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Chapter 186 An unexpected competition (Part )
"Is this why he came to you?"

In the underground palace, the huge shadow's voice was hoarse and full of doubt.

"Yes," Wei Jiaming cupped his hands, "He wanted to invite me to the palace, but he didn't say what he wanted to do."

After saying this, Wei Jiaming still seemed to have doubts on his face, but in fact he was extremely nervous inside.

The Ghost King's arm partition is very concealed in blocking the aura. From the outside, it is impossible to detect the changes in the situation inside. Even if the housekeeper outside the door is close, he cannot feel the changes in the living room.

The Lord of the Underworld must have placed surveillance on the Wei family, but he didn't know whether they could detect that he had used the Ghost King Arm.

But he was willing to give it a try. Just as Zhang Rui said, was he really willing to be like them? Was he really willing to live forever like this?
"Interesting." Finally, the man from the underground palace looked at the other person and asked, "How did you answer?"

"I'll tell him I need to think about it."

"Yes," Shadow nodded, "Go ahead. You can reply to him at noon today and say that you agree to enter the palace."

"Yes." Wei Jiaming bowed and then left the underground palace escorted by two shadows.

After Wei Jiaming left, a huge shadow loomed: "Do you think he lied?"

A female voice appeared from behind the huge shadow: "I can't guess. The Wei family has served us for more than 500 years. More than 70% of the elders have been converted. The ancestors of the Wei family are all under our control. It is impossible for the Wei family to rebel."

"Is it possible that he himself was persuaded?"

"It's possible." A graceful figure walked out slowly. "After all, Wei Jiaming has never been too enthusiastic about Changsheng, and he has never concealed his lack of interest."

He paused and continued, "But he has many taboos. It shouldn't be possible to persuade him to rebel with just a few words from Zhang."

"In that case, what's the point of inviting him?"

"I guess it's more likely to be a cover-up." The woman said softly, "Informing Wei Jiaming's name first can attract a lot of people's attention, and the people who are introduced later can be ignored. Confusing people should be the main purpose."

"If that's the case, it means that he can't bring many people into the palace." Shadow sneered, "Then either he is sure that he can get his forces to support from outside at the critical moment, or... the strength behind him is actually limited."

"My Lord is wise, so how should we respond?"

"Let's wait and see. Follow our normal plan. What will be the result of the competition?"

"Wushuang has already secured a spot, and the other competition will take place in the afternoon."

"Go check it out, and don't make any mistakes."

"Yes"
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"Master, how about we just give up?"

Outside the Qinglong District martial arts arena, the selection for the final four places is about to begin. The first match is between Yun Yi and the monk Lingfeng from Longxiang Temple.

Even underground gambling houses couldn't be set up for this competition, and almost no one thought that Monk Lingfeng would lose this competition.

Facing his disciples' concerns, Yun Yi smiled and said, "A warrior can lose and die, but he must never give up easily. Even if the gap is huge, he must not be afraid before the battle. Remember, it doesn't matter if the aptitude is poor, but if you lose the spirit of a warrior, you will never achieve anything."

Upon hearing this, several disciples' eyes turned red and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

Their master took them in when they were still very young. Without their master, they would have been beggars for who knows how many years. How could they have had meat to eat since childhood and become respected warriors like they are now? Their master has taken care of them since they were young. He has been both their teacher and the parent who takes care of their food and clothing. Now they are finally going to make a name for themselves and have the opportunity to become one of the martial priests in the world, but they have met the most unlikely opponent.

Why did God treat Master like this?

Didn’t the master suffer enough back then?

"Okay, you're so old and still crying." Yun Yi patted a few people with a smile: "Master Lingfeng is a disciple of Buddhism, he won't go too far. This is a rare opportunity for me as a teacher. I can fight with such a top figure without worrying about life and death. Many people can't even ask for it."

"Master." The group of people felt even more sad after hearing this. Why is the master always so optimistic, as if no hardship can discourage him.

But the more this happens, the more distressed they feel.

Hong Lie, who was not far away, sighed and shook his head when he saw this scene: "It's a pity for Yun Yi. With his strength, he had a great chance of entering the palace."

"Is that so." Zhang Rui said lightly, "It's a good thing that he didn't go to the palace." "Will that day really be so dangerous?" Hong Lie frowned.

