Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Qin Manyang pursed her lips and bowed slightly, "Meet the Holy Son."

Xu Sanyan waved his hand casually, "Hey, we are so familiar with each other, why should we be so formal."

Qin Manyang had thousands of questions in her heart that she wanted to talk about. She wanted to know how Xu Sanyan came out of Dagu Mountain and how he became the Holy Son, but what she was most curious about was Xu Sanyan's cultivation.

She found that she... couldn't see through his cultivation!

Qin Manyang's lips moved slightly, and the words came to her lips, but she couldn't speak. At this moment, Xu Sanyan was no longer the person who let her play with him.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Liu Tang felt a little curious. He stroked his beard and looked at Qin Manyang, "Elder Qin recognizes the Holy Son?"

Without waiting for Qin Manyang to answer, Xu Sanyan took the lead, "When I first came to Zhongzhou, it was Elder Qin who showed me the way. I can't achieve what I have today without the help of Elder Qin."

"I dare not. The Holy Son is a man of great luck. He can turn misfortune into fortune and turn disaster into blessing. I dare not take credit for it." Qin Manyang hurriedly declined.

Xu Sanyan shook his head and did not continue to talk to her, "You and I will talk later. Zhu'er, arrange a seat for Elder Qin."

"Yes, Master."

Qin Manyang sat at the end of the elders, and his heart was still uneasy.

Looking at the field again, the top four have been decided, and the next game will be held after an hour of rest.

The winners were flushed, and it was difficult to suppress their excitement, because even if they lost next, they could enter the Holy Son's door and receive protection. In the Demon Sect, nothing is more important than this.

On the other hand, the losers were all dejected. The four of them still had one last chance to decide who would get the fifth place and become a disciple of the Holy Son. At this moment, they were fighting in another arena.

Becoming a disciple of Xu Sanyan did not mean becoming his master, but was similar to being an employee, only being qualified to obey his orders.

In other words, they were trying their best to qualify as Xu Sanyan's slaves.

But even if they were slaves, this was an opportunity that many people wanted but could not get.

In a blink of an eye, an hour had passed. This time, Lin Fan faced a woman with long hair tied up high, a slender figure, wearing a light blue robe, holding a big gun, and looking very heroic.

Xu Sanyan took a few more glances. He liked this tone very much, so he turned his head and said to Xiangtan, "This woman is not bad."

Xiangtan understood, "Yes."

Just one sentence changed the fate of the woman.

As expected, Lin Fan won easily. The other group had a small gap in strength, and the fight was very stalemate. After a hundred moves, one person won with difficulty.

Another hour later, the two stood on the ring. This was the last battle. The winner would become the champion of the first outer sect competition!

At the beginning of the battle, after only a dozen moves, Lin Fan defeated his opponent with overwhelming advantage and kicked him off the ring.

At this point, the first outer sect competition was completely over!

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Lin!"

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Lin..."

People familiar with Lin Fan came forward to congratulate him. Whether they were sincere or false, they could not change the result. Everyone knew that he was like a dragon entering the sea, and he would be very different from now on.

Lin Fan was excited, suppressed his excitement, and greeted everyone.

After they were a little quiet, Xu Sanyan stood up, "It doesn't matter if you fail this time. There will be the next one in three years. During this period, all disciples should work hard to practice and strive to win the championship in three years. The top five can come to me later."

"Thank you, Holy Son!"

Everyone was inspired by his words and made up their minds to show their talents in three years.

Xu Sanyan smiled slightly and spoke slowly, "Five days later, there will be a competition for inner disciples. All disciples in the foundation building stage can participate, and the top five can become my disciples."

"Inner disciple competition?" An old man was stunned when he heard this.

"Do we also have a chance to become the disciples of the Holy Son?"

"Five days, we must intensify our practice. I feel that the breakthrough to the middle stage of foundation building will be in these few days. We should strive to break through before the competition."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and Xu Sanyan turned and left.

"Farewell to the Holy Son!"

This time the shouting was more enthusiastic and more shocking than the last time. Qin Manyang was stunned and didn't understand what happened.

Why has Xu Sanyan's prestige been so high in such a short time?

She has been in Chilong Mountain for hundreds of years, and she has never seen such a scene.

Liu Tang saw her like this and shook his head slightly. I said she was only a hundred years old, even if I lived for more than four hundred years, I would not have seen it.

As Xu Sanyan left, the crowd gradually dispersed.

He actually didn't think much of the inner disciples' competition, because most of the remaining inner disciples on Chilong Mountain were old, weak, sick and disabled.

And some of the most talented disciples had been lost in the depths of Wanmo Mountain a few days ago, such as Luo Yu, Zhou Longsheng, Chi Yu and others.

The rest were people who were not qualified to participate in the competition for the Holy Son, that is, they were over seventy years old and had weak potential.

Moreover, they had been in the Demon Sect for a long time and had been infected by the Demon Sect's big dye vat. Their hearts had long been demonized and they might not remember his kindness.

But the outer disciples were different. They had only been in the sect for a short time and most of them had a simple heart. They had just suffered a period of training and abuse, and they were indignant.

At this time, Xu Sanyan gave them hope, just like a beam of sunlight piercing the darkness and shining on their hearts, making them grateful.

But it didn't take much effort, so they held it, just as a lively event to get rid of the depressing atmosphere on the mountain.

As soon as Xu Sanyan returned to the cave, Qin Manyang followed and bowed, "Meet the Holy Son."

Xu Sanyan waved her hand towards Xiangtan and others, signaling them to step back. She slowly stood up and came to Qin Manyang's side. Without saying a word, she only circled around her twice, and finally stood behind her.

"Hiss...hoo..."

Holding her waist with one hand, he leaned close to her gently, put his nose to her cheek and took a deep breath. The aroma rushed straight to his nose, and Xu Sanyan had a confused look on his face.

Qin Manyang's body trembled visibly, but she did not dare to move rashly.

"Elder Qin, how long have we not seen each other?"

Xu Sanyan put his lips close to Qin Manyang's ear, and as he spoke, the slightest air flow penetrated into her cochlea, making her feel itchy.

"One... more than a year." Qin Manyang tensed her body and still did not put down her arched hands.

"It's been more than a year..."

Xu Sanyan exerted a slight force on his arm to bring her closer to him, "Do you know how I have lived for more than a year?"

Qin Manyang pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer.

Xu Sanyan thought to himself, "If you hadn't killed people in Yuejia City and caused me to be hunted down, how could you have caused me to fall into that big lonely mountain?"

The trip to Dagushan was the closest Xu Sanyan had ever come to death. If there was no cheat to protect his mind, he would definitely die, and the culprit behind all this might be the woman in his arms.

Qin Manyang explained in a low voice, "I didn't expect that either..."

"No!"

Xu Sanyan interrupted loudly. He held her waist with one hand and pinched her neck from behind with the other hand. He stretched out his red tongue and kissed her slender and white neck gently. He narrowed his eyes and whispered,

"It's not that you didn't expect it, you just don't care. Even if I die, what impact will it have on you? You think so?"