Before the empress becomes black, adopt her as a villain

The Hermit Valley occupies an entire mountain range in the vicinity, an area comparable to a large sect.

Eighty percent of the scattered cultivators live in the Xia Yin Valley, which covers less than twenty percent. The rest of the powerful and powerful cultivators lived in the Immortal Yin Valley, which covered an area of more than 80%.

After all, this is also the original logic of the operation of society.

In order to keep the scattered cultivators in a competitive situation, the Hermit Valley stipulates that a small competition should be held in the Xia Hidden Valley every three months, and a large competition should be held in the entire Hermit Valley every six months.

The winner takes the throne and lives in a better house, the loser abdicates and is even driven out of the Hermit Valley.

Of course, specific minor competitions also have rules of the event, not big brawls, but divisional levels.

For example, the competition that Ning Wuxian wants to participate in is a duel between scattered cultivators in the Xia Yin Valley C area, and the final winner can move into the Xia Yin Valley A area.

And if you want to move into Xianyin Valley, you must have a cultivator of Xianyin Valley District A challenge a cultivator of Xianyin Valley and win in order to win his cave mansion.

Of course, such a giant as Wuyuan Zhenren, no one has dared to challenge him for hundreds of years.

Ning Wuxian settled Xuan'er, wearing a cloak alone, and came to the competition venue in a low-key manner.

It was a compound with only a few old bearded men sitting behind the table as judges.

When Ning Wuxian saw that he entered the valley half a month ago, the old man who had waived his one-month fee was also sitting in the room.

Outside the duel area set aside in the center of the courtyard, there were several benches sitting with scattered practitioners who also came to participate in the small competition. As soon as Ning Wuxian sat down, he heard the people around him talking excitedly about something.

"I heard that the little immortal of Ramming Peach is also back today, and he is also in the Xiayin Valley C District!"

A dark-faced, lean man said excitedly, with a meaningful smile on his face, as if remembering something happy.

"Really fake, his strength is also in our area?!" The friend beside him looked surprised.

"What strength is he? People can only refine qi eightfold, and what is written in the ring is clear.

Another person said, as soon as this rammed peach fairy was mentioned, the people around seemed to be interested.

The monks came over with lewd grins, and the nuns rolled their eyes and took a sip secretly, a blush on their faces.

"If I run into him later, I will directly admit defeat... Don't be bored.

A scholar holding a folding fan and dressed as a Confucian said.

"Afraid of something, afraid that he will pry you!" The black-skinned man slapped his thigh and said loudly, causing the people around him to laugh too.

"That guy can go and make a film with the people of the Hehuan Sect, what kind of profound guy do you really think it can be? But how can anyone who has obtained a proper inheritance be so debauched, and his master does not want to be faceless?

"I see, it's a flower rack, and when I meet a guy like Jiang Ren, who is half a pound and eight taels, he won a few points by luck!"

As soon as he said this, most of the people around him nodded.

Originally, after Ning Wuxian defeated Jiang Ren, the news about him became more and more evil.

Some people said that Ning Wuxian had become the strongest refining period in history, while others said that he would be on the Terran Tianjiao list in fifty years, and the faint limelight was almost overshadowing Li Luobing and several other geniuses of various sects.

As a result, the intimate video of the young Tianjiao flowed out, and everyone's filters were shattered.

What a thing! A ruthless pile driver, as if he had never seen a woman, many people who worshiped Ning Wuxian also turned black.

On the waiting area, the dark-skinned cultivators ridiculed loudly, causing everyone to laugh one after another. Only a few people did not speak, these people had personally seen Ning Wuxian defeat Jiang Ren on the spot a week ago.

They all feel that things are not so simple, but now that public opinion is not on their side, it is naturally difficult to speak.

You can only be silent and silent.

Soon, when the hour came, an old man among the judges waved his sleeves, and the gate at the gate of the courtyard slammed shut, and an invisible enchantment enveloped the compound.

"Fellow Daoists, Xia Yin Valley Xiaobi, the March C Zone Tournament is officially starting now!"

"The first scene: Li Zhangbei, to Meng Cangran."

As soon as the words fell, Ning Wuxian stood up not far away from a cultivator holding a gossip mirror and strode towards the field.

