Standing next to Du Gong is Jiuxing Lian'er.
Her face was as cold as ice, and she seemed to not care about anything in front of her. She lowered her head and looked at the poisonous scorpion and poisonous snake in her hands.
Seeing this woman, the white-haired old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought to himself: "Poison Lord's daughter, Jiuxing Lian'er, the last time I saw her, her cultivation was still at the third level of Qi Condensation, and now she is at the eighth level of Qi Condensation?"
"Such a fast cultivation speed, what kind of spiritual root does she have!?"
After being shocked, the white-haired old man immediately looked away and looked at Xue Kong who was standing next to Jiuxing Lian'er.
Xue Kong looked calm at this moment. Although he was surprised at the competition that Du Gong had just mentioned and that the person to compete was actually himself, his expression remained calm.
When competing with the younger generation who had reached the Qi Condensation stage, even though his cultivation level was also at the Qi Condensation stage, the gap in combat experience accumulated from what he had seen and heard was too great.
In Xue Kong's opinion, this was a competition without suspense.
However, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, Xue Kong was nothing special. He was only wearing a loose black robe and a black headband on his head. The only thing that made him take a second look was that Xue Kong had an indescribable temperament.
The white-haired old man had never seen such a calm and relaxed temperament in a cultivator of the same level.
It actually happened to a young Qi Condensation cultivator.
"The fifth level of Qi Condensation?" The white-haired old man looked at Xue Kong and asked.
Xue Kong nodded.
"Old Taoist Baimei, I am sincere in this bet. This kid joined my Tiandu Sect just after his entire clan was wiped out. He has never practiced any martial arts before. Not only does he not have any magic weapons, he doesn't even have a storage bag."
Du Gong introduced Xue Kong with a slanted look and sneered, erasing the truth that Xue Kong was the one who destroyed his entire clan.
If he said this, he felt that Wangui Sect would definitely not dare to compete.
The monks of Wangui Sect naturally did not understand the deep meaning behind Du Gong’s smile.
They only saw that, just as Du Gong had said, Xue Kong had nothing on him except a black robe.
If no one had told him in advance, he would not look like a monk at all, but more like a scholar.
"Without any training, and without any magical weapon, what's the point of having a lot of cultivation?"
"It seems this is our Wangui Sect's chance. If we win this competition, we won't have to worry about encountering Tiandu Sect cultivators again when we go down the mountain in the next ten years."
"I have reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation and have mastered the Mountain-Breaking Palm technique. The power of a single palm is enough to split gold and stone. Let me fight. I want to contribute my part to the sect!"
"My cultivation is also at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. I have learned the mysterious sword technique. If I go out to fight, I can kill this future little devil in three rounds... no, in one round!"
"Let me fight..."
"Let me fight..."
The monks of Wangui Sect, who were full of fear of Du Gong just now, became excited and clamored to fight after learning that Xue Kong had not practiced any martial arts and had no magic weapons on him.
We must contribute to the sect.
Seeing this scene, Du Gong sneered.
Although he didn't know what kind of formation Xue Kong had set up, he was able to refine the entire Xue family.
But he thought he had a sharp eye and could see that Xue Kong was definitely more than he seemed. Even if he had not practiced any martial arts or had any magic weapon, he would not be easily defeated.
Hearing the deafening calls for battle, the white-haired old man couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his arms and suppressed the fierce voices of his disciples.
Facing Du Gong, he smiled and said, "Du Gong, since we are going to train you, our new disciple, how can we succeed if we don't have fun? One competition is not enough."
"Oh? How many matches do you want to have?" Du Gong showed a half-smile.
The white-haired old man pretended not to see anything. He believed that his sect's disciples were sure to win, so he stretched out his right hand, revealing five fingers, and said shamelessly, "Five matches."
"How about five competitions under the same conditions?"
"Haha, old Taoist with white eyebrows, do you think I'm stupid? Do you have five golden toad magic weapons in your hand?" Poison King was so angry that he laughed.
The white-haired old man was startled.
He had just been completely on the side of his disciple's must-win stance, wanting to fight a few more battles so that he could gain a few more decades of peace, but he didn't expect this.
He immediately said, "There is indeed only one golden toad, but I can use other treasures as stakes in the competition."
"No need. I don't like those trash of yours." Du Gong refused without hesitation.
But, just at this moment.
Xue Kong suddenly stepped forward and said to the white-haired old man, "Okay."
The whole audience fell silent for a moment.
Everyone looked at Xue Kong in disbelief.
The people of Wangui Sect wondered if Xue Kong had no self-awareness and dared to take the initiative to increase the number of competitions.
But you have to know.
The number of Wangui Sect disciples is at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, and among them, there are at least a hundred cultivators at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
And Xue Kong is alone.
This is equivalent to Xue Kong having to fight another battle after finishing one.
No matter how strong he is, he will eventually get tired and lose.
They all didn't understand where Xue Kong got his confidence from.
However, they also knew that Xue Kong's words did not count, and Du Gong still had the final say here.
So they all looked at Du Gong and asked for his opinion.
Neither Du Gong nor Jiuxing Lian'er had expected Xue Kong to act on his own initiative. They glanced at Xue Kong coldly but did not reprimand him. Instead, they warned him, "If you lose, prepare to suffer the pain of being bitten by poisonous insects."
Xue Kong nodded and said to the white-haired old man, "I only want a pill that can improve my cultivation to the sixth level of Qi Condensation."
"No matter how many competitions you want to have before I'm exhausted, I'll accompany you all!"
"Okay! It's a deal!" The white-haired old man quickly agreed.
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