Fog Survival

Because I don't need to say anything more, Zhou Yuanhe will highlight his status.

"Yanrou, don't be unreasonable!" Zhou Yuanhe took a deep look at Lin Hao, with a bit of fear in his eyes, and praised: "This is the saint of the ancient hidden sect, Wangxian Sect, little friend Lin Hao!"

"What? From the ancient hidden sect?!"

The people present were all shocked, with surprised expressions on their faces, and then looked at Lin Hao with some disbelief.

Wang Yanrou couldn't help frowning: "That's all myths and legends, this person must be a swindler."

Lin Hao just glanced at her coldly, didn't take it seriously, and didn't even say a word.

One of the old men stroked his beard and said in disbelief: "Yuanhe, Wangxian Sect was a super sect tens of thousands of years ago. It was said that there were immortals. There were dozens of powerful gods in its heyday, but it has long been destroyed. How could this person be a descendant of Wangxian Sect? Have you been deceived?"

"Indeed, what your uncle said makes sense. I know that you have always pursued the relics of immortals in ancient times, but these are illusory. You can't get too deep into it!"

Suddenly, Wangxian Sect appeared. Everyone's first reaction was suspicion. After all, it was too unbelievable.

Zhou Yuanhe was about to explain when a disciple suddenly ran in from outside the hall: "Report to the master, the people from the Canyang Sect are here again. They are shouting outside the hall and have beaten several brothers. Please ask the elders of the clan to make a decision for them."

After the words fell, the faces of everyone present changed, and they all showed anger, not caring about Lin Hao's identity.

"The Canyang Sect is really too much. Do you really think that our Guxuan Sect is a soft persimmon?" The white-bearded old man slammed the table and said angrily.

The master sighed helplessly, with a dark cloud between his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Alas, maybe they really think that we are a soft persimmon. Our Guxuan Sect... is really in decline."

Lin Hao raised his eyebrows, recalled the history of Guxuan Sect in his mind, and roughly understood the situation.

Once upon a time, both Guxuan Sect and Canyang Sect were top forces with powerful divine essences, the pinnacle existences of this continent, with comparable strengths, and they had a good relationship with each other and cooperated with each other.

But later, it was said that the remains of immortals appeared, and both ancestors went to explore, and finally all the powerful divine essences of the two sects died tragically in the remains.

Faced with such a disaster, the two top sects united as one and sent out a team again to explore the remains, find the way to the immortals, and only seek to get back the divine essences of the two ancestors.

But the accident happened at this time.

When the two jointly explored, they only found the divine essence of Guxuan Sect outside the remains, and did not find the divine essence of the powerful Canyang Sect.

In such a situation, the powerful Canyang Sect secretly killed people, turned against their allies in the battle, directly injured the people of Guxuan Sect, and forcibly snatched the divine essence.

After this battle, the Canyang Sect still maintained its identity as a Shenyuan Sect, and its strength was not greatly reduced, still standing at the top of the world of cultivation.

But the Guxuan Sect quickly declined. Not only did it lose its Shenyuan, but most of its Transcendental Powers were lost, and it was weakened from a top force in just a few decades.

After that, the two forces were like fire and water. In order to cut the grass and root out the trouble, the Canyang Sect even chased and intercepted the Guxuan Sect, plundering resources and killing the sect members.

The Guxuan Sect was forced to flee from the resource-rich central area to the relatively poor cultivation world now.

However, the Canyang Sect's ambition is far greater than that. It has never given up the oppression of Guxuan, and wants to completely crush this sect and plunder everything that Guxuan Sect has.

Even every year, it will organize a provocative act against Guxuan Sect, take the initiative to challenge and humiliate Guxuan Sect.

Under the pressure of strength, Gu Xuanzong could only be forced to agree, but because of its declining strength, it was defeated most of the time, and this situation has lasted for decades.

Lin Hao followed everyone out of the hall and came to the martial arts field outside.

I saw dozens of people wearing red moon and setting sun brocade robes, led by several old men, standing arrogantly on the stage.

"Humph, Gu Xuanzong's cowards, no one dares to come out to challenge this year? Hahahaha, do you have to choose your opponents yourself again?"

"Hahaha, if this group of rubbish knew the rules of the game, they would have peed their pants long ago. How could they dare to take the initiative to challenge on the stage."

"It's really getting worse every year. There were still a few unruly ones who could barely struggle back then, but now they have been beaten to the point of losing their blood completely!"

"Gu Xuanzong? Look, it might as well be renamed the Turtle Sect. !”

“Turtle Sect? You want to slander turtles, at least you can stick your head out. Let’s call it the Dinglu Cultivation Sect!”

“Hehe, this name is good. It is dedicated to cultivating Dinglu for our Canyang Sect. I heard that your generation’s sect master Wang Yanrou is extremely beautiful. You should quickly call her out and bring her back with a collar.”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

The ancient Xuan sect disciple below, his face was beating slightly, and his face was flushed. He wanted to challenge the ring directly.

The next moment, he was pulled down by the senior brother next to him.

"Brother, I can't bear it any longer. These bastards are really going too far."

"Don't be impulsive!" The brother was also gloomy, but more rational, and said in a deep voice: "You should know the rules of the challenge and the consequences of failure!"

"This..." Hearing this, the impulsive boy turned pale, and a hint of fear and humiliation appeared in his eyes.

The rules of the arena between Canyang Sect and Guxuan Sect were set many years ago.

Each side sent ten disciples under the age of 50 to compete in the arena. If they fainted or surrendered, they would lose. However, the consequences of failure were extremely serious and even cruel.

The disciples who failed in one match needed to sign a master-slave agreement with the winner and become the vassal of the winner. They would be sent back to the sect after 20 years.

Such a punishment for failure was far more terrifying than death!

For 20 years, the slaves of the enemy sect disciples not only suffered physical injuries, but also psychological humiliation, and even more humiliation to the entire sect.

Because of the decline of Guxuan Sect, since the establishment of this arena competition rules, it has almost never won a few games, and most of them ended in failure.

In the end, the disciples of the sect became slaves of the Canyang Sect, and most of them died of humiliation, and the Guxuan Sect became a laughing stock.

This is also why the disciples of the Canyang Sect call the Guxuan Sect a cauldron-cultivating sect.

A few years ago, many middle-level sisters participated in the ring competition and eventually became slaves of the Canyang Sect. After signing the master-slave agreement, they ended up in a miserable way. They were originally talented, but in the end they became tools for the Canyang Sect geniuses to improve their strength and objects of humiliation.

They also know what kind of horrible things they will experience after returning to the Canyang Sect.

Now thinking of this, all the Guxuan Sect disciples off the field are pale. No matter male or female disciples, they dare not easily step onto the ring, because the end is beyond their imagination.

It was not until the elders of the sect arrived that everyone found their backbone and their composure gradually recovered.