The second senior brother's team did not fall into the swamp, but they were not very lucky.

Although they arrived at the mission point first, they searched for a long time but couldn't find the trial token. The disciples from other peaks had arrived a day and a half earlier, and now they had lost their lead.

"Should we abandon this place for now?"

The seventh senior brother offered advice from the side.

"no."

The fact that I haven't found any trial tokens means there's still a chance.

Moreover, the situation in other trial grounds is unclear. If all teams give up when things go wrong, how can they expect to win?

"Try to avoid the disciples from other peaks and keep searching!"

one!

They'll retreat as soon as they find a trial card!

The second senior brother made up his mind and led the other three to proceed cautiously in the swamp.

But they still ran into disciples from other peaks.

"Oh, we were just wondering who was lurking around in these bushes. It turns out to be the gentlemen from Qing Shuang Peak."

The newcomer was dressed in the best disciple robes of the four peaks, and it was immediately clear that he was from Jinyang Peak.

Their team consisted of about twenty people, and they were clearly scattered in search of the tokens.

"Oh, only four people in total? You didn't split into five teams and go to every trial site, did you?"

The leading disciple immediately noticed the oddity in their numbers and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Looks like Azure Frost Peak is aiming for first place in the competition!"

This person was none other than Shang Jiuming's most loyal supporter, named Zong Ling.

After he finished speaking, his disciples behind him burst into shrill laughter.

The second senior brother's face darkened, and he was about to leave.

"stop!"

Two disciples from Jinyang Peak blocked the path of the second senior brother and his group.

What do you want?

"My fellow disciples have been searching for so long; I'm sure you've already found the trial tokens."

Zong Ling's gaze searched over them. "As the saying goes, those who see it should get a share. It's not too much to ask for one from Jin Yang Peak, is it?"

"We didn't find it at all."

The second senior brother looked him straight in the eye and said, "Besides, trial tokens are earned through skill. Even if you find them, why should they be given to you?"

"My fellow disciples are truly refusing to listen to reason and are now forced to drink the penalty cup."

After Zong Ling finished speaking, the disciples behind him took out their weapons.

Clearly, these people won't just let them go.

What else can we do but fight?

So what if we are few in number and weak in power?

Being a salted fish is the style of Qing Shuang Peak, but being a coward is not!

Four people got into a fight with twenty people from another group.

The veins on the second senior brother's forehead bulged as he wielded his fine steel sword like an axe.

Unfortunately, the other side clearly outnumbered them and were far stronger. The four men were quickly subdued and tied up with ropes.

The Jin Yang Peak disciple, who was injured in the fight, beat the four of them severely.

"Damn it, how dare you hit me!"

After venting their anger, the disciples looked at Zong Ling and asked, "Senior Brother Zong, what should we do with these good-for-nothings?"

"Who knows if they've hidden the trial tokens or searched them?"

Zong Ling grinned disgustingly and gestured to the people next to him to strip the four of them naked in the snow in winter.

The second senior brother glared at them fiercely, "You just wait, we, the fellow disciples of Qing Shuang Peak, will not let you get away with this!"

"Really? Where are they? Let them come here!"

No sooner had the provocative words been spoken than a red piece of paper suddenly fell to the ground.

Bang!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the surrounding mud flying everywhere looked just like children frying cow dung during the Lunar New Year.

The silt instantly stuck to the expensive disciple robes of Jin Yang Peak, especially Zong Ling, whose face was covered in cow dung... oh no, silt.