Some people were angry and hummed: "The battle for the Poxuan Realm will begin soon. By then, this kid will definitely be beaten!"
"Yes, he is playing with fire and burning himself!"
"If he hides again in the next round, he can get out..."
On the way Yang Di returned to the big tree, many people stared at him angrily. Some of the people who were preparing to participate in the battle in the Profound Realm seemed impatient and wanted to roll up their sleeves and teach Yang Di a lesson.
The competition in this round was equally fierce, with Mo Xianer, Gintama, Hairong and others all performing eye-catchingly.
However, the performance of that delicate little monk is even more eye-catching. This little monk is a bit shy and has a fair face. He looks like a very lovable little novice monk, but when he strikes, he is indeed very scary.
On his bald head, there is a "Swastika" Buddhist symbol flashing, and the golden glow is dazzling when he moves his hands and feet, like the reincarnation of a golden Arhat, incredibly powerful.
"This little novice monk has a terrifying physique and is born with Buddhism. He is uniquely blessed in this way." Taoist Qingzhong praised solemnly.
Old man Liu Yifan and the others were talking a lot, guessing that this was probably an ancient genius.
"He looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, how could he be so powerful?" Ning Yunzhu opened her mouth and exclaimed again and again.
"The cool little monk has his head shining brightly." Su Le commented seriously.
Old Man Zifeng wiped his sweat and said: "If he is really a genius from ancient times, he cannot be judged by common sense."
But in the end, the little monk who claimed to be Mengchen did not win the championship. He lost to a tall, exquisite and graceful woman in purple.
The woman was wearing a purple dress, with steaming clouds and mist on her body, her skin was white as snow, and she had a pair of big, deep and ethereal eyes, as if there was a celestial river flowing in her eyes.
She had a faint smile on her face from beginning to end, and she fought with the little monk Mengchen for nearly a hundred rounds, narrowly winning with half a move, and successfully won the first place.
"Little monk, you are very good. My sister thinks highly of you. I will work hard next time." The woman in purple had a pleasant voice and bright eyes. She looked at the little monk Mengchen with eyes full of admiration. Her voice was like a big sister giving guidance.
Maze.
The delicate little monk, with a blush on his fair face, whispered the Buddha's name, and left the Nine Immortals Terrace in the light curtain.
At this moment, the powerful men of the Ziyue Ancient Clan were all overjoyed. Zi Ling, the girl in purple clothes, even danced in celebration. Yin Ling laughed: "Sister, you are so powerful and domineering, so great!"
Next to the big tree, Ning Yunzhu saw the girl in purple and said angrily: "It turns out that her sister won the championship. It's really disappointing."
Zi Ling, a girl in purple clothes, seemed to have spotted him in the crowd, waving her pink fists in a show of force.
Ning Yunzhu was very angry, with bulging pink cheeks and an angry look.
When this crazy girl met for the first time, she had some arguments with the girl in purple. Later, they also had many quarrels at the monster house.
However, the two beautiful girls are obviously just competing on words, and there is no hatred in fact. Last time at the Monster Hall, the crazy girl even begged Yang Di for the Ziyue Ancient Clan. I think that Zi Ling is just a little girl at the moment.
It's just a small joke, nothing malicious.
"That woman's eyes are so powerful, they seem to be able to enchant people's soul." Yang Di said in wonder.
"This girl's name is Ziyu. She was born some time ago. She has collected various treasures for raising babies and has performed well." Elder Zhu reminded her.
"Then this clan is really powerful. With two monsters, they actually raised one monster in their mother's womb." Yang Di was amazed. This ancient clan really has a profound heritage.
After the battle for the Chongling Realm was settled, finally, under the great expectations, the battle for the leader of the Poxuan Realm began.
In fact, in the competition to be the leader of the nine realms, each realm is exciting, but the reason why Po Xuan realm has attracted much attention is naturally because there has been a secret brewing of gunpowder about this realm a long time ago.
To put it more directly, all this has something to do with Yang Di.
He, the only alchemist in the world, made a lot of noise when the Taoism Competition was approaching, and his reputation in the monastic world was extremely high for a while.
It was during this period that he, Ao Yi, the dazzling prodigy of the Ao family, and Feng Ge, the Feng family, declared war in advance to compete in the battle for the leader of the Poxuan Realm.
As a result, countless monks naturally want to witness the final result.
After the Dao Fighting Conference began, as Yang Di continued to be hacked and recruited, it would be an understatement to say that the attention he now receives is second to none.
Of course, most of that kind of attention is not well-intentioned. If a vote were held now, I am afraid that more than 99% of the people present would be hoping that Yang Di would lose and would be better off being beaten up.
In the words of some people, it was finally his turn to suffer retribution. Although this statement is extreme, it represents the current mentality of many people.
"Hahaha! This kid is finally going to play, it's really exciting!"
"On this occasion when evildoers are being punished, how about we make a bet on how many games this kid can last!"
"What a good idea. I'll be the first to place a bet. If I bet on him, he will be tortured..."
Many people began to shame Yang Di without any concealment, as if a great revenge had been avenged.
As for the Ji family, Feng family, Shuitian tribe, and some people from the Ao family, they all sneered, very proud to participate in such an interesting bet.
"Brother, I'm very optimistic about you. You fellow Taoists are so interested in it. Why don't you let me do the hosting? How about setting up a gambling game?"
At this time, "Yang Dihei" Yao Yekong naturally would not remain indifferent. He walked to the edge of the first Nine Immortals Platform, looked around, and actually wanted to take the lead in setting up a gambling game.
"How to gamble?" someone asked loudly.
"It's very simple. Starting from 1 to 1, every time my brother persists in a game, the odds will double. If you want to bet on which game he will stop, just place your bets."
Yao Yekong smiled calmly and said: "In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, I only accept elixirs, precious medicines, and other bargaining chips. Please don't take them out."
"I'm afraid that you won't be able to pay for it by then!" Someone said with a strange tone, obviously disgusted with him, because he was unfortunately defeated by him in the previous competition for the Body Tempering Realm.
"I have a piece of Da Luo Immortal Iron here, what do you think it's worth?" Yao Yekong smiled casually and suddenly took out a piece of gold iron.
In an instant, the light shone brightly, and the piece of gold and iron exuded a dazzling brilliance that made it difficult to open one's eyes.
"Daluo Immortal Iron!"
Countless monks present screamed and were shocked. This strange man really had a terrifying background. He could even take out such treasures.
"Is that thing valuable?" Su Le asked.
"This is a priceless treasure. Daluo Immortal Iron is genuine immortal gold. If the quantity is sufficient, it can be made into a treasure as terrifying as the demon clan's treasure." Taoist Qingzhong said with some excitement.
The Great Luo Immortal Iron was definitely a legendary divine object that even he had never seen before.