Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

After tying a thick hemp rope around his body, Guan Shanyu's excited heart finally calmed down a little.

According to the rules of the hunting ground, poisons and hidden weapons are not allowed to be brought in, so some disciples with low spiritual power will try to carry some escape tools. Even if they cannot defeat the monsters and other contestants, having a self-defense item can at least allow them to survive longer.

Guan Shanyu didn't have any handy props to carry with him, and he didn't bring any of the life-saving magic weapons written in the original book. As his thigh was broken, Guan Shanyu couldn't help but think of another skill of his.

He was very good at imitating Tarzan's tree swing.

After all, I grew up in the village. I would climb trees to pick bayberries and catch crickets when I had nothing to do. I spent my entire childhood swinging on trees, and these skills are still fresh in my mind.

When he entered the hunting ground, as long as he didn't encounter any monsters like black pythons and leopards, he would just climb up the trees and be invincible.

Guan Shanyu was very proud. In order to stop himself from laughing out loud, he deliberately avoided the crowd and went to the rest area nearby to get some water to drink. The moment the clear water came out of the pipe, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have brought a water bottle, and he stood there and slapped his thigh.

Just as I was about to slap my thigh purple, I suddenly heard someone muttering from the side.

Following the principle of less trouble is worse than more, Guan Shanyu turned around and planned to leave, but as he turned around, the corner of his clothes happened to get caught on the iron nail of the door railing. When he stopped and carefully removed the stitches, he heard clearly what those people were saying.

"You said they're all betting on Yan Ruchen from the Tianxuan Dao Sect. He must be a powerful figure, right? Can we brothers defeat him?"

"According to the original plan, Tianyang will first capture a demon beast and lure Yan Ruchen to the edge of Ming Wuya. The trap has already been set, and he will miss it when he gets there."

"Missed a step? No one's going to die, is that right? This is no joke."

"Why bother killing someone? He's a swordsman. He can just fall and fly again. At most, we can hold him off for a while so we can catch more monsters."

"What if there are even more powerful characters? I heard that there are several powerful disciples in Zixiao Spirit Realm."

"Anyway, the rankings are updated in real time. We'll try to trip up whoever is stronger."

Guan Shanyu finished untying the strings of the clothes hanging on the iron nails and listened clearly to what the disciples said. When he tiptoed out of the rest area, he almost couldn't help laughing.

Damn, he was still worrying about how to get Yan Ruchen to Ming Wuya. Who knew that he would actually meet people of the same kind? Then he would have no reason to worry anymore. He would happily join them and get Yan Ruchen down quickly, and then he would have completed his mission!

Oh, yes, yes, this monster cannot be an ordinary one, it has to be the giant salamander. Ordinary monsters are no match for Yan Ruchen, otherwise he will kill them with a single stroke of his sword. But it will be very difficult for Yan Ruchen to deal with a character like the giant salamander. When the time comes, he will lure it to the edge of the cliff, set the trap, and Yan Ruchen will fall down with a "bang".

Guan Shanyu's happy life as a poor peasant began immediately.

Guan Shanyu pounded his chest and almost laughed out loud. How could he be so smart? It was such a loss for Tsinghua University not to have him.

He walked towards the gathering place with his shoulders shaking with laughter, but just as he turned a corner behind a big banyan tree, he bumped into someone because he wasn't watching the road carefully. He was suppressing his smile and raising his head to apologize to the unlucky guy who was hit, but his eyes focused and his smile froze immediately.

Damn, it’s Yan Ruchen again!

That's not right. He should be going to the Sword Sect's gathering place to prepare for departure. Why is he still hanging around here?

The trial has clear rules. In view of the fact that disciples who practice swordsmanship and martial arts are more skilled than ordinary disciples, a more remote gathering place is set up to distinguish them.

In contrast, ordinary disciples all gathered at the center of the hunting ground to set off. This was done to ensure the fairness of the trial and prevent kendo martial arts disciples from dominating, thus losing the true meaning of the trial as a comprehensive assessment and competition.

Although judging from previous years, such an arrangement will not actually change the outcome.

Yan Ruchen looked at Guan Shanyu with a hint of apology. He noticed that Guan Shanyu's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at him with a puzzled expression. He guessed that it was because of the accidental head injury. He bowed first and said softly, "Shanyu, I'm so sorry. I accidentally scratched my hand and wanted to ask you for some herbs."

Guan Shanyu asked in confusion: "Why don't you ask other disciples of Lingcaoxuan for it? Why do you come all the way to find me?" You don't think that I am secretly planning some way to harm you.

Yan Ruchen was slightly embarrassed and explained, "Sorry, I couldn't find them."

Guan Shanyu knew it clearly. He probably knew that even if he asked for it, the other party wouldn't give it to him. After all, Yan Ruchen's reputation among the sects was not very well-known outside of the Tianjian Sect. And with the competition in full swing, who would be willing to waste their medicine to give it to him?

