I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Ben Lei Zong Shen Lian."

"Scorpion King Wu Tu Sanchuan!"

"Please."

"kill!"

On the arena, the two disciples each pulled out the spears behind their backs and fought to one place.

He was so troubled by Yin Jianghong before, and Guan Shi'an's birthday banquet was also in no mood to hold, so he directly re-planned the Yingjie meeting process. Originally, he wanted to change the name together, but at Yin Jianghong's insistence, Yingjie was retained in the end. The name of the Youth Association.

"what!"

Hearing a scream, Shen Lian, who was stabbed in the left shoulder, knelt on the ground, reluctantly admitting defeat.

"Scorpion King Wu Tu Sanchuan wins."

With the sound of the referee's slightly helpless pronouncement.

There was a burst of cheers from the Demon Sect disciples.

"Beautiful fight! Brother Sanchuan is amazing!"

"Brother Tu, I'll leave the door for you tonight~"

"Hahaha, I'll leave the door for you too."

"Go away! You rude man, don't disgust me."

...

Compared with the laughter and laughter of the demon sect disciples, the decent disciples were bleak.

"How could this happen... Senior Brother Shen has also lost."

And the only response to this sentence was silence.

It's not that the decent disciples can't afford to lose so much, but after two days of competition, the decent side has been losing more and winning less, and several disciples who have been given expectations have all lost.

"Oh, it seems that our demon sect has won the marksmanship arena. Let's give and give, hey, Sect Master Guan, wouldn't your decent disciples lose like this because we are guests and let us? This is really true. No need, our demon disciples are a little embarrassed to win."

On the high platform, Yin Jianghong said to Guan Shian with a smile on his face.

Although Guan Shian thought that Yin Jianghong must have come prepared, he thought "preparation" was that Yin Jianghong must have some bigger plan to implement, so he had secretly asked the elders of Zongli and all the white fans to go out to investigate.

However, after two days of competition, Guan Shian found out that Yin Jianghong had no other plan at all, just brought his proud disciples to slap them in the face.

After two days of competition, the decency was suppressed in all directions, and even several competitions were lost to the end, and there was not even a decent disciple who advanced to the next round.

This made him very embarrassed, but he couldn't understand why this happened. It stands to reason that the magic sect is not as decent as them in terms of resources and prestige. Why is the young generation taught by them so powerful!

Seeing that Guan Shi'an didn't speak, Yin Jianghong didn't mean to stop, and continued: "Could it be that Sect Master Guan is angry? In the competition, there are always winners and losers, this time we win, next time you lose, both are very normal."

Guan Shian took a deep breath, looked ahead and said, "Sect Leader Yin, who will laugh at the end is not sure."

"Of course, it's just that our Demon Cult advocates having fun at the moment. When you win, you can be happy when you win, and it's not too late to feel uncomfortable when you lose."

Guan Shian stopped talking after listening, and looked at another arena.

On the other hand, Jiang Beiran won the opponent and came to the arena of the competition, and found that the decent disciple was the same as yesterday, and it was difficult to get a victory.

Although Jiang Beiran didn't expect that the decent would lose so badly, but he still understands why it has become like this.

The difference in "enrollment channels" is too great.

In the composition of the decent disciples, a large part are the family children of the counties and counties in Fengzhou. These disciples not only have a good foundation, but also can provide connections for the sect, which is simply perfect.

As for the demon sect, many of the people who joined were children or orphans from the poorest family.

If the decent elite disciple is one in a hundred, then the elite disciple of the Demon Sect is one in ten thousand.

The probability of being a genius in 100 people and the probability of being a genius in 10,000 people, you don't need to think about which is higher.

If the decent continues to believe in the disciples of the family and ignore the "mud legs" in their eyes, the gap between this new generation will continue to grow.

‘If you think about it this way, it’s good to be hanged and beaten for a while, and my plan will have a chance to go live. ' But Jiang Beiran sighed just after thinking about it, 'but the trouble is that the purpose of these demon sects is definitely more than that. ’

Amid the sighs of the major disciples, another day of competition passed, and fewer and fewer of the disciples survived.

At night, the decent disciples who had not yet been eliminated were gathered in a banquet hall. Jiang Beiran glanced a little and found that there were only more than 60 people left...

'It's almost wiped out...'

At the main table, several sect masters all looked solemn. At this time, they were not worried about what evil plan Yin Jianghong was brewing, but about where their old faces should be put after they lost completely tomorrow.

For Guan Shi'an, who has a good face, rearranges the stage, and loves to show off, the past two days have highlighted a torment. A good "show-off conference" has literally turned into a "face-slap conference", which makes him completely unable to accept.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the banquet hall became more and more depressing, Guan Shian stood up with a glass of wine and said to the disciples at the other tables: "The new generation disciples of the Demon Sect do have amazing strength, we must admit this, but in this way In the fierce confrontation, you won, and I believe you can continue to maintain such a victorious attitude and continue to win to the end."

