Li Dayi looked at Fatty Song in surprise and asked in confusion, "How do you say this?"
Fatty Song said with a confident smile, "Last year's competition, our sect had already surpassed the heroes and was second. This year, your sect is full of new disciples, and there is obviously no hope for the first place. Moreover, our sect has new disciples this year and is extremely powerful."
When the two disciples who came with Fatty Song heard this, they were also smiling and seemed overjoyed.
Li Dayi looked depressed when he heard this, and was obviously a little sad.
Fatty Song smiled at Li Dayi and said, "Lord Li, you should choose the best disciple in your hall and participate in the competition! In fact, I don't want to see your hall, which is at the bottom in the competition. I heard that last year, because the Lord's salary was not enough to live in the competition, he grew potatoes in the back mountain to eat, hahaha! In fact, as the eldest brother, how could I bear to see you plant potatoes yourself?"
The sarcasm and ridicule in Fatty Song's words was already very obvious.
If it weren't for the trouble with his fellow disciples, Li Dayi would have slapped him with a palm and hit him with a Banana Barra.
But Li Dayi still rationally restrained his inner impulse.
Even Xiao Xu, who was beside him, wanted to rush over and punch Fatty Song in the face.
Fatty Song said goodbye after laughing and left with a swagger.
Li Dayi stood there for a while and said, "Go slowly and don't send me off!"
Li Dayi thought to himself, "This Fatty Song is too bullying, and he bullies no one in our hall. Although we are all new disciples in our sect, there may not be no dark horses. I'll ask, see who is the best among these disciples."
Li Dayi summoned all the disciples to discuss the candidates for the competition.
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After Li Dayi summoned all the disciples, the disciples quarreled.
Li Dayi smiled and said to the disciples, "Please be quiet, let's discuss the participation of the Kunlun Sect's annual new disciple competition."
When the disciples heard this, they were silent for a moment.
Li Dayi paused and continued, "Who among you wants to participate in this competition?"
A female disciple asked, "Are there any prizes?"
Li Dayi smiled and replied casually, "Of course there are prizes, and they are very generous. They are various magic weapons and secret books issued by the head of the sect himself."
In fact, although Li Dayi lost his memory, he still remembered some things from a long time ago, so when many disciples asked, Li Dayi made up a mess.
Several female disciples were a little moved when they heard this and were preparing to sign up for the competition.
At this time, a slightly older female disciple who knew a lot hurriedly persuaded her, "I heard that those competitions were cruel. Sometimes they broke their bones and tendons, sometimes they even accidentally injured people's lives, and some were disfigured."
The female disciples who were about to register were suddenly frightened and immediately changed their words and said that they were not feeling well recently and could not participate in the competition.
Participating in the annual competition in the door is like a hot potato, pushed around by someone.
No one dares to sign up.
At this time, a girl suddenly found Xiao Xu silently beside her. She was like Columbus discovering the New World and shouted, "Sisters, don't you argue, I have someone to choose here. Are there any boys in our door? How can we be the turn of a girl when competing for such a difficult task?"
The girls all agreed and turned their eyes to Xiao Xu.
Xiao Xu hurriedly lowered his head and cried in his heart, "No, I'm pushed to the forefront."
A female disciple younger than Xiao Xu said in a delicate voice, "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Xiao is really the best candidate for this competition. I recommend him!"
At this time, all the girls came out and expressed their agreement.
Xiao Xu quickly waved his hand and refused, "No, no, I am not strong enough, it's really hard to bear the heavy responsibility."