"I didn't expect the first one to be me."

Fang Cai's Confucian-dressed cultivator showed a embarrassed look, smiled awkwardly, and slowly got up.

"It's okay Brother Meng, come on!" The black-skinned man cheered him on.

Meng Cangran forced a smile, nodded, and walked up to Taichung, looking a little cowardly, and even Li Zhangbei, who was waiting for him, showed a disdainful smile.

After half a column of incense.

"The winner of this game, Meng Cangran!"

Li Zhangbei lay on the ground and looked at Meng Cangran on the other side like a weak scholar with a shocked face.

Meng Cangran gave a salute, turned around and retired, and came to his seat.

He still had that timid and timid look, but what he said made people embarrassed.

"This person is indeed a little weak..." His

voice still sounded calm and honest, indicating that it was not mocking and ridiculing, but really simply thinking so...

Ning Wuxian secretly speculated that this Hermit Valley was really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and it was worthy of being a holy place for scattered cultivation.

Fang Cai's divine power that Meng Cangran used was clearly the inheritance of Confucianism, and it was an organization with great power and influence on the Lingwu Continent.

It can be said that if the Renzong is the apparent leader of the Terrans on the Lingwu Continent, then Confucianism is the manipulator of the underwater.

Almost all five great imperial dynasties were influenced by it and more or less controlled by it.

And controlling the five major imperial dynasties is basically equivalent to controlling the Lingwu Continent!

Ning Wuxian silently noted down Meng Cangran in his heart.

After that, there were several more games, including sword cultivation and physical cultivation, and even an imperial beast master.

The format of the small competition is to lose one game and go out, and if you win, you will continue to fight until you lose and finally determine the ranking.

More than an hour had passed, and Ning Wuxie's name had finally been called.

"The seventh scene, Meng Cangran, is innocent to Ning!"

As soon as he heard Ning Wuxie's name, the scattered cultivators in the field suddenly boiled.

"The rammed peach fairy is here? Where is he?!

"I've been looking for him, but I didn't find it, and I recognized the wrong person just now."

"I watched that film dozens of times from beginning to end, and I definitely won't admit it, but I didn't find it!"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Ning Wuxian silently stood up, took off the cloak on his head and put it away, and came to the field.

The black-skinned cultivator suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly, and his face was extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, Ning Wuxian had been sitting beside him!

"Brother Ning, I agreed."

Meng Cangran was also surprised and gave his hand.

"Don't you just throw in the towel?" Ning Wuxian asked.

Meng Cangran smiled slightly: "When Fang Cai did not see Brother Ning himself, he really had a retreat in Xia.

"But now seeing Brother Ning's heroic young man, I can't help but feel a fighting intent in my heart."

"Under the bottom, I want to give it a try!"

"Good!" Ning Wuxian praised that it was rare for Meng Cangran to be so honest and free.

"Then give in, Brother Meng."

Ning Wuxian put on a fight, his steel knife had long been shattered, and now there was no other weapon.

Meng Cangran looked weak, and his clothes looked a little wide when hung on his body, but after he bowed his head slightly, a powerful momentum suddenly erupted from his whole body!

It was a kind of majestic righteousness that was vast and boundless, as if it could swallow everything in heaven and earth.

It seems that the bitter happiness of the world is in the palm of your hand, and the grand ambition and pride of the family and the country are shouldered alone!

Meng Cangran's weak body was permeated with a lofty and mighty heaven and earth righteous qi, making it difficult for people to withstand its coercion!

The onlookers were shocked, Meng Cangran had already fought two matches, but he had never shown this temperament!

No matter how knowledgeable the monks recognized, this is a well-deserved orthodox Confucian!

Ning Wuxie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Meng Cangran, who showed a full heyday.

It seems that this guy, like him, is also a strong man who hides his true strength and lives in seclusion in the Hermit Valley!

Judging from the aura he displayed, he probably had already cultivated in the middle of the Concentration Realm.

Meng Cangran's heart far surpassed Jiang Ren, and he did not raise it, but really regarded Ning Wuxian as an equal opponent.

A fighting intent also permeated from Ning Wuxie. He also wanted to see if he could defeat the Confucian cultivators in the middle of the Condensation Stage with his current self!