"In addition, in order to inspire all the disciples here, whether it's martial arts or biwen, as long as he can win the leader, this seat is rewarding him with an additional five pieces of mid-level spirit.

stone. "

The disciples present immediately stood up and cupped their hands after hearing this: "I will do my best in waiting! I will win the leader!"

A full five middle-grade spirit stones! This is a wealth they can't imagine.

Of course, not every disciple is so excited. If it were a few days ago, Wu Qingce might be a little surprised, but after participating in the auction with his senior brother, he has no feelings for the five middle-grade spirit stones. After all, the cheapest item that day cost fifteen middle grade spirit stones.

"Hey~ five middle-grade spirit stones, I also heard it~" Yin Jianghong suddenly pushed open the door of the banquet hall and shouted, holding a greasy roast lamb leg in his hand.

Guan Shi'an, who had been annoyed by him for the past two days, almost crushed the wine glass in his hand, took a deep breath and said, "Is there anything wrong with Master Yin?"

"I'm here to thank Sect Master Guan. The deity is so moved by entertaining my disciples with so many good wines and dishes. In addition, I would like to ask, if my disciple wins the championship, will there be an extra five yuan? Pin Lingshi as a reward?"

Resisting the urge to curse, Guan Shian replied, "This is what I personally inspired my disciples, not a prize."

"Don't be like this, we're all a family, what's the point..."

"Who are you and your family! If you're okay, please go out, Sect Master Yin. I still have something to tell these disciples."

After taking a bite of the roast leg of lamb, Yin Jianghong did not retreat and said: "Don't rush me away, I haven't thanked you yet, you see that you have to invite us to a big meal if you lose, I'm really grateful ."

Seeing that Yin Jianghong was going to be disgusting again, Guan Shian, who knew that he couldn't drive him away, could only say to the other sect masters: "Let's go here today, go back and encourage your own disciples."

"Okay, Sect Master Guan, be careful."

Bowing to Guan Shi'an, the sect masters left the table and took their disciples out of the banquet hall.

'Hey, are you leaving? Let’s talk more, the disciples you brought are all pretty good. ’

As soon as Yin Jianghong finished speaking, he saw Guan Shian come to him, grabbed him and pulled him to the main table.

After leaving the banquet hall, Lu Yinlong returned to his house with the few remaining disciples.

Walking into the hall, Lu Yinlong sat on the Taishi chair and sighed.

At this moment, there are five remaining disciples of Guixin Sect, namely Wu Qingce, Lin Yuyan, Mo Xia, Ning Yushu and Jiang Beiran.

In this situation, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

‘The Guixin Sect really is all me in c. ’

After sighing, Lu Yinlong raised his head and said: "Although the performance of decency this time is really bleak, I still feel a little relieved in my heart. Among the only eight disciples left in the competition, there is one of my Guixin Sect. Well done."

Wu Qingce immediately cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much for your praise."

Then Lu Yinlong looked at the other four disciples and said, "Your responsibilities are also very heavy. In the past, we used to be proud of the wind, flowers and snow, but this time we were swept away by the muddy legs of the Demon Sect on the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's a shame. what."

In fact, Jiang Beiran was also very surprised at this point. He was able to figure it out a little when he lost in martial arts, but he didn't expect that the disciples of the demon sect actually began to cultivate their sentiments, and all of them had unique skills.

Although there is no first place in the text, it is for the master. As for the disciples, it is easy to tell who is higher and who is lower.

Shaking his head, Lu Yinlong continued: "You should have heard it just now, Sect Master Guan said that he will reward the winner with five additional middle-grade spirit stones, so I, the Sect Master, naturally can't be stingy, as long as you can win the championship, I will Add ten middle-grade spirit stones."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" The five of them cupped their hands together.

"Go, have a good rest, and see you tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Walking out of the house, Ning Yushu said excitedly, "Fifteen middle-grade spirit stones! I have never seen so many of them when I grew up, and this time I think we should thank those demonic minions."

But after Ning Yushu finished speaking, he found that the other four didn't seem to be very excited.

For a while, Ning Yushu lost his interest, thinking about it, the decent disciple lost so tragically this time, he is still happy here, it really shouldn't be.

So, along the way, the five people returned to the guesthouse in silence, and went back to their rooms.

Lin Yuyan did not go back to the room directly, but danced all the way to the top floor of the guest house, unable to contain her excitement any longer.

‘Senior brother actually walked with me for a whole moment! And in front of so many people! Is this a public relationship? ? oops! ’

Lin Yuyan slapped a lantern hanging beside her with a slap in the middle of it! A pretty face turned completely red.