Looking at Meng Mubai's confident smile, Meng Qingyang sighed deeply, and finally swallowed the words he wanted to say.
However, when Meng Qingyang turned his head and looked at the spirit stone pressing on the table, a bitter smile still appeared on his face, thinking that if his Qi Hai Dantian had not been destroyed, he would never let his brothers be humiliated together today.
Meng Mubai looked at his brother's bitter face, and he became more and more determined to be outstanding in the inner selection and save his lost face for his brother.
Of course, Meng Mubai also wanted to win the wealth of the thirty spirit stones from Sun Xing, just to take some interest from the Sun brothers.
At this time, the selection of inner disciples was about to begin. Just as Meng Qingyang was about to say a few words to encourage Meng Mubai, his eyes suddenly looked into the distance. There, a large group of people rushed in, and the leader was an old man with white hair. The old man was wearing gorgeous clothes, and although he was old, he gave people a very tough feeling. His eyes swept over the disciples of Piaomiao who were present, and he was even more majestic.
This old man is the elder who teaches outer disciples on weekdays, and is also the judge of the inner disciple selection this time, Elder Qian.
On both sides of Elder Qian, there were two inner disciples closely followed each other. Meng Mubai saw Su Mucheng, who had been trying to solve her problems in the past. Moreover, because of Su Mucheng's status among inner disciples and her slim and charming figure, it also attracted the attention of many outer disciples. Of course, there was also a young man standing on the other side of Elder Qian. The young man was named Lin Qing, and he was also one of the more outstanding people among inner disciples.
Elder Qian appeared with two inner disciples, and the martial arts field suddenly became excited. Almost everyone stood up at the same time. From this, we can see that Elder Qian's position in Piaomiao Sect is so high. Although Elder Qian's job is just to teach outer disciples, his cultivation is among the best in this Piaomiao Sect branch, and even the direct disciples admire him very much.
Moreover, most of the inner disciples have been taught by Elder Qian, and most of the people present treated Elder Qian with a teacher's courtesy.
When Meng Qingyang first joined the Piaomiao Sect, he was also under the care of Elder Qian. When he saw Elder Qian coming, Meng Qingyang took Meng Mubai over.
"Elder Qian, I haven't seen you for a long time, your body is still so tough."
In front of Elder Qian, Meng Qingyang seemed to recall the days when he practiced under Elder Qian that day. A few memories flashed in his eyes, and a hint of sadness was hidden in it.
"You finally want to give up, Qingyang."
Looking at Meng Qingyang who was bowing in front of him, Elder Qian held his left hand and said lightly with a complicated look on his face.
Once upon a time, when Meng Qingyang had just joined the Piaomiao Sect, Elder Qian had always been optimistic about Meng Qingyang and put too many expectations into him. Meng Qingyang did not disappoint Elder Qian, and finally entered the inner sect with the first place in the inner sect. Unfortunately, just when Meng Qingyang made a big splash, he met a more outstanding disciple of the Piaomiao Sect, who was abandoned and was unable to recover from then on.
Moreover, after being deprived of Qihai Dantian, Meng Qingyang's former sharpness disappeared and became decadent, which also made Elder Qian very sad.
Therefore, Meng Qingyang hid Elder Qian for a long time, for fear of seeing Elder Qian's eyes that were so angry that he could not stand out.
After the draw, Meng Mubai glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand, which was marked with the words "Six-thirteen", which means that Meng Mubai is the thirteenth contestant in the No. 6 arena. There are still six battles to decide the winner, but Meng Mubai doesn't have to prepare for the battle immediately. You can take a closer look at the strength of other outer disciples below.
After the first six games ended, the referee on the ring finally read Meng Mubai's number.
However, when Meng Mubai stepped onto the ring and saw the opponent appearing in front of him, not only did the outer disciples under the ring almost burst out, but even Meng Mubai looked at the opponent in front of him and frowned slightly.