My magic weapons are all rule-based

"Remember not to expose me."

"How is that possible? Do I have the nerve to say that?" The monk of Dayan Sect sighed to the sky, "You are ruthless. I wish you success in winning the championship."

"Thank you for your good words. Sorry for offending my senior brother." Gao Yifan smiled and broke the other party's restraints.

The leader monk of Dayan Sect sighed and nodded, staggering and leading people away.

After a while, Gao Yifan and others counted the supplies, and a storage bag containing the seized supplies appeared in his hand.

The fellow disciple said: "Brother Gao, there are a lot of things this time, and there will definitely be a ranking."

"Well..." Gao Yifan held the storage bag and showed an arrogant smile, greed dancing in his eyes.

"Are you satisfied with the ranking?... Since we have come to this point, what we want is to win the championship!"

"Hahahaha, Brother Gao said well, win the championship! Win the championship! Win the championship!" The disciples of Baihe Sect shouted.

After taking a dangerous road, they found the way to heaven in a blink of an eye!

So now can they be satisfied with the ranking?

Gao Yifan raised his hands and said in a deep voice: "We are so happy to win that we have forgotten the school motto. Hold on tight! We have only won two games. We should not get carried away. Don't forget that some sects also have classmates... They must be on guard against us. We should be careful and avoid their actions. The right way is to avoid them."

"You two come here and hide the supplies in the treasure point we have reserved before. Be careful not to be discovered. Come back as soon as possible. The rest of you should rest here."

The two Jindan monks who were still in good condition took the storage bags and rushed to the treasure point.

Unlike other confident and powerful sects, their supplies were not on them.

Every time they harvested some supplies, they would hide them in another place to prevent the whole team from being wiped out or accidents.

As long as one person can survive, the team will have a hope of winning a better ranking if they find the treasure point.

After making simple arrangements, Gao Yifan put his hands on his hips and looked around: "Come on, give Brother Leopard, Brother Deer, Brother Monkey...some good pills to chew! The others can take the pills to recover. When the brothers come back, we will continue to set off and try to defeat them all within a few days!"

"Good!!!"

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"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"Completely mixed with the beasts, really a good seedling to learn beast control..."

"Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, this state is absolutely amazing."

The stadium cheered and applauded like thunder.

Xu Shan leaned over from the table and took the lead, clapping loudly and leading the whole audience! (Send loudly.GIF)

"Alright, alright... I know you are a disciple of Lijia Village, you don't have to be like this!" Sun Yuanzheng pulled Xu Shan with an ugly face, "You won beautifully, but you fought too ugly... People are watching you."

Xu Shan turned around with a refreshed look, arrogantly: "How is it! How is it! Classic, filial, anxious, happy, tense, win is the motto of my Lijia Village, what do you think? Is there anything you want to point out?"

"Oh, you, tsk..."

Chen Xiang sighed, with a look of disgust, covering his face and moving his stool aside.

When Xu Shan sat down, he found that everyone's expressions were different, and they raised their hands and clasped their fists with a smile on their faces.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't hold it just now."

"....."

"Take a break, Dean Xu, you've been busy..."

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One day passed.

In the Taichu Sect camp, the campfire emitted curling smoke at dawn and dusk.

Meng Xianye used a small stick to poke at the bonfire that was about to burn out, and in his other hand, he kept turning a pheasant pierced by a stick.

Although the monks were no longer afraid of day and night, the lack of light at night would undoubtedly greatly reduce the visual distance.

The requirements for sleep of Jindan monsters were greatly reduced, but many monsters still maintained their previous habits.

The activity at night was greatly increased, and the difficulty of hunting would also increase.

Lighting a bonfire could improve early warning.

Meng Xianye saw that the pheasant was almost roasted, so he took it to his nose and smelled it.

He tore off a piece of tender and juicy chicken and put it in his mouth to chew carefully, with a smile on his lips.

The leader Peng Jiang, who was sitting not far away, glanced at him.

"Xiao Meng, you're already fasting, but you're still eating every day. How many days have you been roasting? We're competing now, don't be so greedy."

Meng Xianye smiled and said, "Brother, I've been fighting continuously recently, and I'm too nervous. Eating when I'm safe can relieve some of the tension and is good for fighting. This is what the master taught me."

"That's right, Xiao Meng's roasted chicken is delicious, do you want to eat it?" Senior sister Chang Xia walked to the campfire and squatted next to Meng Xianye.

She took off a chicken leg and handed it to Peng Jiang.

"I won't eat it." Peng Jiang wiped his sword and looked at him with disdain.

"Hey, if you don't eat it, I will. I love chicken legs." A disciple came to the campfire and snatched the chicken leg from Chang Xia's hand and started to eat it.

"Xiao Meng, it's roasted pretty awesome. It tastes really good, much better than the pig yesterday."

"Really? Let me try it too!" The Taichu disciples who were resting on the side walked to the campfire one after another to share the chicken.

Watching the crowd gather around Meng Xianye.

Peng Jiang looked away again: "Xiao Meng, I'm not saying anything to you, forget what Lijiacun taught you, your foundation is not as good as mine, Taichu, and you are also Taichu's disciple now."

"You should eat less, don't affect the battle, we will continue to move forward later."

Meng Xianye didn't care about the other party's teasing. He thought for a while and said, "Brother, why don't you stop for a while? Although we have been going well these days, we have encountered several monsters and two sects. Everyone is very tired now and the consumption of elixirs is serious."

"Xiao Meng, you are wrong. Momentum, momentum is very important! We consume a lot, and others must consume a lot. We should win this game in one go and rest as much as we want when we go back."

Peng Jiang put away the magic sword, stood up and walked to the campfire, throwing a water ball to put out the campfire.

"Xiao Meng, you are too timid, you have to change this! What can you achieve if you are always timid? Today, go to the periphery to explore again and see how many sects have been eliminated. Come back as soon as possible! Everyone else, get up and set off as soon as possible."

"Yes, brother."

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In the jungle, Meng Xianye flew through the jungle with his sword.

In a dense forest, he was as relaxed and agile as a fish.

The sword-controlling skill assessment is one of the most stringent assessment items for the disciples of Lijia Village.

Courage is not worth encouraging, and cowardice is not worth despising.

People can be brave and cowardly, this is normal.

The most important thing is to survive!

The strongest point of the disciples of Lijia Village is to escape by flying a sword.

Although it cannot be compared with the sword-controlling skills of the top sects, the sword-controlling skills of Lijia Village are not low-level stuff.

After long-term hard practice and games, sword-controlling has been practiced to an almost instinctive effect on the elite disciples of Lijia Village.

This is the case with Meng Xianye.

He was focused on running at full speed, and finally arrived at the periphery of the stadium when it was getting dark.

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