After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

While thinking, Lin Ziyuan's eyes swept towards the woman in the red dress standing behind the boy from the Wu family. His eyes slid over her straight naked legs, and he lingered there for a moment before looking away.

Humph, just a concubine. Although she has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, it must have been achieved by taking elixirs. I am afraid her potential has been exhausted long ago.

He felt sour in his heart, wondering why he hadn't seen such a beauty at that time, and instead let her get to him first.

However, before he could speak, the monk next to him snorted coldly and said, "Wu family boy, this position is not for you to stand in."

Wu Yingjie listened to the deep voice and turned his head but could only see his waist and abdomen. He frowned and looked up, only to see a strong young man with broad shoulders and body, staring down at him with his eyes wide open.

His long hair was casually draped behind him, his clothes were half exposed, his chest was half open showing his strong muscles, there was a layer of black light flashing on his surface, it was obvious that he had a high level of body refining.

Seeing this, Lin Ziyuan slapped his palm with the folding fan in his hand, making a crisp sound, and said in support: "Wu Yingjie, do you really think this is your own family? You can stand wherever you want. Or is the Wu family so powerful that even the sect is controlled by you?"

Wu Yingjie glanced at the two people around him, and his mouth curled up in disdain. He didn't even bother to say a word, and turned his back to everyone, treating them as air.

Seeing this, the iron-tower-like boy felt a blockage in his chest, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he raised his hand to grab the boy.

Although Wu Yingjie had his back to the crowd, his attention was not relaxed. When he noticed his movements, he sneered in his heart, and the Jinyang Sword in Yu Fei's arms trembled slightly.

Qiang~

The Golden Sun Sword was almost unsheathed, and the sharpness it revealed made everyone tense. Even the inner sect disciples standing in the front couldn't help but look sideways.

The burly man only felt that he was enveloped by a sword intent. If he was not careful, he would be hit mercilessly. He felt that he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to back down. His whole body froze in place.

Looking at this top-grade magic sword, some cultivators showed greed in their eyes and wanted to take it for themselves. If it weren't for the fact that this kid never went out of the main gate or the secondary gate all day, even if they were afraid of the Wu family's prestige, they would have given it a try.

Click.

At this moment, the tall hall door in front of the disciples suddenly trembled and slowly opened.

The unsheathed Golden Sun Sword was immediately sheathed back, as if nothing had happened. The sturdy man also quickly stood up, his expression filled with fear.

Two black beams of light flew out from the hall, accompanied by the spreading of invisible spiritual pressure. Everyone felt their hearts sink as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, and they were speechless.

I saw a monk covered in black mist carrying an old man down to the platform.

Both of them were at the foundation-building stage, especially the cultivator who hid his face, whose spiritual pressure was even higher than that of the old man beside him. Coupled with the golden silk black robe on his body, he looked calm and domineering.

He looked at the disciples below with cold eyes, thinking in his heart. Now the Five Poison Sect is getting weaker and weaker under his leadership, and even the disciples are getting weaker year by year.

Among these hundreds of disciples, not even a single spiritual root has appeared, and no cultivator in the foundation-building stage has been born in more than fifty years. This is enough to show how poor the sect has become.

The biggest impact was that hundreds of years ago, the sect lost its most important inheritance, the Poison Sutra, and even the sect's skills were only passed down in fragments, making it impossible to practice. As a result, the skills practiced by the disciples were all kinds of unconventional skills that were despised by others, and they could not find the free path to immortality.

The head of the Five Poison Sect looked at Wu Yingchun below him, feeling slightly relieved. As long as he could completely condense the Five Poison Body, the power of this spiritual body would surely restore the prestige of the sect and take back the lost inheritance.

Looking at the disciples below, the master had no intention of speaking.

He tilted his head slightly, and the old man with white hair and beard beside him took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Tomorrow at noon, Juexiantai will hold a sect competition. This time it will be slightly different from previous years."

"All disciples under the age of 20 can participate in the arena battle. The top three will be qualified to go to the Nine Nether Demon Sect and participate in the Demon Ceremony held every fifty years."

Seeing a slight commotion below, all the disciples under the age of 20 showed excited expressions.

The old man swept his eyes over, and the pressure from the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly pressed down, instantly making everyone stand still in place, sweating profusely.

"This grand ceremony is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you win a place, the sect will not be stingy with rewards. But if you bring shame to the sect, I will definitely pull out your tendons and bones, refine your soul and take your spirit."

At the end of his speech, his face became solemn and he looked at the monks below with a sinister look.

"Do you understand?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they responded loudly: "Disciple understands!"

The old man showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and he waved his hand and ignored the group of disciples.

Seeing this, the people around Wu Yingjie could only glance at him angrily, then cast their magic and turned away.

As the crowd dispersed, the front of the sect hall returned to its former emptiness.

The old man stroked his beard with his hand, frowned and asked, "Master, there will be no rewards for this sect competition?"

"reward?"

A young man's cold laughter came from the black fog.

"I have already shown my kindness by supporting these useless people. If I still want to reward them, I will wait until they reach the stage of Qi Refining Perfection."

As he spoke, he threw away his golden black robe and turned into a black light and returned to the gate hall. Seeing this, the old man sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Although the sect had lost its heritage, the fact that it was in such a state was also closely related to the head of the sect. If he had paid a little more attention, the sect would not be in such a state of disrepair.

Noon the next day.

The sun is high in the sky and there are no clouds in the sky. It is a great day.

At this time, all the disciples, regardless of whether they were from the inner or outer sects, had gathered under the Juexiantai. There were three arenas standing on it, and it was obvious that only those who could win the championship were qualified to participate in the Demon Ceremony.

Several people were already sitting not far from the three arenas. Four elders of the sect were on both sides, guarding the sect leader and the old man in the foundation-building stage in the middle.

Following the signal from the sect leader whose face was obscured by the mist, the elder on the far right, with a plump face and a big belly, slowly stood up.

"Ahem~Quiet!"

The middle-aged man held his stomach with both hands, and with the circulation of his spiritual energy, he clearly delivered his voice to everyone's ears. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he spoke: "There are not too many requirements for this competition. It is only to select three sect disciples under the age of 20. You can start now."

After saying that, he sat back on the stone chair, twisting his body awkwardly.

Yu Fei was standing behind Wu Yingjie at this time. As soon as the elder finished speaking, she felt the eyes of the people around her looking over at her, clearly wanting to see whether Wu Yingjie would enter the arena.

Wu Yingjie didn't feel anything about it. He folded his arms and quietly looked at the navy blue stone bricks of the arena.

After waiting for more than ten breaths, no cultivator came on stage first. The elder sitting next to the stage frowned, looking displeased, and was about to urge them to come on stage.

Then a male cultivator from the outer sect took a step and flew onto the stage.

He first bowed to the sect leader as a sign of respect, then turned to face the sect's disciples.

"My name is Han Qi. Come up and grab the first prize!"