Demon Recovery: I Will Become Stronger When I Kill The Demon

According to the disciples who came back, the first place in the sect competition this time should be you.

Ignoring the plans of the masters in the audience, Feng Songzi looked at Lin Yi and said slowly.

As soon as the words came out.

Although the grandmasters in the audience had already guessed this, someone still jumped out.

An old Taoist in a white robe suddenly stood up, first bowed slightly to Feng Songzi, and then said loudly.

"Vendor Master, I think it's inappropriate to jump to conclusions like this, after all, this martial arts competition happened suddenly, and there are still many talented disciples in the sect who haven't had time to get out.

"So the matter of Dabi still needs to be considered in the long run."

"That's right, it's very unfair to those gifted disciples who haven't passed the test just to set the rankings in the competition like this."

Hearing the words of the white-robed old man, many masters and elders also echoed.

Of course, most of them are elders of the Qiaojian lineage in white robes.

"Oh!"

Feng Songzi, who was sitting upright, was not surprised to see this scene.

After all, in today's Zhujian Villa, the skillful sword line is in full swing, and masters and geniuses emerge in large numbers.

On the other hand, in the sword casting lineage, there are faint signs of becoming a sword casting master.

Over the years, the martial arts competition has always been monopolized by the skillful sword lineage.

This time they were suppressed by the sword casting, and they were naturally unwilling.

Especially this time the reward is still the extremely precious Kun Di Long Yuan.

"Since this is the case, according to Elder Fu's wishes, what should this competition be like?"

Feng Songzi glanced at the elders who spoke out, and spoke lightly.

As the master of the sect, he is naturally very clear about the competition within the sect.

Although he was born in the same line as Qiaojian, but he will not favor Qiaojian by 30%.

Because whether it is Qiaojian or Zhujian, they both belong to Zhujian Villa, and both are indispensable.

For the competition between the two veins, he has always let it go, as long as there is no chaos, most of them will turn a blind eye and close one eye.

After all, for a sect, only when there is competition can there be pressure, which also means good vitality.

This is a good thing.

"According to the old man, it's best to hold this competition in the form of a ring, so that the strength of the disciples in the sect can be seen most intuitively." "

Fu Zhentian cupped his hands towards the top of the main hall, and said politely.

"That's right, owner, the ring battle is more fair.

"indeed so."

Many elders in the audience voiced their support.

Especially those elders with young figures standing behind them.

Seeing this scene, Feng Songzi still had a calm expression, and once again dropped a blockbuster.

"Nowadays the situation in Da Yue is turbulent, the demon Black God will join forces to cause chaos, and the attitudes of the three sects are ambiguous, obviously there is a tendency to reshuffle the cards."

"So we have only four factions and ten sects left. After discussion, we decided to have a duel. The target of the duel is the younger generation in each sect. The winner will receive a lot of rewards from the four sects and ten sects.

The indifferent voice fell.

Many elders in the audience showed a look of astonishment.

Although the various sects and factions compete with each other on weekdays, the younger generation also competes with each other a lot.

But most of them are only carried out between a few forces in a county.

It is extremely rare for younger generation disciples to compete with almost all major powers except for the three sects.

In the past century, there have been only a handful of times.

If there is such a move in normal times, it is nothing.

But at such a juncture, making such a move made the elders here a little uncertain.

However, a few of them did not have any fluctuations in their expressions, and the old gods were sitting upright.

Without exception, each of these few people stood behind a young disciple.

Among them, Fu Zhentian was impressively listed.

It seems that he got the wind in advance.

The other elders stared fixedly at Fu Zhentian and the excited young disciples standing behind the other elders, and they seemed to have thought of something.

It seems that this duel is not ordinary.

Thinking of this, many elders couldn't help but regret that they didn't bring their own disciples in.

However, he also thought that the powerful disciples under his command had been buried in the belly of the demon.

And the remaining disciples are useless [especially those elders standing behind them.

Almost all of them are warriors at the peak of alchemy who have just left the customs.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

He could see all the expressions of the elders.

Then he opened his mouth slowly.

"The arena battle can indeed show a person's combat power more intuitively, but in many cases, combat power is not necessarily the final decisive factor, and luck is equally important.

"And Lin Yi was able to return safely from the group of monsters alone, and he has extraordinary combat power. It can be said that his talent and luck are rare, so this time he deserves to be the first in the martial art competition."

Speaking of this, the original indifference on Feng Songzi's face disappeared, and there was an unquestionable affirmation in his words, and the power and influence belonging to the master of a sect was fully displayed.

Now that I won the first place in the big competition, I decided to send Lin Yi to represent us at Zhujian Villa to participate in the various parties' battles. "

Hearing the haul of Feng Songzi's final decision, the elders in the audience who were a little agitated immediately stood silently.

They are very familiar with this owner, and he is a very easy-going person on weekdays, but once a decision is made, it is extremely difficult to change it.

At this time, Fu Zhentian's complexion was very ugly, but his eyes fell behind Feng Songzi, above Taoist Song Ming who closed his eyes and meditated.

"Ahem..."

After a while, Taoist Songming slowly opened his eyes and coughed lightly.

"Owner, this little friend Lin Yi, whether it is strength, luck or character, can be regarded as a top choice. It doesn't hurt to be the first in the competition."

"It's just that I think the sect party may have to seriously consider the candidates for this matter."

"After all, this matter involves the sect's prestige and face (good Zhao), it's better for the strongest young generation in the sect to participate in the competition."

"Although little brother Lin has extraordinary combat power, he may not be considered the strongest in the sect."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Taoist Song Ming stopped talking and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

It seemed that the one who spoke just now was not him.

When Feng Songzi heard this, he frowned slightly, with a look of hesitation in his eyes.

One is that although Taoist Songming is not the head of the sect, his strength is also extraordinary, and more importantly, his identity is his genuine uncle.

Second, what Taoist Song Ming said was not wrong, the ranking of the duel this time is indeed the face of a sect.

Thinking of this, Feng Songzi naturally fell into entanglement.

After all, for Lin Yi's son, he still values ​​the opportunity very much.

And at this moment.

A deep voice suddenly sounded from the audience.

"Who says I'm not the strongest!".