"Nine out of ten." Zhang Rui sighed, "Has the one from Tianyi Sect arrived?"

"Well, stay at my house with my master for now." Hong Lie lowered his voice and asked, "Is it really okay?"

Zhang Rui looked at Yun Yi who was still instructing his disciples in the distance and smiled slightly: "It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Please welcome Yun Yi from Aoyun Sect to the stage!"

As Yun Yi slowly walked onto the stage, a group of people in the audience looked at this new dark horse with curiosity.

After Yun Yi's battle with the one from the Leihuo Sect, the few players he met afterwards were all considered capable players. And each time, Yun Yi showed off his outstanding skills, especially his Cloud Hands, which was a skill that could overcome hardness with softness. Even laymen found it amazing.

Most of his fellow martial artists highly recognized Yun Yi's strength. This newly promoted young leader from the southwest region did have the ability to found a new sect. If he was luckier, he would start out as a martial herder, and it would not be a problem for him to create a small-scale sect.

It’s a pity that at the last moment I met the monk from Longxiang Temple.

"Eldest brother is here?"

At this time, Li Lan, who had just finished the game, came to the guest seat of Jianzong. After all, Suzaku District was the third area to finish the game. If you want to watch the game, there is only the East District now.

Li Lan nodded, looked at the two people on the field, and sighed slightly: "This guy is really unlucky."

"Big Brother, do you think there is no chance at all?" A little girl said with a smile, "This big guy named Yun Yi is quite powerful. I watched two of his competitions. The master said that his skills are not inferior to those of Tianyi Sect."

"Yeah," Li Lan nodded, "It is said that he was taken by an old woman from the Five Poison Sect when he was young, which damaged his foundation. Otherwise, with his talent and his current age, he would be a formidable opponent even if I met him!"

"So amazing?" The little girl covered her mouth and then muttered, "Disgusting old woman, she is a famous figure after all."

"Hmph, those two from the Five Poison Sect are just savages from the mountains. They have no sense of shame at all." A disciple nearby snorted.

"No chance at all?" a young disciple asked curiously.

"If I meet the young monk from Longxiang Temple, I might have a chance." Li Lan sighed, "Meeting the great monk Lingfeng, let alone him, even I don't have much confidence."

"Senior brother." The girl looked at the other party in surprise. The senior brother was arrogant and it was said that he was not convinced of Zhang Lingyu. She didn't expect that he had such a high opinion of the great monk from Longxiang Temple.

"Honestly, I'd rather meet Zhang Lingyu than this one."

At this time, the host had already announced that Lingfeng would come on stage. He was a monk who looked extremely short, short, stocky, with dark skin, and dressed simply. If the host had not announced that he was a senior disciple of Longxiang Temple, many people would have thought he was a weathered farmer at first glance.

Compared to the tall and handsome Yun Yi, he is really not as good as others.

"He is more powerful than Zhang Lingyu?" The younger disciple was obviously a little surprised.

It was his first time going out, and in the daily discussions among his fellow brothers, he heard more often the name of Zhang Lingyu from the Tianyi Sect, and few people heard of the great monk Lingfeng.

"I don't know who's stronger between him and Zhang Lingyu. To be honest, Zhang Lingyu's internal skills can somewhat restrain the monk's methods." Li Lan said calmly: "When they competed that year, the monk also lost to Zhang Lingyu by one move. But in my opinion, it was a competition. If it was a life-and-death duel, I would still prefer the monk."

"Why?" A group of fellow disciples were curious. Could it be that the great monk didn't need to use his full strength in the competition?
"Because that guy is a ruthless person."

"Ruthless person?"

"You may not be able to see it." Li Lan sighed: "This Yun guy had better hope that he doesn't force the other party to be fierce."

Everyone became even more curious after hearing this.

But at this moment, Ling Feng on the stage looked at Yun Yi with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Greetings, Master Lingfeng." Yun Yi bowed and said with a smile.

"Greetings, Grandmaster." Ling Feng performed a Buddhist salute, with a flash of doubt in his eyes. Was it an illusion just now? He always felt that the other party's bones seemed to be different from what he had observed a few days ago.
Is it
　There is one more chapter, but it will probably be around three o'clock haha. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)