That’s right, in addition to showing off his own cultivation, the original master also took advantage of the competition to severely humiliate several of his disciples.
A few poor guys who hadn't even learned how to fly a sword properly were forced to stand on the competition stage and were taken turns being ravaged by disciples from various sects.
No one held back at the beginning.
After all, the master is the best in the world of cultivation, so his disciple must not be much worse. What if he embarrasses himself if he doesn't try his best?
But the more the fight went on, the more I felt something was wrong. These people from the Yuxu Sect were not being modest, they were really weak!
It was this Immortal Sect Conference that made Gu Xingyun and his companions become the laughing stock for many years.
What a sin, what a sin.
He remembered that the youngest disciple was accepted at this conference, right?
The sect leader who sent his own son to be Yan Huailiu's apprentice regretted it so much when he saw Gu Xingyun and his group in such a miserable state.
A good seedling is given away for nothing!
"Master? Is there something wrong?" Gu Xingyun asked nervously.
Yan Huailiu waved his hand: "No, go back to sleep."
He needs to think carefully about how to avoid all acts that would lead to his own death and contribute to his blackening value at the Immortal Sect Conference.
This time, I definitely can't just watch my disciples get beaten.
You have to know that every beating they receive now will be avenged on them in the future. It's scary, isn't it?
Wait, that's not the point. The point is that there will be a lot of people coming tomorrow, right?!
He wants to communicate with a group of strangers!
You will be stared at by a group of people!
Yan Huailiu's eyes went dark for a moment, and he could almost foresee that he would be in a miserable state tomorrow, with his expression out of control and his whole body shaking with nervousness.
Help, why should he, a person with severe social anxiety, face all this!
Yan Huailiu didn’t care about the evil or the beating at the moment.
His mind was filled with questions: Is it too late to pretend to be unconscious now? Can he just leave this mess to his three apprentices?
He is really scared!!
Why do other people who travel through books have golden fingers?
Not only did he have nothing, but the system also went offline!
Help! Can you send him back?
Yan Huai burst into tears, took out a pen and paper with trembling hands, and began to plan with difficulty.
We have to survive until the system is back online, right?
"Calm down, let me think about what Baidu said at the time. How can I temporarily relieve my panic and trembling hands..."
As the candlelight flickered, a slender figure was reflected on the window, and it did not change for a long time.
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After the rain, the Yuxu Sect was completely shrouded in fog. From a distance, it really looked like a fairy mountain built in mid-air.
The several major sects that were invited felt the extremely rich spiritual energy surrounding them as soon as they entered the barrier. They looked at each other and sighed that it was indeed a Feng Shui treasure land.
The young man who met them at the door stepped forward quickly and saluted. "I am Chang Jingming of the Yuxu Sect. I am waiting here by the order of our Master. You have all had a hard journey. Please follow the disciples who led the way and rest."
He is so steady at such a young age, and behaves appropriately without showing any fear in front of a group of people.
Looking at their own disciples who were as taciturn as a fool and couldn't even speak properly, several of the masters showed expressions of disgust.
It’s really frustrating to compare yourself with others!
He nodded politely to Chang Sui, and the group continued to move forward.
The two people in the middle of the team whispered to each other: "How is it? Have you found out his strength?"
"No, this Yan Huailiu is quite capable. He must have used some secret method on his disciple. No matter who examines him, they can only see that he is in the early stages of Qi training."
The person who first asked the question twitched his lips. "Are you kidding? This disciple has been my disciple for three years, right? I remember that the entrance threshold of Yuxu Sect is extremely high. One must reach the middle stage of foundation building to join."
"Ah, that's why I said he was using some secret method to hide his strength. It's better for you and I to keep a low profile at this Immortal Sect Conference. I don't want my disciple to be used as a stepping stone in such an occasion."
…
Behind them, Chang Sui, who they listed as the main target of their fear, was looking at their backs with envy.
It was not until someone else came that he reluctantly looked away.
The Immortal Gate Conference normally lasts for seven days.
The first three days are for eating, drinking and resting, and on the fourth day, people start to sit and discuss the Dao and exchange their experiences in cultivation.
However, most of them started arguing from the evening of the third day, and continued until the fifth day when they could borrow the secret manuals of martial arts from the organizer's library.
On the sixth day, masters from all the major sects will compete against each other in a battle of dignity that will clearly determine the status in the world of cultivation. It can be said that the most exciting part of the Immortal Sect Conference is on this day.
The last day is a competition among disciples from various sects.
Those sects that lost miserably on the sixth day and ranked last would always choose to avenge their previous defeat on the last day, holding the mentality of: "I can't do it, but my apprentice can, and we have a promising future." It was quite interesting.
Yan Huailiu was staying in his room sorting out the general process of the past few days when there was a knock on the door.
A voice, still in its voice change phase and rather unpleasant, timidly sounded, "Master, are you awake? Sect Leader Lu and the others have been settled. Senior Brother asked me to ask you, should we take them directly to the dining hall or…"
The door was opened, and the unfinished words were suddenly stuck when he saw that face, and he began to stutter instantly: "Or is it... Master, Master? You, why are you..."
Yan Huailiu stroked the mask that almost covered his entire face, looking calm: "Huh? What's wrong?"
He searched the entire room last night before finding this thing. The half-hollow mask barely revealed his eyes and a tiny bit of his chin, while the rest was completely hidden.
When Yan Huailiu looked in the mirror, he was so happy that he laughed out loud. He felt so safe!
This way, even if you are so nervous that your facial muscles twitch, others may not be able to tell!
Moreover, this mask fits his face very closely, and the metal material doesn't give him any chance to twitch!
This is so friendly to a socially anxious person that it makes people want to kneel down and kowtow in gratitude!
To ensure that everything was foolproof, Yan Huailiu even took out an extremely loose robe and made sure that his hands and feet could be completely hidden under the clothes, so that even if he was scared to the point of trembling, no one would notice him.
He paid some attention to the young boy in front of him with rosy lips and white teeth, and when he saw the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, Yan Huailiu immediately confirmed his identity - Ling Xinghua, the second disciple of his original body, the unlucky guy who joined the sect a year later than Gu Xingyun.
Meeting Yan Huailiu's gaze, Ling Xinghua quickly lowered his head and replied, "Master, the people from Xuanyue Palace, Tianji Sect, and Yuehua Pavilion have already arrived. Senior Brother has already arranged accommodations for them, and the dining hall is also ready. Senior Brother asked me to ask you whether you should take them to the dining hall for dinner first, or deliver the food directly to their respective residences."
"Go arrange for a few people to take them over. They must be exhausted after such a long journey. Is Lingxi Peak ready? We'll hold a welcoming banquet there after everyone arrives tonight."
Yan Huailiu arranged the process according to his memory.
Ling Xinghua nodded: "Everything has been packed in advance, don't worry, Master."
It is indeed easy for a boy in the voice change period to become hoarse after speaking a few words. It can be seen that Ling Xinghua is trying his best to restrain himself and avoid losing his composure in front of his master.
Yan Huailiu looked him up and down, and suddenly remembered some restricted plots.
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