Chapter 140 Our faces are the best facade of the Supreme Sect

Until the Zhongzhou competition was approaching, the people who would be sent to the youth group's individual competition had not yet been decided.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The individual battles of each sect are divided into venues according to realms. Each realm can send one person. Other sects will hold a sect competition before the Zhongzhou competition to decide the quota to be sent out.

Xia Tianwu, Lin Du, and Yuan Ye were all classified as not good at fighting, and Yan Qing was only in the early stage of Tengyun Realm.

However, the difference in combat power between the Great Perfection and the initial stage of Tengyun Realm is huge, probably as big as the difference between Mo Lin before he lost his spirit bone and Lin Du before he learned physical training. It makes Yan Qing have no advantage at all if he goes out to fight.

But obviously, except Jinxuan, no one else from the Supreme Sect can go to the Qin Xinjing competition this year.

Lin Du had something to say, but Feng Chao predicted it in advance.

"No, you can't."

"I'm not a child anymore! Let me try!" Lin Du forced himself to act coquettishly.

Feng Chao got goosebumps all over her body. She was now immune to Lin Du's face... No way.

Lin Du lay on her desk, his chin resting on it, looking at her eagerly, as if he would not leave unless she agreed.

Feng Chao cleared his throat and asked, "Did I ask you to copy the Heart Sutra in vain?"

"Meh." Lin Du spoke with his chin still on the table, his words a little unclear, "How can it be considered a waste of copying? The pile is six feet high. Now I use it as rough paper for calculations. After calculations, I can even use it to heat the stove."

Feng Chao was speechless, "If your body gets hurt, it will take you three or two years to recover after you come back."

Lin Du tilted his head, "But the prizes for this individual competition are Wuding Dragon Bamboo and 100 Spirit Crystals."

"Wuding Dragon Bamboo is also known as Broken Bone Repairer. Mo Lin has broken his bones once a month on average in the past eight years. Let him feel a little involved."

Feng Chao: What kind of participation is this?

She didn't say anything for a moment, and the person opposite her successfully found the list of candidates for the Zhongzhou competition and filled in the empty box with the word "Lin Du".

Lin Du stood up and said, "It's settled then. I agree to it by default. Don't worry, I'm a formation master."

"You are now in the middle stage of Tengyun Realm." Feng Chao reminded her kindly, "A Tengyun Realm Great Perfectionist can knock you off the stage with one move."

Lin Du folded his arms without looking back, "The hermit has his own clever plan."

Feng Chao covered his head and said, "Don't go to the theater anymore! And don't read those messy stories!"

Lin Du had disappeared long ago.

A group of people began to prepare intensively for the Zhongzhou Competition. Before dinner every day, they listened to Lin Du's analysis of the annual secret realm assessment and military strategy sand table exercises on an empty stomach.

There is no sandbox in the Natural Canteen. The soups, meals and steamed buns have become mountains, hills and strongholds...

Yuan Ye suddenly felt like he was back in the day when he was watching the tutor teaching in class. However, Lin Du never said it was a sandbox drill. He only said there were nineteen big steamed buns in total, and we only have one of them now, so how are we going to snatch the remaining eighteen steamed buns.

Just like coaxing a child!

As a result, when he went back to have a dream, the sand table that the Grand Tutor used to deploy troops turned into steamed buns, and the Mercury River turned into egg drop soup.

Before leaving, the group went down the mountain together, claiming to buy supplies for the competition, but actually they were just hoarding food.

"I bought plum blossom cakes, butter abalones, pea yellows, dried meat, dried duck legs, shredded beef...what else?"

Ni Jinxuan unfolded the shopping list in her hand, "It seems that there is no more. I will make some new orange candies for Junior Master when I get back, and that will be enough!"

"It's okay. Senior Brother Wu will make the candy. Anyway, you can't bring any talismans, arrays, or magical instruments into the secret realm that you didn't make yourself. We can just take some food with us."

