I Just Want To Be Quiet

Looking at the A-word ring, the battle between A-4 and Aba was about to end. After asking that there was still a limit of five hundred Lingshi, Pei Ling quickly took out the Lingshi and bought herself to win.

After taking the bill, he was about to leave, but saw a black monk taking the lead, and several monks took out five hundred spirit stones to buy him to win.

And that black-clothed monk is the one with the highest voice among the monks who just clamored to slay Fangye...

Pei Ling returned to the A-shaped ring, and at this time A-Bachi just won and stepped down.

The deacon glanced at him and said, "The next game, A twelve vs. A fourteen."

Pei Ling and Fang Ye jumped into the ring at the same time.

"Brother Fang Ye!" Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was refreshed.

"Senior Brother Fang Ye is not Tian Congheng. I bet two hundred Lingshi this time, and I can definitely earn back all the waste that used to bet Tian Congheng!"

"I asked someone to borrow the Lingshi, and I spent five hundred! This Pei Ling is an embroidered pillow at all. It was pure luck that won Tian Congheng. If Tian Congheng was badly injured beforehand, he would have died!"

"Yes, that battle took advantage of the danger, this Ling Ling won't be able to win!"

"Look carefully, this kid is indeed a bit handsome, and he's almost catching up with me. No wonder Sun Yinglan's **** is willing to buy Tian Congheng for him..."

The deacon on the stage made a twitching face. The disciples of Huaiyinfeng generally wanted no family background, lack of strength, narrow vision, simple mind, and dare to speak!

This Pei Ling's strength, let's not say anything else, just because of the cut just now, he has already squeezed out the top ten!

Fang Ye ranks among the best in Huaiyin Peak, but he is no match for Tian Congheng.

Pei Ling can cut Tian Congheng with a single stab. Even if Fang Ye had been prepared for a while, he would have at most two moves under his hand!

At this time, Fang Ye calmly glanced at the black-clothed monk below the stage, and saw that the junior nodded slightly towards him, and he immediately felt relieved.

"Start!" The deacon calmed down and shouted in a deep voice.

Fang Ye arched his hand at Pei Ling: "Junior Brother Pei, please advise!"

Saying that he rushed towards Pei Ling first!

Pei Ling didn't dare to neglect, although he had said it to the other party in private, but who knows if the other party will collect money and do nothing?

He drew out the horrible knife and slashed out!

The sword energy hadn't touched Fang Ye's clothing corner, Fang Ye suddenly got a halt, but he flew upside down, flew straight out of the ring, and fell heavily into the crowd!

"Junior Brother Pei is good at swordsmanship, Brother Yu is ashamed!" Fang Ye shouted, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, pretending to be shocked.

The black monk quickly rushed out of the crowd, helped Fang Ye and ran.

Several other companions waved a thick pile of bills and went straight to Cai Ke: "Losing money! Brother Fang Ye lost, I'm going to lose money!"

Pei Ling couldn't help being stunned, acting so fake, did he treat everyone else as a fool?

"A twelve wins." The deacon announced blankly.

After Pei Ling stepped down, he went to Cai Kedui Lingshi, and happened to ran into the black monk, who smiled friendly at him.

After redeeming the Lingshi, Pei Ling noticed that Fang Ye was looking out of the crowd.

He thought for a while and walked over.

"Junior Brother Pei, congratulations." Seeing Pei Ling approaching, Fang Ye smiled slightly and said with his hands.

"Thank you Brother Fang." Pei Ling returned the courtesy politely, and then tentatively said, "In this situation just now, I don't know what the sect meant?"

"Junior Brother Pei, don't worry." Fang Ye said nonchalantly. "When the Outer Sect Competition started, he said that he couldn't help but any means! Lingshi is also a kind of means."

Pei Ling thoughtfully: "I understand, thank you Brother Fang."

Soon, the preliminary round of Huaiyinfeng came to an end.

A monk used a magic technique to spread the sound of the whole peak, so that all the disciples of the three victories went to the Jiazi ring to gather.

Pei Ling rushed to the ring, and saw an old man with white hair and white beard standing on the A-shaped ring, standing with his hand holding his hand, with a strong breath.

He hadn't seen this person at all, but after listening to the whispers of the deacon beside him, he stared at Peiling a few more times, but his expression was flat and he couldn't see his thoughts.

After a while, all three victories cultivators arrived, a total of sixteen people.

The A-character arena is Pei Ling, the eighth-level A-8, the eighth-level A seventeen, and the eighth-level A 25; the B-character ring is the B one and the eighth level of the Qi practice. B-9, B-11 in the eighth level of Qi training, B27 in the ninth level of Qi training; C-shaped arena is C3 in the eighth level of Qi training, C10 in the eighth level of Qi training, and B2 in the ninth level of Qi training. Eleven, C26, the nine-level Qi training; the three victories monks in the D-shaped ring, are all eight-level Qi training, namely Ding Er, Ding Thirteen, Ding Twenty-two, and Ding Thirty-two.

Among the sixteen people, there are only four cultivators at the 9th level. In comparison, Tian Congheng and Fang Ye, the two eliminated ninth level cultivators, are a bit unlucky, but in this preliminary round, luck is also strong. A sort of.

After the crowd, the old man on the ring said quietly: "Old man Li Ping, Nian is the elder of Huaiyin Peak. Responsible for the preliminary competition of Huaiyin Peak."

Pei Ling's heart jumped, Li Ping? !

The grandfather of Li Siguang who was killed on the day of his entry was Li Ping!

"I have seen Elder Li!" At this time, everyone bowed and saluted, and Pei Ling also hurriedly bent down. Fortunately, he has now looked for Zheng Jingshan as a backer. The other party should not dare to take him...

Li Ping looked at Pei Ling, but he didn't expect that this kid was not dead, and his cultivation reached the ninth level of Qi training.

Last time Li Siguang was killed, he thought it was Zheng Jingshan's ghost. This Pei Ling was just an abandoned son, and had already been arranged to be a ghost for Chen Huan's homing banner. Therefore, Miao Chengyang was designed to seek revenge from Zheng Jingshan. As a result, Miao Chengyang, the coward, usually saw Miao Chengan with eyeballs, but at the critical moment, he was softened, and he only beat Zheng Jingshan to death. .

On the contrary, this Pei Ling not only lived well, but was comfortable until now...

However, he remembered that this kid only practiced the fourth level of Qi when he first entered the sect?

How long did it take to reach the ninth level of Qi training... Li Ping's mind turned around, retracted his gaze, and said in a slow voice: "The Huaiyin Peak preliminary competition is over. Everyone is the best talent of this peak. Next, you guys. What we have to face is the selection of the entire Outer Door Southern Territory."

"There are fifty-four peaks in the Southern Region, and they were chosen to be on the main peak of the Southern Region, Ruoxiu Peak."

"Considering that some people suffered losses in the preliminary round, so three days later, you will wait here to gather, and the old lady will personally take you to Ruoxiu Peak to participate in the selection."

"Well, this is your reward for winning the preliminary round."

After speaking, Li Ping brushed his robe sleeves, and suddenly a piece of spiritual stone was spilled, supported by an invisible hand, neatly floating in front of the sixteen monks. Everyone is no more, no less, just a thousand lower-grade spirit stones.

Pei Ling didn't dare to do it right away, watching other people respectfully thanking him and accepting it, and then cautiously wrapped the spirit stone with spiritual power and put it in a spare storage bag.

Condescendingly, Li Ping saw this scene clearly, squinted slightly, and quickly flicked his sleeves again, disappearing out of thin air.