Guan Shanyu couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he thought about plotting against him after entering the arena. Yan Ruchen's usual politeness and humility were gone after this fight, transforming him into a ruthless and merciless demon. Guan Shanyu felt a little emotional for a moment, and extended a hand to signal Yan Ruchen to put his scratched hand on it, saying, "The medicine won't work, let me bandage it for you. The smell of blood will easily attract monsters when we enter the arena later."

Seeing this, Yan Ruchen hesitated for a moment before extending his hand. Guan Shanyu took his hand and pulled out gauze and herbs from under the thick hemp ropes that wrapped him up, and began to bandage him up.

Disciples were constantly moving around, while Guan Shanyu was focused like a statue, with his own little plans in mind.

If the ambush on Yan Ruchen in the hunting ground fails, Yan Ruchen probably won't hold a grudge against him too much just because of his contribution in bandaging their wounds.

So Guan Shanyu carefully cleaned the grass clippings and lime on Yan Ruchen's hands, applied some herbs and rolled up the gauze, and after making sure the bandage was foolproof, he tied a small bow on the palm of his hand, and a simple bandage was completed.

Yan Ruchen looked down at the bow, which was both abrupt and amusing. He sighed softly for no reason, "Lingcaoxuan is truly a place that nurtures people. The disciples have all been educated to be exceptionally friendly."

Guan Shanyu naturally knew that he had a hard time in the Tianjian Sect, and he probably didn't expect that he would actually bandage his wound. However, he didn't answer. After bandaging, he patted his shoulder and said, "It's getting late. Let's gather quickly. Good luck in the competition."

Yan Ruchen responded with a faint smile, respectfully bowed to Guan Shanyu to express his gratitude, and then strode away.

The entrance bell rang melodiously, and after twelve rings, the disciples had already taken their places. Where Guan Shanyu was, spiritual disciples gathered, and female cultivators occupied half of the place.

He was still on tiptoe, trying to see what was inside the door, when a disciple from Lingcaoxuan suddenly poked him. Guan Shanyu turned around, feeling a little itchy, and saw him looking at the platform curiously. He asked, "Why don't I see Elder Si? Isn't he here?"

Guan Shanyu glanced back perfunctorily and replied, "Maybe he went to relieve himself. It would be better if Master came."

The disciple was about to gossip a bit, but Guan Shanyu saw a Taoist priest in a black robe and white hair slowly ascending the platform, and immediately signaled the disciple to be silent. The other disciples gradually noticed the Taoist priest standing on the platform, and gradually fell silent, holding their breath and waiting for his next instruction.

The Taoist was an elder of Yunjichan, with rich experience and profound cultivation. His voice was long and deep, and his voice could be heard clearly throughout the whole venue without the need for a loudspeaker.

"Welcome all cultivators to the annual Disciple Trial, which will last for three days. Once you enter the hunting grounds, you will not be allowed to enter or leave freely unless you forfeit, are defeated, or are forced to withdraw due to life-threatening circumstances. All participants will be isolated from the outside world. Spectators can observe the situation inside the grounds through the stone platform and the spiritual realm."

"After entering the hunting grounds, all participants will become opponents. You can form teams or act alone, but there will only be one winner. If there's a tie for first place, the tied participants will enter overtime. The winning rule is: whoever defeats their opponents and the most monsters in the field wins. Monsters can be killed directly, but defeating an opponent requires a decisive moment. The winner is either the opponent surrenders or they successfully capture their nameplate."

"Can you see the name tag and the small needle tied to the chest?"

Everyone in the audience responded in unison, saying, "I saw it!"

The Taoist continued, "Everyone, take out your small needles, prick your fingers, and draw a drop of blood into the nameplate. The nameplate has been infused with spiritual energy. Whenever you kill a monster, the head will automatically be counted on the nameplate, and your ranking will scroll in real time on the leaderboard."

"Before participants enter, instructors at each gathering point must check that they have their name tags ready. They must also strictly inspect participants to ensure they are not carrying potent poisons, hidden weapons, or other weapons that could endanger the lives of other disciples. If discovered by the Spirit Realm after entering, they will be banned from participating in the trials of the major immortal sects for life. All participants, please understand!"

In addition to the contestants from the major sects, there are also many rogues and hooligans from small places, and rookie cultivators who have never participated in such a formal competition. It is easy for them to use strong poisons and ferocious hidden weapons to cheat. The trial mainly emphasizes that the winner must rely on real ability. Allowing the misuse of weapons will easily cause chaos on the field, and in more serious cases, it may even cause the death of the disciples. Therefore, the weapon inspection at the entrance is quite strict.

The disciples understood the truth very well and immediately replied loudly: "Understood!"

The Taoist nodded and expressed his blessing to the young faces: "I wish you good luck."