Orange candy is pretty good, but it sticks to your teeth. It will be embarrassing to have it stick to your teeth when the secret realm live broadcast is watched by so many people.

Moreover, Jiang Liang knew her sweet tooth. He would use maltose to replenish the body and sucrose to relieve the urgency. Whenever Lin Du practiced, he would boil candy beside her. If Lin Du made a mistake, he would add some strange medicine that Lin Du hated very much to the candy.

But this time Jiang Liang felt guilty and only added mint, which Lin Du liked.

The once-in-a-century Zhongzhou Competition finally arrived after the eager anticipation of the Supreme Sect.

The Zhongzhou competition was held on Mount Zhengde. When the group from the Supreme Sect arrived, there were already many people in the square.

Except for the contestants, the densely packed spectator seats were like the spectators in the ancient Roman Colosseum, with a noisy and bustling atmosphere. Surrounding the center field, there were eighteen seats below, which were the positions of the three sects, six schools and ten schools. The Supreme Sect had few people, and they sat on the same side with the Jese Sect. Behind these eighteen seats were some small sects that came to fish in troubled waters and had almost no names.

Several real people brought a group of children to the seat in the middle with the Supreme Sect's emblem engraved on it. Then they heard a group of kids behind them blurt out, "There are so many people."

Cang Li slapped him and said, "You are a prince after all, are you so ignorant of the world?"

Yuan Ye looked at his master innocently, "It was Junior Master who took the lead."

Cang Li remained calm, "Can your junior uncle be the same as you? She is young and has hardly been down the mountain in eight years."

Yuan Ye's eyes widened. "She went down the mountain to southern Yunnan eight years ago! I haven't been down the mountain in the past few years, except for competitions!"

"Didn't you play the zither for people in the sect's territory who passed away?" Cang Li crossed his arms, "You also made coffins for people."

Yuan Ye looked up at the sky, "Really?"

Yan Qing patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, sit down. Someone is already calling you to block their sight."

Yuan Ye turned around and asked, "Is there anyone in front of me? Who can stop me?"

"Uncle Junior Master...what else?" Yan Qingchong bowed to the family members sitting next to him in Gui Yuanzong's seat, and kept saying, "They are all waiting to see the first place on the Azure Cloud Ranking. Didn't they hear a bunch of people calling for Lin Du in the back?"

Yuan Ye:? Why didn’t you call me?

Lin Dusheng had a high score, and sat in the front row with a few of his senior brothers. At this moment, he was giving instructions, "Why do other sects have disciple uniforms? They are neat and tidy and look very impressive."

The number of people sitting in the seats from other sects alone is three or four times that of the Supreme Sect. In addition to those participating in the competition, there are also those who are observing.

The disciple uniform of King Guiyuanzong is platinum with auspicious beast patterns, while that of King Jesejong is aqua with silver patterns. The others are also varied but neatly arranged to form an entire spectrum, which is very cool.

But the Supreme Sect is just diverse and not neat and tidy; the clothes they wear are not of the same color; it is totally disorganized and undisciplined.

"It's okay," Feng Yi comforted her, "Our faces are the best facade of the Supreme Sect."

"Is our Supreme Sect a legitimate sect?" Lin Du asked in a low voice with his hands behind his back.

Cangli: ...Good question.

He didn't know whether it was proper or not, but he was here anyway.

Before the official opening time, Yan Qing came back from the Guiyuan Sect next door to share the news with a group of people, "I heard that the Guiyuan Sect spent a full 8,000 spirit stones to buy the news of the junior master uncle."

"Am I worth so much now?" Lin Du widened his eyes.

"Because Junior Master Uncle hasn't had any news for eight years, not only has he not found out your specific cultivation level, he doesn't even know if you are still alive."

Yan Qing whispered, "Others at least have competitions every year."

Lin Du gave him a mint candy made by Jiang Liang that was meant to refresh the mind and detoxify the body. "Good boy, have some candy."

She was satisfied.