Chapter 30: Victory Beitang Feng stepped forward: "Zhou...
Beitang Feng stepped forward and said, "Elder Zhou, what's wrong today..."
Zhou Gan looked towards Bei Liyuan and interrupted, "Elder Zhao, is it that this child doesn't have an elder to protect him?"
Elder Zhao said respectfully, "Yes."
Zhou Gan: "Since it's fate that I bumped into him, I'll be his protector."
Elder Zhao was stunned for a moment.
Zhou Gan frowned: "Why, I'm not qualified?"
Elder Zhao hurriedly said, "Of course not, it's just that you don't know this young man. He has taken Chengyan Jun as his master..."
Zhou Gan interrupted impatiently, "What's wrong with him taking Cheng Yanjun as his master? Is there a rule that prohibits taking Cheng Yanjun as his master from participating in the Young Master selection? Or is it that Cheng Yanjun's master cannot have the protection of the elders?"
"Not really, but you should get to know him better before making a decision."
"No need, Beitang Jing's child must be right."
Beitang Feng's dark eyes darkened noticeably. After so many years, he could still hear Beitang Jing's name from someone else's mouth. It was really unpleasant!
After Zhou Gan finished speaking, he left the arena. Elder Zhao hurriedly said, "Elder Zhou, the martial arts viewing platform is over here."
Zhou Gan ignored him and walked straight to Bei Liyuan's side and asked in a low voice: "Who is your master?"
Bei Liyuan then realized that the person was invited back by his master, and he couldn't help but look at Li Youyang.
Zhou Ganxing walked to Li Youyang's side and smiled softly, "You owe me a favor this time. You have to go drink with me after this."
Li Youyang frowned: "No."
Zhou Gan touched his nose and said, "You can't deny this favor. I nearly broke my flying sword just to get back here. Look at how dusty I am."
Li Youyang added, "You're not helping me, you're helping the Bei family."
Zhou Gan laughed. "The Bei family is nothing! Ever since Beitang Jing's death, it's been in turmoil. If it weren't for the agreement I made with that stinky old man, I would have left long ago. Calculating the time, I can get away in another hundred years. Whatever the Bei family does to me after that, I have nothing to do with them. I'm back only because of a sound transmission note from you. Old friend, you can't deny this favor."
Li Youyang sighed helplessly: "Tell me, how can I return it if you miss me?"
Zhou Gan curled his lips: "Tell me how you died that year?"
Li Youyang frowned.
"Tell me the favor is returned."
Li Youyang: "In order to seal the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, I sacrificed my soul and died."
Zhou Gan was displeased: "Do you think I'm stupid? Can you take over a body by sacrificing a living soul with blood? Besides, you need to sacrifice a living soul with blood to seal a cave of ten thousand demons?!"
Li Youyang's eyes darkened: "This is the cause of my death."
Zhou Gan sighed. If Li Youyang didn't want to say it, no one could ask. He owed this man too much in the past, and even his life was saved by Li Youyang.
A hundred years ago, Li Youyang died. He once suspected Nan Liujing and joined Guanhe Sword Sect. However, he dispelled his doubts when he saw Nan Liujing holding the corpse with a half-dead look. Now that he is back, he wants to avenge him, but Li Youyang won't say anything. How can he take revenge?
Zhou Gan said, "Okay, I've repaid the favor."
Li Youyang asked again: "What is your current cultivation level?"
Zhou Gan: "Quasi-Saint, you can become a Saint in about three years. What's wrong? Are you afraid that I can't defeat your enemy because he's too powerful?"
Li Youyang frowned and took out the fragment of the divine formula that He Zimo gave him: "I give this to you for safekeeping."
Zhou Gan took it and asked, "What is this?"
Li Youyang: "He Zimo said it was a fragment of the divine formula, and the demons are looking for it."
Zhou Gan's brows grew serious. "What the demons are looking for must not be ordinary. Why don't you give it to Fu Guangjun or Nan Liujing for safekeeping? They are both saints now, so they should be able to do better."
Li Youyang: "He Zimo doesn't trust them."
Zhou Gan put the things away and said, "Okay, leave them here for now."
Li Youyang added, "The Bei family has a demon clan infiltrating. Beitang Jing's death is related to that demon clan."
Zhou Gan didn't take it seriously: "Even if there were no demons, that child wouldn't have survived. He's too kind-hearted. If he were a casual cultivator, it would be fine, but since he's from a noble family, the ending is bound to be bad."
Li Youyang was silent.
Zhou Gan continued, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Why did you accept Bei Liyuan as your disciple? You doted on Nan Liujing so much back then. I thought you would only have one disciple in your life!"
Li Youyang's eyes darkened.
"You! You're still as clueless as ever. Is your death related to Nan Liujing?"
Li Youyang was silent.
Zhou Gan sighed silently. If it was someone else, he would have rushed to kill him without saying a word, but since this person was Nan Liujing, it would be difficult to deal with him. A hundred years ago, he would not have even hesitated. Now, not to mention that the other person had become a saint and he could not defeat him, even if he could really beat him, who would dare to touch his apprentice without Li Youyang's order.
Just as he was thinking about this, the people on the stage had finished drawing lots. There were six groups in total. Elder Zhao said: "The competition begins now."
In just a cup of tea, all six competitions were over, and everyone drew lots again to proceed to the second round.
Zhou Gan looked at it and shook his head: "The younger generation of the Bei family is so weak, they are doomed to fail in the future."
The second round also ended quickly, leaving only Beili Yuan, Beili Ming, and Beili Shang.
After another draw, Bei Liyuan was lucky enough to lose.
Bei Lishang sneered: "I didn't expect that the last game would be to fight a piece of trash."
Bei Liming's eyes darkened: "I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity."
