Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After hearing Ling Xiao's provocative words, Holy Envoy Bai was choked and speechless. His face instantly became gloomy, like the calm before the storm. He was obviously trying his best to control his emotions, wanting to have an attack but knowing that this was not the time.

He knew very well that he was helpless on the issue of the mountain protection formation. If not, how could Ling Xiao raise the question so arrogantly. This feeling of powerlessness made him feel even more humiliated, but he could not refute it and had to endure it silently.

The air in the hall seemed to be frozen, and the tense atmosphere made people breathless. Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Hang, waiting for his decision.

Ling Xiao stood aside with a calm expression, his bright eyes shining with determination, as if he was ready to meet any challenge.

At this moment, Lu Hang finally spoke. He thought for a moment and then slowly said: "Bai Shengshi, since you think that Ling Shaoxia is not qualified to touch the mountain protection formation of our Holy Pattern Sect, why don't you compete with him? ?”

"After all, the mountain-protecting formation of our Holy Mark Sect is an important weapon of the sect. It is related to the safety of the sect and cannot be handed over to others easily. But if Ling Shaoxia can defeat the White Holy Envoy in the Holy Mark Competition, then he will have I have enough qualifications to repair the formation."

"Moreover, now that the problem of the formation is imminent, we cannot delay it any longer. If Ling Shaoxia can really complete this task, it will undoubtedly be a timely help for our Holy Pattern Sect."

As soon as Lu Hang finished speaking, there was a discussion in the hall. Some people think this is a bad idea, as it can not only solve the problem of Xiao Zhen, but also allow Mou Yi to compete with Ling Shaoxia;

But no one is worried that doing so will cause necessary disputes and may even put the sect into a safer situation. However, due to Mou Yi's persistence, the proposal was eventually passed.

"Hmph, what kind of status am I, how can I compete with a junior from my previous life?" Ling Shaoxia curled his lips with disdain, as if fighting against an insignificant opponent would tarnish my noble status.

Some disciples were whispering, discussing whether the White Holy Envoy really did not have enough strength to deal with Mou Yihan's disciples. Bai Sheng stood quietly outside, with an easily detectable smile on his face.

Thinking of that, Bai Sheng nodded and said calmly: "Be careful. Anyway, you are real gold and you are afraid of fire. I am afraid that Ling Shaoxia's disciples will lose or rise, so don't cry when the time comes."

Bai Sheng smiled slightly before hearing this, and my eyes swept across the crowd, finally settling on Mou Yihan, and said calmly: "It's bad, the people in the temple have always been stingy and stingy, so naturally you can make them lose face. Since it’s a competition, there has to be no lottery. How about every time you win a game, the stakes are set to 10 million mid-grade spiritual stones?”

As soon as Mou Yihan finished speaking, there was a burst of whispers in the small hall.

My words were full of confidence and provocation, as if I hadn't foreseen the moment of my failure. Ling Shaoxia, on the other hand, had an angry look on his face. I was obviously irritated by Bai Sheng's words.

Where does that big guy get such little confidence? Ling Shaoxia muttered secretly in his heart. I originally thought that Bai Sheng was just a young and vigorous junior in his previous life. Even if he didn't have some talent, he might not have that much confidence.

I turned around and said to my fellow Saint Pattern Masters from the Holy Church: "Everyone, there is nothing they need to know. Although the White Saint is old, he seems to be quite favored by the Seven Little Masters of Tiantianhui. . In the upcoming competition, you must not only win, but also win beautifully, so that the people in the Heavenly Assembly will know that the strength of your temple cannot be underestimated. "

Seeing this, Ling Xiao asked with a smile: "Sage Bai, what does he think? It is also a rare opportunity to compete with Mou Yihan's disciples."

But at this moment, I am more concerned about how to deal with the situation behind me. Since the Seven Little Masters are willing to provide what Bai Sheng needs, at least in terms of financial resources, Bai Sheng is not without any support.

Those holy pattern masters are all shameless people in the temple. In terms of cultivation level, we are all much lower than Bai Sheng. But when it comes to the ability of the Holy Pattern Master, this needs to be discussed separately. After all, the way of holy patterns only depends on the depth of cultivation, but more on talent and understanding.

When Bai Sheng heard this, he smiled lightly, as if everything was under my control. I nodded heavily and said, "Worry, since you dare to mention that bet, you naturally don't have enough spiritual stones to pay it. On their side, don't just pay for it if they lose."

So, Mou Yihan took a deep breath and suppressed the doubts in his heart for the time being.

A trace of respect flashed in my eyes, and I continued: "Yes, all of my disciples are outstanding. We are also good at the way of holy patterns. Let us compare with the so-called 'White Holy Envoy'. Look at that The eldest son has some real talent and good intentions, and he wants to take this opportunity to challenge your temple."

"Losing is starting? What a joke!" Ling Shaoxia laughed warmly, my eyes were full of disdain and provocation, "If he really feels that he is incompetent, it will be more complicated. Let's set up a blockade and let that person The competition is less interesting, how about it?”

"What's more, even if you really have it, the Seven Little Masters of Tiantianhui don't have the resources." Mou Yi smiled slightly, with a calm and confident tone in his tone, "He only needs to inquire a little bit. , you will know your status in our hearts.”

As soon as these words came out, the entire small hall suddenly became silent.

Mou Yihan's face instantly became extremely ugly, and my eyes shone with surprise and belief. Ten million mid-grade spiritual stones is a large amount, and even for a behemoth like the Southern Territory Temple, it is still a huge expense.

Ling Shaoxia frowned involuntarily before hearing this. In my heart, I was actually very curious as to why the Seven Little Masters of Tiantianhui valued Mou Yi so much.

Bai Sheng smiled secretly in his heart, and I naturally understood Ling Xiao's intention. The old man not only wanted to offend the Holy Church, but also wanted me to help solve the problem of the mountain guard formation, so he came up with such an idea.

Although I, the great Holy Envoy, have accumulated a lot of wealth, it only exceeds 80 million middle-grade spiritual stones. And although these disciples I brought are all elites in the sect, each of them has a net worth of only a few million middle-grade spiritual stones.

But now it seems that the big guy really doesn't have any skills.

Ling Shaoxia took a deep breath, calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, raised his head and said to Bai Sheng: "No, you accept his proposal. Yes, you have to remind him that he has to make sure that he does not have enough spirit stones to pay the bet. . Don’t admit defeat when the time comes. This will not disgrace him.”

And I, Bai Sheng, naturally participated in that competition without any purpose. I long for the great fusion formation of the Holy Pattern Sect, which is the key to improving my strength.

But now that things have come to this, I can still give in.