Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1587
"This time the No.1 election of Tianjimen, as a teacher, I don't ask any of you to win the title of No.1, because it is simply unrealistic. Shen Wuwang of Qianyuan and Lin Qiqi of Kunyuan have already passed away. It is the peak cultivation level of a seventh-rank mad martial artist. This year, Qianyuan also exploded a thousand sails. It is rumored that his cultivation level is not below that of God. Even Yangyuan has a very outstanding disciple named Feng Wushi. Ask for the strength of the top six."

Daoist Yugui sighed softly, with a sad expression on his face, "So, my teacher's expectation for the nine of you is that it is enough for one of you to enter the top six. Don't be like the past, where no one can be squeezed into the top six. "

This topic is very serious.

Ye Luo suddenly realized that Yinyuan's position in the four courtyards was not just as simple as being the last.In every No.1 general election, not even being able to make it to the top six is ​​already a "shame" level.

No wonder there are rumors that the dean of Qianyuan, that is, Master Yuxuan, the head of Tianjimen, once considered removing Yinyuan from Tianjimen and disbanding it directly, and scattered the disciples in the courtyard to other three courtyards. In this world where the winner is respected, the Yin Yard, which has been at the bottom of the millennium, really doesn't even need to exist.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will live up to expectations."

An extremely gloomy voice came from Shen Tumu.

He is the elder brother of the Yinyuan, and he is the strongest disciple in the Yinyuan. He is the one under the greatest pressure.

In the last Tianjimen No.1 general election, he was ranked seventh, only a little short of No.6, and he was able to get in.

"Well, the teacher believes in you."

Daoist Yugui nodded, and patted the big apprentice on the shoulder, "I also believe in your juniors and sisters."

**
Three days later, the No. 1 general election of Tianjimen opened.

Early this morning, Master Yugui led the nine participating disciples on foot to the top of the Qianyuan Mountain.

"Dean, why don't we use the flying magic weapon to go up?"

Seeing a group of people walking up the mountain on foot, the kid Ye Gucheng frowned and asked a question, "If you can't use the flying magic weapon, you can also fly on the animal pet. This step by step is so tiring."

A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of Master Yugui, his eyes were dim, and he did not speak.

"To shut up!"

Shentu Mu's clan brother, Shentu Yanjin, who is also the top nine disciples in the Yin Yuan, suddenly sternly stood up, stared at Ye Gucheng with extreme displeasure, and reprimanded him coldly, "Junior Brother Ye, are you doing this on purpose?" Poke Master's scar!"

"what?"

Ye Gucheng was stunned, "Why did I poke Master's scar?"

"Do you really not know, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

Shentu Yanjin rolled her eyes and clenched her fists, "Shut up quickly, or I will beat you up!"

"Hey, Yanjin doesn't have to be like this."

Daoist Yugui spoke to stop him, stretched out a hand, and clasped it on Shentu Yanjin's wrist, preventing him from inflicting violence on Ye Gucheng, "This child Ye Gucheng is a freshman who just entered the Yinyuan this year. It's normal. Since I asked, let me explain it as a teacher."

"There is an unwritten rule in the Tianjimen No.1 general election. The person with the worst score in the previous general election shall not use spiritual weapons, flying swords, or animal pets in the next competition. Go down the mountain to the competition venue up the mountain."

Master Yugui sighed, "This is a kind of punishment."

(End of this chapter)