"You'll know when he comes on stage, hehehe..."
Afterwards, Mu Li and the others suppressed their anger, blended into the crowd quietly, and observed the situation of the game.
With the end of Lingyun Sect's cookie-cutter opening remarks, the competition officially began!
Representatives of the direct disciples of each sect came on stage to draw lots. As luck would have it, the representative of Lingyun Sect was the one that Mu Li and the others had just met.
It is said that he is the heir of a great family in the Lyra Continent.
"Junior sister, look, he's on the stage!" Xuan Bayu said excitedly.
"I'm watching, Eighth Senior Brother, remember to take a close-up of this senior brother as a souvenir." Mu Li said with a smile.
"No problem, I bought a lot of photo stones." Xuan Bayu said.
"Brother, use the camera I gave you. It can take clear pictures and can be preserved for a long time. We will need to use the photo stone to reproduce them in the future." Mu Li reminded.
"Okay." Xuan Bayu happily took out the camera that Mu Li gave him from the storage space and adjusted the angle.
The master's direct disciple walked up to the stage with an arrogant look on his face and drew a lot at random.
The game started soon, and his opponent was a young man who looked rather thin.
The disciple sneered, "Are you worthy enough to be my opponent?"
However, just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a disturbance in the spiritual energy in his body, his stomach ached unbearably, and a strong urge to defecate rushed straight to the top of his head.
His face suddenly changed and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
At this moment, the boy opposite took the opportunity to attack, catching him off guard.
The disciple was knocked away by his opponent with one move, curled up and unable to get up.
The audience was in an uproar.
"What's going on?"
"Why is this direct disciple so vulnerable?"
The leader of Lingyun Sect's face turned ashen and he glared at the referee fiercely. Seeing this, the referee hurried over and wanted to help lift the man up.
Suddenly, a series of fart sounds rang out, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of rotten eggs...
"This..." The referee suddenly stopped and looked at his disciple on the ground at a loss.
The audience in the audience suddenly exploded
"Oh my god, this is a direct disciple?!"
"Did he poop? Ugh! That's disgusting!"
"Is this the behavior of a direct disciple from a major sect? He was scared to death by his opponent at the last minute?"
"Hahaha, this is really the biggest joke of the year!"
The disciple wished he could find a hole to hide in. The scene was extremely awkward. The referee on the stage also had a bitter face. This was happening in front of all the major sects. The Lingyun Sect had completely lost face.
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd: "Haha, is this the so-called direct disciple? I can't stand it!" The person who spoke was the thin young man who had been ridiculed by the direct disciple before.
Upon hearing this, the disciple was filled with shame and anger, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting. This farce ultimately ended abruptly with the Lingyun Sect.
However, the story didn't end there. The incident quickly spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation, becoming a hot topic of conversation. And because of this humiliating defeat, the disciple completely lost his position within the sect.
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