Zhou Gan watched the two fight and finally regained some spirit: "Finally, there's something worth watching."
After three rounds, Beili Shang was clearly at a disadvantage, and the subsequent fights were boring. Beili Ming probably wanted to prevent Beili Shang from losing too badly, so he let the Bei family win.
Another quarter of an hour passed before Beili Shang was defeated.
Elder Zhao stepped forward and said, "The final match will be between Bei Liming and Bei Liyuan. The winner will be the young master of the Bei family and the next heir to the Bei family."
Two figures followed the sound onto the arena.
Everyone off the court was not optimistic about Bei Liyuan:
"It's just a foolish dream, but Fang Fang, who has practiced for three years, still wants to defeat Master Bei Liming. It's ridiculous."
"Yes, in my opinion, it's simply courting death. Even if Elder Zhou is here, I'm afraid he won't be able to save him if Bei Liming kills him."
Zhou Gan frowned. Who was he looking down on?
Bei Liming said calmly, "Li Yuan, it's too early for you to fight me now. It would be better if you just admit defeat, so that I don't get hurt accidentally."
Bei Liyuan said coldly, "We'll know the outcome after the battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, he summoned the magic sword.
Bei Lishang was stunned for a moment: "This is my natal immortal sword!"
"A top-grade mystical weapon! This halo should soon be upgraded to a Dao weapon!"
Bei Liming's pupils shrank. He was afraid he had underestimated Bei Liyuan. His cultivation was at least at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, or even higher! But even Fu Guangjun couldn't do it in three years. This person must have learned some method of rushing for success. Such a cultivation level was very weak and not to be feared, but this person's life must not be spared.
Bei Liyuan gently stroked the immortal sword, and wherever the sword passed, the immortal sword had a faint halo, and abundant immortal power flowed through the sword body, and then he slashed with the sword.
Bei Liming held his sword to block the blow, and under the impact, he felt the weight of his cultivation, like a mountain pressing down on him. His body gradually bent under the pressure, and his eyes were filled with shock. How could it be possible?! This was the true cultivation of the Void Refining Realm! This was not some quick accumulation.
After being shocked, Bei Liming exerted all his strength to knock away the immortal sword, and at the same time dodged and retreated into the void.
A hint of coldness appeared on Bei Liyuan's lips: "Can you escape?" In the blink of an eye, he was behind Bei Liming and slashed down with a heavy sword.
"So fast!" Bei Liming's heart trembled, and he quickly dodged, avoiding one sword. Before he could catch his breath, the second sword came.
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"How is this possible? Bei Liming was actually beaten by Bei Liyuan! What kind of cultivation level is Bei Liyuan?"
"Perhaps Young Master Beili Ming did this on purpose. Didn't he also let Beili Shang win when he was fighting him just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream was heard, and Bei Liming was seriously injured and vomiting blood.
Everyone sighed.
Bei Liming stood up in a panic and wiped the blood from his lips. His eyes were cold and gloomy. His fingertips moved quickly, and a powerful pressure instantly filled the entire arena: "Start the formation!"
After a sound, the arena was reflected with dazzling light. Bei Liyuan suddenly felt infinite pressure, as if he was in a space crack. His eyes darkened slightly, and a shield protected his body to resist the pressure.
Beneath the arena, Bei Lishang's eyes flashed fiercely: "Formless Formation! The supreme secret method, the patriarch is really partial."
In the arena, the Wuxiang formation was fully activated, and beads of sweat were already appearing on Bei Liyuan's head.
Bei Liming's eyes darkened: "Go to hell!"
After one sound, the pressure became even greater.
Bei Liyuan raised a cold look: "You are still far from being able to fight with formations!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the air, formed a seal with his right hand, and drew a formation with his left hand. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then several bolts of lightning struck Bei Liming.
"Ten Directions Thunder Formation!" Bei Lishang was shocked. Where did Bei Liyuan learn this supreme secret technique? Without the Bei family's resources, how did he achieve such a high level of cultivation in three years?!
Accompanied by rumbling thunder, Bei Liyuan suddenly stopped, pinched his fingers to make sword gestures, and the magic sword disappeared in the thick clouds in an instant. At the same time, a narrow and long lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder, and a drizzle began to fall on the arena, as fine as cow hair, and everywhere.
Every drop of rain that hit the ground created a huge crater, but apart from the rumbling thunder, there was no other explosion sound. The most bizarre scene appeared in the arena.
Zhou Gan folded his arms in interest and said, "This is the Ten Thousand Blades Sword Seal of the Wuxin Realm. It cannot be achieved without the Great Vehicle stage. Youyang, you have accepted another extraordinary disciple."
Li Youyang was proud of it.
Bei Liming's eyes were cold and gloomy. If this continued, there would only be defeat! The only option now was to fight to the death! After thinking about it, he turned around and stepped forward, using his body as a shield, and rushed towards Bei Liyuan under the rain of swords.
Bei Liyuan curled the corners of his lips slightly, pinched his fingers to make sword gestures, and the immortal sword instantly turned into a sky-high sword shadow to meet the opponent, while at the same time, thunder and lightning in the sky also bombarded the opponent.
Everyone closed their eyes, unable to bear to look.
The next moment, the thunder stopped, all things stopped, the world returned to silence, and then a loud bang resounded through the sky.
After the loud noise, Bei Liyuan stood proudly in the void, while Bei Liming spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground, unable to fight anymore.
No one expected this to be the outcome.
Elder Zhao walked up to the arena and announced, "Bei Liyuan wins this battle. The next young master of the Bei family will be..."
"Wait! Bei Liyuan must not become the young master of the Bei family! Otherwise, the Bei family will be destroyed!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man walking towards them with difficulty, covered in wounds.
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