Harvesting Yin

"Yuan Hai, Chen Yulin, hurry up!"

After the elder in charge shouted, seeing that no one responded and stepped out, he frowned slightly and shouted loudly again.

Yang Que's heart trembled slightly, and he secretly prepared himself. Fang looked calm and walked out of the crowd.

When he reached the stone platform, he saw Yuan Hai standing in place, looking at him with eyes full of fear.

With a thought in his mind, he said with a faint smile: "Senior Brother Yuan, hurry up, it's been a month, your pain in the butt should be almost healed?"

The elder was slightly startled when he heard the words, but he didn't bother to ask any more questions. He glanced at Qingfengyuan's disciples, and his tone was a little angry: "There is another disciple, if you don't come up again, I will disqualify him immediately!"

Yuan Hai's face was full of bitterness, and hatred flashed in his eyes when he looked at Yang Que. He struggled for a few breaths in his heart, and then he walked to the stone platform, lowered his head and blushed, and said, "Elder, I admit defeat in this round."

"What, admit defeat?"

As soon as these words came out, those disciples who didn't know the situation were suddenly surprised and a little confused.

This competition hasn't even started yet, so why just admit defeat?

Even if the two of them are from the same lineage and know the root and the bottom, but now in the competition, the elders will impose restrictions on the one with the higher cultivation base. As long as they have rich fighting experience, it is entirely possible to win.

This disciple named Yuan Hai is too timid!

"Yuan Hai, are you sure you want to admit defeat?" the elder asked with a cold expression, feeling no surprise.

Yuan Hai stood under the stage, listening to the whispers of those disciples, feeling their mocking eyes.I feel extremely humiliated.

But he is indeed afraid of "Chen Yulin" to the bone, and he has self-knowledge.With his strength, he is definitely not the opponent's opponent.

So he would rather be ashamed now, than to be defeated and lose face all of a sudden, and possibly lose his life.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Yes, elder. I admit defeat."

The old man glanced at him, said no more, and announced directly: "This round, Chen Yulin from Qingfengyuan won."

Yang Que bowed to the old man, turned around and got off the stone platform, returned to the back of the crowd, and stood alone in the most inconspicuous place.

"Tsk tsk. Look at that junior brother just now. He's so young, he won without a fight."

"His name is Chen Yulin. I've heard of him. He was originally a cowardly disciple. He was often bullied, but he didn't dare to resist. I didn't expect that people are still afraid of him today. It's really strange."

"What's so strange about this. The younger brother named Yuan Hai may be more timid, or he may be injured. If he can't do it, he will just admit defeat. This doesn't show how powerful Chen Yulin is."

Those female disciples in Luohuayuan looked at Yang Que and started talking with a smile.

"That's right, I also think that junior brother is not strong enough. If it were someone else, he would have been beaten down long ago."

"Hee hee, Senior Sister Lian, you said change to another person. This person should refer to Senior Brother Zhao Xun whom you started to have a crush on?"

"Hmph, so what? If Senior Brother Zhao confronts him, I guarantee that he will be knocked down with one blow!"

"That's a good statement. Brother Chen is young and certainly lacks actual combat experience. Even if Brother Zhao suppresses his cultivation, he is still no match."

While the disciples were discussing in low voices, the next round of competition started again.

The sun slowly travels in the sky, and time passes bit by bit.

"In this round, Yu Hao from Qingyuan won."

"In this round, Liao Xiaoxuan from Luoxueyuan won."

……

As time went on, the competition became more and more exciting, and the fighting skills became more and more brilliant.

The winners were excited and cheered, while the losers were dejected, and some even died on the spot.

After more than half a day of selection and elimination, the remaining dozens of disciples are all those with the most outstanding combat experience and cultivation.

In this flower-by-flower competition, only five disciples can obtain the qualification to go to the Falling Flower Source, so the remaining disciples will have to go through a more urgent and cruel competition again.

The final competition is even more dangerous, and if one is not careful, the whole game will be lost.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Liao also participated this time, and the ranking is pretty good."

Standing at the back, Yang Que looked at Liao Xiaoxuan who was not far away, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he looked at Liao Xiaoxuan who was not far away, and there was a touch of gentleness in his eyes.

Liao Xiaoxuan seemed to feel his gaze, and when he turned his head to look, Yang Que had already closed his eyes, pretending to rest his eyes.

"The next few rounds will be very important. Winners can directly add [-] points, and losers will only have one last chance to compete, so everyone should pay attention."

On the stone platform, the old man looked majestic, and reminded those disciples who won.

"If this competition fails, there will only be one last chance to stand up, so this time, no matter what, we must win!"

When the dozens of disciples heard the old man's words, their expressions froze immediately, and their spirits were highly concentrated.

Yuan Hai had already been eliminated, and he stood beside Zhao Xun with a dejected face. When he heard the old man's words, his eyes flickered with resentment, as if he was whispering something to Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun nodded slightly, with a gentle smile still on his face, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Que, and there was nothing unusual in his expression.

Yang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, and a murderous intent gradually filled his heart.

"In the next round, Chen Yulin from Qingfengyuan will face Liao Xiaoxuan from Luoxueyuan!"

The old man's words suddenly resounded on the stone platform.

Yang Que twitched his brows, and stood there in a daze. He glanced at Liao Xiaoxuan, and saw that he was walking up the stone platform full of fighting spirit, his eyes were full of determination to win.

"Chen Yulin, why are you still in a daze, come up quickly!" The old man looked at him and shouted.

Yang Que nodded, thinking quickly about countermeasures, and walked slowly over.

"Hey, looking at Junior Brother Chen like that, he must be scared."

"Hmph, he wasn't good enough in the first place, but he was lucky in this competition, and he met a few disciples with worse cultivation, otherwise he would have been eliminated long ago. Now that he meets a strong one, he must have a guilty conscience."

"Sister Lian said that Senior Brother Liao, as we all know, is very experienced in actual combat and has a very good reputation in our Qingyuan County. He often goes down the mountain to do some demon-killing things."

"Let's see how Chen Yulin responds."

The women in Luohuayuan couldn't help laughing in a low voice when they saw Yang Que going up slowly.

Yuan Hai stood beside Zhao Xun, with resentment in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, I hope he will be killed by that Senior Brother Liao this time, then you don't have to do it yourself."

Zhao Xun's eyes shone brightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said, "I hope he can persevere. It's really interesting to see his body skills. I really want to compete with him."

Speaking of this, he smiled meaningfully, and said in a low voice: "Of course, I will help him avenge me at will."

... (To be continued..)