The moment he stepped into the venue, Yan Huailiu could clearly feel the extremely hot gaze cast on him.

He was like a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, weak, pitiful and helpless.

His hands were trembling slightly under his wide sleeves. If Ling Xinghua hadn't been there, he would probably have burst into tears.

The group looked like they were going to eat him alive.

Yan Huailiu gritted his teeth and hugged the little Lightning in his arms a little tighter.

The little guy sensed something was wrong with Yan Huailiu, looked up at him in confusion, and hooked his tail around Yan Huailiu's wrist to help him calm down.

Furry things are indeed a great way to relieve stress.

At least it can attract all of Yan Huailiu's attention to it.

As he sat down, the eyes of all the female cultivators in Yuehua Pavilion were focused on the small lightning in his hand.

Fairy Fei Miao was surprised and subconsciously looked at the little sister beside her: "That... is it..."

The younger sister nodded. "It should be. I didn't expect that Sect Master Yan could even tame this kind of divine beast... But how did he find this juvenile? Senior sister, do you think he would give it to me if I asked him for it?"

"Shh... keep your voice down and don't provoke him today." Fairy Fei Miao warned.

The others present had the same idea as them.

Before Yan Huailiu arrived, they had already reached an agreement that everything today would be based on Sect Master Yan's preferences and the fight would stop when it was appropriate.

Although I may not win, I have to lose gracefully.

Only in this way can Yan Huailiu give in!

Yesterday was not enough time to watch it!

I heard that Yan Huailiu also personally guided a young cultivator from Lingjiu Peak!

Bah! They don’t know what tricks that little monk used, and they can’t find out even if they ask. They also want some advice, okay?

Yan Huailiu sat in the main seat and felt uncomfortable all over.

Baili Changhuan stood beside him and asked quietly, "Master, can we begin?"

Yan Huailiu, whose mind was blank and he had forgotten the procedure, had a stern face at the moment, his eyes were dull, and he just stared ahead: "You can arrange it."

The voice was so cold and ruthless.

The people around shuddered and looked away, not daring to look again.

It’s over, this is still the rhythm of being angry.

Baili Changhuan didn't care. After all, he was used to being a tool for so many years, so he skillfully started the control mode.

There wasn't even the slightest intention of reminding Yan Huailiu of his fate.

In the past, the organizers of the Immortal Sect Conferences would take the initiative to accept challenges from other sects.

No matter whether you can bear it or not, you have to fight a round of battles first.

They have all prepared to stop at the right time, so why are they not playing by the rules?

The head of Lingjiu Peak was a very straight man who knew how to distinguish between right and wrong. Although he had not liked Yan Huailiu before, he did not have much hatred after all, not to mention that Yan Huailiu had offered to instruct his disciples.

So when Baili Changhuan asked for the second time if there was any warrior willing to go down, he jumped down and stood in the middle of the field.

He cupped his fists in the direction of Yan Huailiu and said, "I am Qiu Minghai from Lingjiu Peak. I welcome your guidance, Sect Master Yan!"

Yan Huailiu stopped petting the cat and turned to ask Baili Changhuan beside him, "What do you mean by guidance?"

"He wants to be beaten, just spare his life." Baili Changhuan still felt a bit resentful about what happened last night, and now he hated everyone present equally.

Yan Huailiu had an urge to run away immediately.

He just sat down!

The seats aren't warm yet!

Is the fight about to start?

Qiu Minghai still maintained the posture of holding his fists. Yan Huailiu gritted his teeth, put the little lightning in his own position, and then landed lightly opposite Qiu Minghai.

"Hello, Sect Leader Qiu."

He greeted him awkwardly and took a quick look at the man in front of him. He was a muscular man of 1.9 meters tall, with scars on his face showing the traces of time.

It looks like a being that can kill itself with just one finger.

Yan Huailiu was extremely alert, and all the spiritual energy in his body instantly condensed.

Qiu Minghai's body tensed instantly, and the next second he clasped his fists respectfully: "I haven't thanked Sect Master Yan for the guidance he gave me, the disciples of Lingjiu Peak, last night. I'm reckless and not as meticulous as you in educating disciples, and even more clueless when it comes to cultivation. Therefore, I wanted to shamelessly ask for some guidance from you."

It doesn't look like revenge, but rather like sincere learning.

Yan Huailiu relaxed a little: "Master Qiu is too polite. I only have a superficial understanding of cultivation, so I can't really offer any guidance."

Qiu Minghai thought he was just being polite, so he just said sorry and attacked him.

In Yan Huailiu's eyes, his movements were like being played at 0.5 times slow speed, or perhaps even slower.

Yan Huailiu subconsciously counterattacked along with the flaw. Just when he was thinking of the second move, Sect Leader Qiu had already flown several meters away and started vomiting blood crazily.

Yan Huailiu looked at his hands in disbelief, his ears flushed red. He quickly ran to Qiu Minghai and helped him up: "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."

Qiu Minghai spat out blood and shook his head. He took out the life-saving pill from his pocket with difficulty and swallowed it. "Sect Master Yan is really powerful. I couldn't even withstand a single blow."

He wanted to help Yan Huailiu defend this round-the-clock battle, but he failed.

Yan Huailiu was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. "No, it's just that your flaw was too big. There was no defense here when you attacked. If you protected your right side before attacking, and then shifted your hand half an inch to the left when attacking, you would definitely hit me."

As he spoke, he gestured at Qiu Minghai.

A glint flashed in the latter's eyes, and he expressed his gratitude sincerely: "Thank you, Sect Master Yan, for your guidance! Thank you, Sect Master Yan!"

"No, you're welcome."

Yan Huailiu was completely confused. What did he point out?

He just told the truth!

Sect Leader Qiu returned to the stands filled with joy. The leaders of other sects all gave him a thumbs-up: "Surely Sect Leader Qiu's acting is great. The blood he spit out looks real."

Qiu Minghai: It’s not that I don’t have it, it’s just that I really can’t beat him.

With his demonstration, the others became much more active.

Yan Huailiu was about to leave the competition stage when he saw another person coming down.

Palace Master Murong patted her big belly, smiling so hard that wrinkles appeared on her face. "Sect Master Yan, thank you so much for your hospitality yesterday. I made a lot of money. Please."

Before Yan Huailiu could digest these words, he saw Palace Master Murong calling him.

It was still the same move, and the person flew out directly.

Yan Huailiu adjusted his mask, trying to let the cold metal relieve the heat on his face.

"I really took control. I didn't expect you to be so weak."

Palace Master Murong:?