Before the empress goes dark, adopt her as a villain

The Hermit Valley occupies an entire mountain range nearby, with an area comparable to that of a large sect.

Eighty percent of the casual cultivators live in Xia Yin Valley, which occupies less than 20 percent of the area. The rest of the powerful and powerful people with advanced cultivation live in the Immortal Hidden Valley, which occupies more than 80% of the area.

After all, this is also the basic logic of social operation.

In order to maintain competition among the individual cultivators, the Hermitage Valley stipulates that a small competition will be held in the Hermitage Valley every three months, and a major competition will be held in the entire Hermitage Valley every six months.

The winner gets promoted and lives in a better house, the loser abdicates, or even gets kicked out of the Hermit Valley.

Ning Wuxie settled down with Xuan'er and came to the competition venue in a low-key manner wearing a bamboo hat.

This is a large courtyard, with only a few old men with gray beards sitting behind tables to act as judges.

Ning Wuxie saw that when she entered the valley half a month ago, the old man who exempted her from one month's expenses was also sitting among them.

Outside the duel area marked out in the center of the courtyard, there were several benches on which were seated casual cultivators who also came to participate in the competition. As soon as Ning Wuxie sat down, she heard the people around her talking excitedly.

"I heard that Little Immortal Peach Blossom will also come today. He is also from District C of Hidden Valley!"

A man with a dark face and a strong build said excitedly, with a meaningful smile on his face, as if he had remembered something exciting.

"Really or not, his strength is also in our area?!" The friend next to him looked surprised.

"What kind of strength is he? He is only at the eighth level of Qi refining, and it is clearly written on the ring."

Another person chimed in, saying that when he mentioned this little peach-pounding fairy, everyone around him seemed to become interested.

The male monks came over with lewd smiles on their faces, while the female monks rolled their eyes, secretly spat, and blushed on their faces.

"A genius who can cross borders and defeat Jin Dan. If I encounter him later, I will just admit defeat... Don't ask for trouble."

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

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will poke you?" The dark-skinned man slapped his thigh and said loudly, causing the people around him to laugh.

"That guy can go make a movie with people from the Hehuan Sect. Do you really think he is a profound guy? How can someone with a serious inheritance be so wild?"

"I see, he's just a showman. He only won a few points by luck against a half-hearted guy like Jiang Ren!"

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

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

Some people say that Ning Wuxie has reached the most powerful stage of Qi training in history, and others say that he will be on the list of geniuses of the human race in fifty years, and his popularity will almost overshadow that of Li Luobing and several other geniuses from various sects.

As a result, the private video of the young prodigy was leaked, and everyone's filters were shattered.

What is this! A ruthless pile driver, as if he had never seen a woman before, many people who admired Ning Wuxie also turned their backs.

In the waiting area, the dark-skinned cultivators made fun of him, causing everyone to laugh.

Only a few people remained silent. These people had witnessed Ning Wuxie defeat Jiang Ren a week ago.

They all felt that Ning Wuxie was not that simple, but now that public opinion was not on their side, it was naturally difficult for them to express their opinions.

Can only remain silent.

Soon, the time came. An old man among the judges waved his sleeves, and the gate at the entrance of the courtyard slammed shut, and an invisible barrier enveloped the courtyard.

"Fellow Taoists, Xiaobi from Hidden Valley, the March Region C competition has officially begun!"

"The first match: Li Zhangbei versus Meng Cangran."

As soon as Ning Wuxie finished speaking, a cultivator holding a Bagua Mirror stood up not far away and strode towards the field.

"I didn't expect that I would be the first one."

The cultivator dressed as a Confucian scholar just now had a troubled look on his face, smiled awkwardly, and stood up slowly.

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

Meng Cangran forced a smile, nodded, and walked up to Taichung, looking a little timid. Even Li Zhangbei, who was waiting for him in the field, smiled disdainfully.

After half a stick of incense.

"The winner of this match is Meng Cangran!"

Li Zhangbei was lying on the ground, looking at Meng Cangran opposite him like a frail scholar with a shocked face.

Meng Cangran bowed his hands and bowed, turned around and retreated, coming to his seat.

He still had that timid look on his face, but what he said was embarrassing.

"This person is indeed a bit weak..."

His voice still sounded calm and honest, indicating that he was not mocking or teasing, but simply thought so...

Ning Wuxie secretly surmised that the Hermit Valley was truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and worthy of being a holy land for casual cultivators.

The magical power that Meng Cangran used just now is clearly inherited from Confucianism, and it is an organization with great power and influence on Lingwu Continent.

It can be said that if Renzong is the superficial leader of the human race on Lingwu Continent, then Confucianism is the underwater controller.

Almost the five major dynasties were influenced by it and were controlled to a greater or lesser extent by it.

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

Ning Wuxie silently recorded Meng Cangran in her heart.

After that, there were several games, with swordsmen, physical practitioners, and even a beast master.

The competition format of the small competition is that if you lose one game, you will be eliminated. If you win, you will continue to compete until you lose, and the ranking will be determined.

More than an hour passed before Ning Wuxie's name was finally called.

"Seventh game, Meng Canran, versus Ning Wuxie!"

Upon hearing Ning Wuxie's name, all the casual cultivators in the audience immediately became excited.

"The Peach Fairy is here? Where are the others?!"

"I've been looking for him, but I just couldn't find him. I just recognized the wrong person."

"I watched that film from beginning to end dozens of times, and I will never admit it, but I still can't find it!"

Amidst everyone's discussion, Ning Wuxie stood up silently, took off the bamboo hat on his head and put it away, and came to the field.

The black-skinned cultivator suddenly looked as if he had eaten a fly, and his face looked extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, Ning Wuxie was sitting next to him the whole time!

"Brother Ning, I accept it."

Meng Cangran also looked surprised and cupped his hands.

"Don't you just admit defeat?" Ning Wuxie asked.

Meng Cangran smiled slightly: "When I didn't see Brother Ning in person just now, I really wanted to retreat."

"But now that I see Brother Ning's heroic appearance as a young man, I can't help but feel the desire to fight in my heart."

"I want to give it a try!"

"Good!" Ning Wuxie praised, it was rare for Meng Cangran to be so frank and free.

"Then I accept it, Brother Meng."

Ning Wuxie took a stance, his steel knife had long been broken, and now he had no other weapons.

Meng Cangran looked frail, and his clothes looked a little loose when hanging on his body. But after he nodded slightly, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his whole body!

It was a kind of majestic righteousness that was so vast and boundless that it seemed like it could swallow up everything in the world.

It seems that all the joys and sorrows of the world are in the palm of your hand, and you have the ambition and pride to shoulder the responsibility of your family, country, and world!

Meng Cangran's frail body was filled with a majestic and majestic righteousness of heaven and earth, making it difficult for people to bear its pressure!

The onlookers were shocked. Meng Cangran had already fought twice, but he had never shown such a temperament!

No matter how inexperienced the monk is, he can recognize it. This is a well-deserved orthodox Confucian!

Ning Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Cangran who was showing off his prime posture.

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

Judging from the aura he showed, he was probably at the middle stage of the Concentration Realm.

Meng Cangran's character far surpassed that of Jiang Ren, and he did not rely on his superiority, but really regarded Ning Wuxie as an evenly matched opponent.

A fighting spirit also spread out from Ning Wuxie. He also wanted to try whether he could defeat the Confucian cultivators in the middle stage of Concentration!