked his master for his kindness... he was actually fine.

If he is really so easily shaken by foreign objects, it will be impossible to reach such a state at this age... If someone surpasses himself, then he must work harder, that's all.

The brief description before the game finally ended. The disciple of Qianyuan Sect took a deep breath and announced loudly: "This game will be played against Bayimen from Qingxin Martial Arts Hall!"

Ye Shuo and Li Binghe walked onto the ring from both sides. After the two bowed politely, Ye Shuo turned to see Mo Gucheng at the first time. He wanted to know what kind of expression would he have when he was standing in front of him?

However, Mo Gucheng looked at him with a strange look. The absolute coldness and indifference seemed to be no different from any audience here. He seemed to have completely forgotten the holidays between them.

Ye Shuo snorted coldly in his heart. He pretended to be like him!

Looking up at Li Binghe, Ye Shuo also showed the strength of the Qi Condensation Level.

He is not going to do this game like before. If he wins too easily, he may be wronged and cheated. He should beat him slowly first...

On the other side, Li Binghe had already burst out of spiritual power, rushed towards him quickly, and launched a series of attacks like lightning.

These two people were once known as favorites to win the championship in previous games, and the two "newcomer kings" were finally going to officially compete here!

While dismantling Li Binghe's offensive, Ye Shuo's eyes also glanced at Mo Gucheng on the referee table from time to time. Now for him, it is not difficult to win this game, but the difficult thing is to win this game in front of this person...win this game!
Chapter completed!