Liang Yan walked through several corridors and saw three people standing in the middle of the garden.
One of them was wearing a red dress and had an extraordinary appearance. She was none other than Nangong Xiaomei. Standing next to her was a girl with double braids. She was looking at the opposite person with an unconvinced look. She turned out to be the girl from before.
Li Xiaosong, who had a dispute with him.
The other person in the field was a man, dressed in blue, with his arms crossed and a sheathed long knife in his arms, with a rather arrogant look on his face.
Li Xiaosong's very angry voice was heard: "Li, how many times have we told you, each sect has two of these quotas, and you also have one, so why should you snatch it from us?"
"Hmph! There are a lot of talented people in our Blood Knife Sect. These two places for the competition have naturally been booked early. How can there be any left?" The man in blue said with a cold face.
"Then you're here to steal our spot, Li Huan, was your head caught in the door panel?" Li Xiaosong said angrily.
Next to her, Nangong Xiaomei frowned slightly, stretched out her hand to pull Li Xiaosong, and then said politely to Li Huan:
"Master Li, the quota for our sect has been reserved a long time ago. There really are no more vacancies. Besides, there are a total of sixteen sects participating in this Luohe competition, and each sect can only send two.
Disciples participating in the competition, these are the rules set by the four elders of our leading sect, and there is absolutely no reason to change them."
What she said was very appropriate. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Li Huan shook his head and said:
"There are a total of thirty-two people participating in the competition, and the ones who can finally get the Spirit Tempering Pill are only Miaomiao and the other three. In the end, the others are just foils. Even if you, the people sent by Wenxiang Sect, have to be tough,
The scalp came to play, but the result was only a bruise and no benefit at all."
"Li, are you deceiving me that there is no one in Wenxiang Sect!?"
At this time, Li Xiaosong was about to jump with anger. She puffed her mouth and looked like she was about to pounce.
Li Huan frowned slightly and said calmly: "I won't argue with you, a three-year-old kid, Nangong Xiaomei. As long as you hand over your quota for the competition and all the benefits I promised you before, I, Li Huan, will never break my promise!"
After hearing this, Nangong Xiaomei said noncommittally: "As far as I know, fellow Daoist Li has already obtained the qualifications for your sect to participate, so why do you ask us for it?"
"It's okay to tell you! My brother of the same race has also reached the peak of the seventh level of Qi training this year, but he is stuck on the bottleneck. He was defeated by one move in the internal competition of my Blood Knife Sect. I have to rely on me to get him a qualification to participate.
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"It turns out he's using the back door for your brother. I don't have the ability, and I want my brother to step in. I don't think he can get the Spirit Tempering Pill even if he plays in the competition!" Before Nangong Xiaomei could say anything, Li Xiaosong had already ridiculed.
"Humph, what do you know!"
Li Huan looked domineering from beginning to end, and he said coldly: "As long as you hand over this quota to let my cousin play, in this competition, the top three places will definitely be occupied by my Blood Knife Sect."
"Young Master Li, you have such a strong tone!" Nangong Xiaomei said with a faint smile: "It's just that the two quotas in our sect are indeed full. Young Master, you'd better go to other sects and ask!"
After hearing this, Li Huan's face showed anger.
"Nangong Xiaomei, as a member of the Wenxiang Sect participating in this competition, I reluctantly agree. However, this other person named Hao Shou is actually an unknown person. Why not give him his place to me?
Cousin?"
Li Xiaosong on the side opened his mouth after hearing this, as if he wanted to explain something.
However, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a gray figure walking down the corridor. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and said with a smile:
"Li Huan, what a coincidence. The Taoist Hao you mentioned is right in front of you right now."
"What?" Li Huan was slightly startled. He turned around to follow her line of sight and saw a young man in gray clothes walking towards the corridor. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old and had a long sword at his waist.
This young man was naturally the Liang Yan who had been looking for him all the way. He had keen senses and had roughly understood the whole story on the road. At this moment, when Li Xiaosong talked about himself, a strange look appeared on his face.
"What Hao Shou! My surname is clearly Liang Fengming, what is this guy trying to do to me?" Liang Yan thought to himself.
However, he would not be stupid enough to cause trouble at this time. He just looked at Li Huan with an indifferent expression.
Li Huan also turned around to look. As soon as their eyes made contact, Liang Yan felt a strange blood-red light in his eyes, and he became anxious for no reason.
However, a golden light flashed in his body, and he returned to calm the next moment.
"Huh?"
Li Huan looked quite surprised, looked him up and down again, and then said coldly:
"Your Excellency, is Hao Shou?"
Liang Yan's mouth twitched slightly after hearing this, but he said coldly:
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
"Hmph, I advise you to take the initiative to hand over your participation quota, and you can get some benefits. Otherwise, if you are encountered by me, Li, on the competition field, your life will be worse than death!"
"Really?" Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Then I really want to see what Brother Li can do!"
"Hmph, you ants are trying to compete for the Spirit Tempering Pill! Since you don't know how to praise me, I need you to look good on the field!"
Li Huan coldly dropped a harsh word, said no more, turned around and walked out of the garden.
Nangong Xiaomei sighed softly and said: "Wenxiang Sect has always been famous for its business. It is rarely born, so it is looked down upon by some sects. Mr. Liang, I made you laugh."
"That's right! All cats and dogs come to trouble us. If the master hadn't given orders not to act recklessly, I would have given him a slap in the face!" Li Xiaosong said with an angry look on his face.
"Haha, we'll talk about this later. Now I want to know, when did Liang become this 'Hao Shou' even though he has a name?" Liang Yan said with an unkind expression as he looked at Nangong Xiaomei and the other two.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiaosong hid behind Nangong Xiaomei with a whoosh, leaving only two braids rising up to the sky, still swaying.
"It seems that now you know who did the good thing without asking!" Liang Yan sneered.
"Who called you such a stinky-faced monster? You always put on a stinky face. Hao stinky, it stinks! Isn't the name I gave you appropriate?" An unconvinced voice came from behind Nangong Xiaomei.
"Master Liang, please forgive me!"
Nangong Xiaomei leaned forward slightly and said with some embarrassment: "We learned that Mr. Liang was expelled from Yixing Pavilion, and we thought there might be some hidden secret. However, no matter what the situation, Brother Liang would definitely not be willing to reveal it in the competition.
Because of my own identity, I decided to change your name on the competition list, but I didn’t expect Xiaosong."
"I see!"
Liang Yan nodded slightly, feeling a little less angry in his heart. The Wenxiang Sect's original intention was actually for his own benefit, and he would not be so narrow-minded as to argue with a girl.
"It's just that Wenxiang Sect does have some sects. The fact that I was expelled from the sect can be regarded as an internal secret of Yixing Pavilion. It is impossible for the sect to publicize it in a big way. This Wenxiang Sect is just a mere building.
Ji Xiaozong actually knows the inside story, which makes people look at him differently." Liang Yan thought to himself.