Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Everyone looked up at the vortex bag that looked like a cocoon, and they had no idea what was happening inside.

All I knew was Yun An's figure slowly appeared beside me.

He was still sitting upright in the wheelchair, and although he looked a little pale, he was fine.

After a while, the sound of sword energy finally disappeared.

The dozen or so whirlpools surrounding Dai Yun slowly disappeared, finally revealing the situation inside.

Dai Yun stood in place, his body densely covered with sword energy like a hedgehog.

For some reason, his hair disappeared, leaving only a bald scalp.

And...the dense sword energy that replaced the hair and was re-inserted on it.

Yun An had a good grasp of the measure, and all the sword energy only penetrated three-tenths of the flesh.

It is very ornamental, but it will not harm anyone's life.

Yun An said calmly: "Admit it."

There was silence on and off the stage.

It was Wuya's voice that first broke the silence.

"Eh~ If I look at that person for one more second, I'm going to have trypophobia."

Chu Yang pressed his left hand against his right hand: "It seems that he pulled it out."

Alan Wangsu smiled slightly: "It's quite... pleasing to the eye."

The conversation between the few people finally awakened the great elder's consciousness, and he rushed to Dai Yun.

"Yun'er! Yun'er! They are so cruel that they actually killed you!"

As the great elder cried and complained, Dai Yun slowly raised his head.

"Master...Father...I, I'm not dead yet..."

He raised a finger with great effort and pointed at the ground, "And... you stepped on... my foot... it hurts!"

After saying this last sentence, Dai Yun rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

At this moment, the sword energy also dissipated with a bang and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Bai jumped up to the stage, pushed Yun An off the stage, and shouted:

"Brother Yun'an, you've worked so hard. You beat the senior brother from Lingshan even though you were sitting in a wheelchair!"

Yun smiled and shook his head, then was pushed by Yu Bai to sit down in the audience.

He turned his head and looked at Ren Yi who was on the platform.

Sure enough, as long as the young emperor is here, they will never lose.

The monks in the Heavenly Palace were very proud at this moment and felt extremely happy.

"The people from Lingshan only know how to use the favors they received back then to blackmail us. It turns out it's because they are too weak!"

"If we really talk about strength, the injured Void Lord is enough to make them hedgehogs!"

"I saw it in the first two games. The people from Lingshan are a bunch of bastards with no moral principles. Now, they have hit a wall, right?"

"Our young emperor was able to pin down their five most powerful elders, not to mention the Void Master who was instructed by her?"

"People from Lingshan say that a light boat has already passed through thousands of mountains. Your light boat just did a backflip."

"Hey, Young Master, this is giving them more opportunities to exercise. After all, only those who have endured hardships can serve the superiors!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He glanced at the whole audience and said slowly: "Great Elder, you lost this round."

"There's still one last round!" The Great Elder clenched his fist unwillingly, "We haven't lost yet!"

Ren Yi smiled and said, "Okay, then let the last monk to participate come up."

Random glances also fell on the Celestial Clan cultivators.

Ye Che's eyes were wide open, his chest was puffed out, and his face was filled with the words - Choose me! Choose me!

Yu Bai frowned, put his hand on Ye Che's face and pushed him back.

He himself stood at the front.

When Lingshan forced a martial arts competition, he and Brother Yun An were trapped in the main hall.

Brother Yun An has already taken the lead, now it’s his turn.

"Master, I'm going to do it!"

A woman with a seductive and charming face pushed Yu Bai aside, walked onto the stage, and bowed from a distance to Ren Yi who was sitting in the upper seat.

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows: "Mo Yin? Are you still in the Heavenly Palace?"

The person who came was Mo Yin, who insisted on taking care of Ren Yi until his death in Juntian Academy.

Yun An: "Young Emperor, when you asked me to take her with you, I taught her some magic and also let her study your sayings on her own."

Any: "Quotes?"

"Yes, when you were in Juntian Academy and couldn't go out at night, you often sat at the table to write and draw. Later, after you cleaned up Juntian Academy, you appointed Qin Ming and Qin Shu to manage Juntian Academy."

"Not only did they hand over the ice souls that the Ice Castle had offered as tribute on time, they also sent back some of the things we left behind there."

"Among them is this collection of quotations."

Yun An looked at Ren Yi with admiration, "Although you threw it away casually, I think it is the best book for educating my disciples."

Mo Yin nodded repeatedly, her eyes that didn't match her charming face revealing clear stupidity.

"Master, I have memorized it by heart. I will recite it to you!"

"Withered vines, old trees, and crows, brother, they taste better!"

"Give me more care and love, and eat some calcium for my brother!"

"A tall building rises from the ground, and glory can only be achieved by oneself."

"Ten years to sharpen a sword, five years to turn it around..."

"Stop!" Ren Yi stood up and successfully interrupted Mo Yin's recitation.

"You go in the next match. If you can win, I will accept you as my disciple."

Mo Yin's eyes lit up, and when he turned to look at the arena behind him, the murderous intent that filled his eyes made the cultivators from Lingshan take a few steps back.

On the other side, Chu Yang stroked his chin and looked at the young emperor suspiciously.

"Why do these words... seem so like the king's style?"