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Chapter 57 Pretend? See how long you can pretend

Application time.

There are still fifteen minutes left before the finals start on time.

The competition venue had already been filled with spectators, and several big figures in the main battle seats had also arrived early. Among them, Sheriff Yan deservedly sat at the top of the table. Accompanying him were several senior officials from Shuxian Sect, who were chatting and laughing.

The spectator seats of various sects not far below were also packed.

Although some sects were eliminated early, they still wanted to see who would be the final winner and win the place to enter the Xuanwu Pavilion to learn alchemy, and then consider whether to move around and curry favor in the future.

"For me, I'm optimistic about the Iron Fist Sect. I was defeated in his competition. His alchemy skills are superb. He is probably a sixth-grade alchemist."

"Good boy, sixth grade! The Iron Fist Sect has found a treasure."

"I heard that they sent one of their disciples to compete this year. If it wasn't a sure win, why would they? You think so?"

"Tsk, tsk, I don't think so. I'm optimistic about Bloodwind Valley. After all, they were the ones who took away the quota last year."

"..."

Before the game even started, there was already a heated discussion off the court.

It can be clearly felt from the words of various schools that the final winner of this elixir competition will most likely be produced in the Iron Fist Sect and Bloodwind Valley.

One is a sixth-grade alchemist, and the other is the previous champion.

They are all extremely favorable contenders.

It sounds like everyone around me is flattering me.

The Iron Fist Sect and others could not hide the smiles on their faces, and their mouths almost reached behind their ears.

Tie Tianyuan stood in front of the stage with his arms folded across his chest, looking like a sect leader.

He caught a glimpse of his neighbor entering the scene from the corner of his eye, and then he stopped smiling and walked to the viewing area of ​​the Giant Bear Gate with a step that he didn't recognize.

"Master Jiang!"

"Iron Master!"

Both of them were hypocritical, holding each other's fists and bowing.

After straightening up, Tie Tianyuan did not beat around the bush and said directly: "I really don't know where Master Jiang got the confidence to dare to bet against this sect leader?"

Jiang Yang had no expression on his face and glanced at Xiong Miaoyun beside him.

Xiong Miaoyun lowered his head angrily, not daring to look at Jiang Yang, and could only drink tea to cover up his guilty conscience.

This matter was brought about by her and Zhao Juan.

Jiang Yang never agreed to the bet from beginning to end!

Just before coming here, Jiang Yang was still mumbling about this matter.

He said he had done him a terrible job.

He also said that if he lost, he would rather be a disciple of the Giant Bear Clan than become an elder of the Iron Fist Sect.

Xiong Miaoyun was naturally smiling inwardly, and an outrageous thought came to her mind. She actually hoped that Qingyuan Guanshan would lose.

But I didn't dare to show it on my face.

Where is Zhao Junren? He cannot bear Jiang Yang's anger alone.

Xiong Miaoyun looked around for Zhao Jun, hoping that he would come over to share some of the pressure.

But unexpectedly, he discovered that he was talking to Lao Taishan, who was accompanying him at the main table.

Oh, son-in-law!

"Does Master Jiang regret it? Why don't you reply?" Tie Tianyuan saw that Jiang Yang didn't answer for a long time, and said sarcastically again.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Yang coughed twice and cleared his throat, "Looking at the confident look on Sect Master Tie's face, he is almost certain. Why do you dare to be so sure that my Qingyuan Temple disciples will definitely lose?"

From the beginning to the end, Tie Tianyuan exudes a winning momentum!

You know, no one can be 100% sure about this kind of thing, who will definitely win!

As the leader of a sect, Tie Tianyuan would know this truth.

But he...

He actually dared to bet half of his wealth. This was because he had long believed that he would win.

Jiang Yang was very surprised, what exactly did Tie Tianyuan rely on?

Inadvertently, Jiang Yang looked at a young man behind Tie Tianyuan.

Xiong Miaoyun also whispered in Jiang Yang's ear.

It is said that this young man is the only disciple competing on behalf of the Iron Fist Sect, and his name is Yuan Ye.

Jiang Yang couldn't help but look at him a few more times, only to see that this young man was ordinary and had nothing outstanding about him. The only thing that impressed people was that he was too calm and calm.

On the one hand it is due to appearance, on the other hand it is caused by personality and reserved aura.

Judging from his age, he is only in his early twenties.

Why does it give people such a stable and mature feeling?

Jiang Yang shook his head, very strange.

However, Tie Tianyuan's words brought Jiang Yang back to reality.

He said: "My sect leader advises Master Jiang to admit defeat as soon as possible. I will reserve the position of the seventh elder of the Iron Fist Sect for Master Jiang."

After saying that, Tie Tianyuan laughed and left.

After the annoying fly left, Jiang Yang asked Xiong Miaoyun: "Who is the disciple of the Iron Fist Sect who participated in the competition? Did your Giant Bear Sect find anything?"

Xiong Miaoyun gritted his teeth, shook his head slightly, filled a cup of tea, carefully handed it to Jiang Yang, and said: "Time is too tight, I can't find out much. I only know that his name is Yuan Ye, and the rest...he seems to be..."

Appeared out of thin air.”

"How do you say this?" Jiang Yang was puzzled.

Xiong Miaoyun frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It stands to reason that a person with such a high talent for alchemy should be very famous, but about his information, the intelligence department of our Giant Bear Sect has not found out any information.

.”

"There are only two situations that can explain this phenomenon."

"First, this person was well hidden by Tie Tianyuan. Before his appearance this time, he had never been asked to appear in front of anyone."

"Second, this person was disguised by someone else. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he has such superb alchemy skills at such a young age."

"Disguise?" Jiang Yang was even more confused.

"That's what others pretend to be..."

Xiong Miaoyun looked at Jiang Yang with her beautiful eyes and raised her lips: "What Tie Tianyuan did this time is on par with Master Jiang."

Jiang Yang's eyelids jumped and he put down the teacup in his hand.

"What did you say?"

Xiong Miaoyun covered her mouth and laughed.

Pack!

Let’s see how long you can keep pretending?

Shangguan style.

Xiong Miaoyun also started sending people to inquire.

It was okay if I didn't ask, but I was shocked when I asked.

Shangguan Feng played on behalf of Qingyuan Guan, and there were almost no obstacles along the way, and he successfully entered the quarterfinals.

Moreover, he also personally sent away a disciple of the Giant Bear Sect.

His own disciples were killing everyone on the field, so it would be better for Jiang Yang to be the leader.

He didn't even say a word to let others know.

Thanks to myself these days, I thought I knew this Taoist priest well enough.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yang also saved a hand.

"How does Master Jiang explain Shangguan Feng?" Xiong Miaoyun looked at Jiang Yang with beautiful eyes and said.

Jiang Yang was stunned.

explain?

No explanation!

Because from the beginning to the end, he didn't recognize this Shangguan Feng at all.

Master Hu went to investigate this person's identity, but he hasn't come back yet.

To be honest, Jiang Yang was feeling panicked now.

If we lose the game, it would be okay if we lose half of the sect's resources.

The hard thing to say is that he is going to become the seventh elder of the Iron Fist Sect.

Trapped in a tiger's den, Jiang Yang was afraid that his life would be lost.

"Why doesn't Master Jiang speak?" Xiong Miaoyun leaned forward and looked at Jiang Yang's face.

Jiang Yang came back to his senses, pursed his lips, thought for a while and said, "No, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I have to find a way out for myself!"

After saying that, Jiang Yang stood up and looked in the direction to go to the main battle seat.
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