Chapter 768: Collective Targeting Ye Xiaoman

Fortunately, the eldest brother who led the team was extremely powerful. At the last moment, he snatched the spoils from several teams, and thus barely advanced, but he also paid a price.

Right now, the Shenyi Sect is holding its breath, ready to fight back in the next round of the competition.

Zhang Yingjun walked up to the eldest senior brother and said, "Thankfully, we have the eldest senior brother leading us to turn the tide this time..."

Du Cun sprinkled the powder on the wound on his arm, frowned in pain, raised his eyes, and glanced at Zhang Yingjun and Ru Xiashan standing in front of him.

He hadn't originally wanted to bring these two fellow disciples, who were only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, to the competition, but since they were second-generation cultivators and came from powerful families, the sect forced them into the team to brush up their resumes. Du Cun was already annoyed, and said impatiently, "Just say what you mean."

The muscles on Zhang Yingjun's face twitched, but she still respectfully presented a treasure box.

"Big Brother is a gifted person with a gold-type spiritual root. He later survived the Eight Thunder Tribulations and achieved a first-grade elixir. He is now at the peak of the Core Formation stage, and advancement to the Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner. Junior brother, I would like to present a gift to Big Brother to congratulate him."

Du Cun opened the treasure box and saw that it contained ten thousand-year-old spiritual ginsengs that he needed for his advancement. His expression improved.

Ru Xiashan also presented a gift along with Zhang Yingjun. She shook her head and sighed with regret, "Big Brother is incredibly talented and should have been the most talented young man in the world. It's a pity that a fraud like Ye Xiaoman has overshadowed your glory..."

Zhang Yingjun pretended to be angry and interrupted Ru Xiashan.

"Stop saying things that will flatter the enemy. Although everyone only knows Ye Xiaoman now, and the Emperor Sword Xiao Chujing, and they remember every day that Senior Brother was once the best swordsman in the Southern Territory, as long as Senior Brother teaches Ye Xiaoman a lesson in this competition, those people will naturally shut up!"

They sang the same tune, and Du Cun knew their intentions. He had also heard about how Zhang Yingjun, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, was defeated by a Qi Refining Stage cultivator and became the laughing stock of the sect.

"Ye Xiaoman is the one who destroyed your immortal body?" Du Cun sneered, "Don't worry, I will help you seek justice, not only for you, but also for the reputation of my sect."

"The Qingzheng Sect's glory is only temporary. Their underhanded tactics have already offended everyone present. The next 100 to 10 match is our chance to teach them a lesson."

There was a calculation in Du Cun's eyes.

"Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Sister Ru, in addition to getting through my way, you must also form alliances with other allies, using gifts, threats, inducements, whatever the gift."

"Let everyone stand on our side and work together to eliminate Qing Zhengzong."

Zhang Yingjun and Ru Xiashan were delighted and said, "We will follow the instructions of our senior brother."

Ye Xiaoman didn't know that she was being targeted. She huddled together with her senior sister and the others, happily calculating how much reward the sect would give them if they made it into the top 100. Before they could figure it out, the elders of Tianyan Sect came to pick them up.

It was still the familiar flying silk, a piece of silk carrying a team, a hundred pieces of silk flying in the wind, flying over many green peaks, and finally stopping on a mountain top.

There was a large open space paved with blue bricks, where the Tianyan Sect disciples practiced in the morning. At the far end, a row of disciples' quarters formed a semicircle, clinging to the mountainside and standing in the shadows of the trees.

Just as dusk fell, 2,000 participating monks jumped down from the Flying Silk and gathered in the square.

The elder stood high in the sky, and his majestic and cold voice spread throughout the area.

"Next, we will enter the preliminary selection phase. In this phase, only 10 teams will be able to enter the final selection."

"The top ten who captured the spirit flag formation, step out."

The Qingzheng Sect and nine other sects came out together.

The elder continued.

"You've worked hard over the past six days, and luckily your grades are good. There are 10 dormitories ahead of you. Choose one as your home for tonight and take a break."

"The first place winner has priority, and the second and third place winners will follow suit."

These 10 monasteries are all the same size and have no other differences except for their locations.

The four team leaders, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, smiled.

The Qing Dynasty won all the way and everyone was in high spirits.

"Just pick the one in the middle."

"It means: Aim for the top spot!"

After the top ten teams had chosen their rooms for the night, the elder said to the remaining 90 teams in the square, "You are already at a disadvantage. You only have one chance left to advance."

"Instead."

"There are 10 dormitories in total."

“Twenty people per dormitory.”

"Everyone in the square can use the shouting formation to call out someone in the room for a duel."

"The winner will continue to challenge the next person; the loser will be eliminated."

"If each team has fewer than five players in the end, they will be eliminated collectively."

"There's no limit to the means."

"After three days, the team remaining in the house will be considered the winner."

The elder explained the rules concisely and neatly and left.

The monks who were ranked lower in the square stood in a black mass, like a group of night owls, staring at the winners of the ten teams with threatening eyes as they walked into the dormitory.

Ye Xiaoman was walking at the end of the team. She always felt that several pairs of eyes were about to see through her vest. She stopped and turned around.

Xiao Chujing, who was walking with her, also stopped and asked, "What's wrong, Junior Sister?"

Xiao Chujing had assessed the combat capabilities of everyone along the way. In his opinion, there were not many who could be considered opponents, so he didn't care if others just stared at him.

Ye Xiaoman saw that among the dense crowd of gazes, there was a team phalanx that waved at her wildly in an out-of-place manner.

Considering how Qingzhengzong is currently ruthlessly cheating everyone, it's impossible for him to have any friends...

"Fairy Ye, it's us!"

In the distance, several monks cupped their hands to their mouths to communicate, and even jumped up and shouted.

"I, Ya Xuening!"

"Zuo Gao!"

Only then did Ye Xiaoman recognize that the other person was a cultivator from the Tianxin Sect whom she met in the ghost world. They were trapped in the ghost prison that day, and it was she who rescued them.

Well, I always feel that the other party has a lot of evidence of her cheating...

Ye Xiaoman smiled and waved at them, receiving cheers.

Xiao Chujing smiled, "So you're an admirer of Junior Sister."

With a half-smile in his eyes, he swept over the men calmly, trying to determine which one was the secret admirer of the junior sister. He ranked them according to the level of threat and secretly wondered whether he should teach them a lesson in the name of the competition.

Ye Xiaoman didn't take it to heart and walked into the room with Xiao Chujing.

The door closed and the defense competition began.

In the square, 1,800 monks were in an undercurrent.

Some teams sat down and rested on the spot; some teams pointed at the 10 rooms at the end, assessing their strength and selecting the weak targets to attack; some teams were already rubbing their hands and were about to start shouting for battle.

There are also sects like the Shenyi Sect, where disciples roam around in various teams to lobby.

"Fellow Daoists, do you want to avenge the loss of the spirit flag?"