Chapter Seventy-Three: Ten Men Elected

After Ling Changkong won 100 consecutive victories, the other platforms also won 100 consecutive victories, and at this point, the battle of the five platforms was finally over.

"Not bad. In the stands, Zhao Qian also stood up, nodded slightly with satisfaction, and said to Ling Changkong and the others: "In the past ten years, my Qishan faction can be regarded as full of talents, and even the old man didn't expect that this time there would be two non-Xuanling late stage screening, which really surprised the old man, and of course he was also very pleased." ”

"Through this competition, it has been determined that Ling Changkong, Lei Zhenzi, Liao Wenjie, Zhang Qingfang, Bing Haitao and other five people, you will represent my Qishan faction to participate in the western competition, don't live up to the expectations of the old man and others, and the disciples who are not selected should not be discouraged, work hard, and strive to represent my Qishan faction in the western competition next time. ”

"Yes, we will definitely live up to the expectations of the boss. ”

"Yes, we must follow the instructions of the master and work hard. ”

In the grandstand square below, whether it was the five people selected by Ling Changkong and others, or the others who were not selected, they all responded in unison, their eyes were burning, and the selected ones showed a trace of sharpness, but they were not arrogant, and the unselected ones were no longer depressed.

Zhao Qian was able to do this, and a few words guided everyone in a good direction.

"In addition to the five people selected by Ling Changkong and other five people, there are five participants, who are jointly elected by the old man and the elders, namely Zhao Yingying, Zhu Mingyu, Gu Wuyan, Luo Xiangtian, Liang Mingzhi, presumably you will not have any opinions. ”

Seeing that the mentality of all the disciples had turned around, Zhao Qian also nodded slightly, looked around at everyone, glanced at Zhao Yingying and the others behind him, and then announced to Ling Changkong =- and others.

"Everything is in accordance with the master's arrangement. ”

How dare the disciples on the battlefield square have any opinions, they hurriedly agreed, and Ling Changkong also followed and arched his hand, but he didn't think so in his heart, and said secretly: "Zhao Yingying is naturally okay, although Gu Wuyan and the others don't know what the strength is, it should be good, as for Liang Mingzhi, hum ......" a meaningful smile.

Zhao Qian's arrangement is greasy, how can Ling Changkong not see it? Elder Zhijian elected one person, it was Luo Xiangtian, and Elder Zhifa also elected one person, but it was Liang Mingzhi, as for the rest, not to mention the rest, Zhao Yingying must be Zhao Qian's guarantee.

A dignified Qishan faction, but playing with such means, Hongda's grand western competition, but they see it as a child's play, how can such a sect not be oppressed by the Yushan sect? !

Not only did Ling Changkong have such thoughts in his heart, but most of the others also thought the same way, but they were the same as Ling Changkong, and they didn't show it.

"Since that's the case, let's disperse, tomorrow, at the gate of Qishan Mountain, all the selected disciples will gather and go to Sword Casting City with the old man, ready to participate in the Western Competition. ”

Zhao Qian also knew that Ling Changkong and the others did not dare to object, so as soon as Ling Changkong finished speaking, he continued to order that everyone should disperse.

Ling Changkong and the others naturally did not stay again, bowed to Zhao Qian again, and then dispersed, but those disciples who were not selected, when they looked at Ling Changkong and the others, their eyes were full of envy and jealousy, especially Ling Changkong and Liao Wenjie, they were not in the late stage of Xuanling, and everyone was even more jealous of them.

"Alright, that's it, let's all go back. ”

Seeing Ling Changkong and the others gradually leaving, Zhao Qian turned around and said to the Sword Elder and the others, the Sword Elder and the others all nodded slightly, and then each turned into a streamer and flew away.

"Father, I still have something to do, so I won't go back yet. ”

At this moment, Zhao Yingying suddenly opened her mouth and said to Zhao Qian, which made Gu Wuyan's face suddenly unsightly, and Zhao Qian did not wrinkle, they naturally knew the reason why Zhao Yingying did not go back first.

"Yingying, we're going to Sword Forge City tomorrow, so let's go back and pack up. Zhao Qian shook his head slightly and said.

"Don't worry, it won't take much time. Zhao Yingying's head shook slightly, smiled, and then without waiting for Zhao Qian to say anything, she directly swept down the stands and left in a flash.

"This kid ......" Zhao Qian shook his head slightly, and did not stop it, Gu Wuyan's face on the other side was even more ugly, his hands were clenched, and the killing intent in his eyes was vague, but it was even more profound.

"Master, Yingying is just a child's heart, she is a little playful, it doesn't matter. Zhu Mingyu stood up at this time and made a round.

"Forget it, let's go back too. Zhao Qian waved his hand, his body shook slightly, and suddenly turned into a pride of light and flew away towards the courtyard of the back mountain.

Gu Wuyan's eyes flashed with murder, he glanced at the direction Zhao Yingying left, and then pinched a sword trick in his hand, a long sword appeared out of thin air, he stepped on the sword light, and also flew away towards the courtyard of the back mountain.

At the same time, Zhu Mingyu also flew with his sword and fled towards the courtyard of the back mountain.

On the other side, Ling Changkong put his hands behind his back and walked slowly, his eyes flashing with essence, as if he was thinking about something.

"Long sky, long sky!"

At this moment, there was a clear = crisp sound behind Ling Changkong, like a nightingale chirping, it was Zhao Yingying's shout, but Ling Changkong didn't notice it.

"Why are you running so fast? What were you thinking?"

Seeing that Ling Changkong turned a blind eye to herself, Zhao Yingying was also very angry, pouted, ran to Ling Changkong angrily, and asked Ling Changkong, and then saw that Ling Changkong seemed to be thinking something, and couldn't help frowning, what did make this nerd put her aside.

"Ah, it turned out to be Senior Sister Zhao, I didn't hear Senior Sister Zhao's ...... just now"

Seeing Zhao Yingying come to him, Ling Changkong was also shocked, and hurriedly said to Zhao Yingying, but was interrupted by Zhao Yingying before he could speak.

"Okay, don't pretend to me here, am I so old? ”

Zhao Yingying glared at Ling Changkong, her jade hand swayed slightly, and she asked angrily at Ling Changkong, her willow eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

"Then how should I call you?" Ling Changkong grinned and asked at Zhao Yingying, very casually, not at all nervous just now.

"You bastard, you dare to fool me. Zhao Yingying stomped her feet angrily, but she was helpless.

"Okay, okay, Senior Sister Zhao, you have a lot of adults, so don't be like my junior brother. Ling Changkong smiled flatteringly, bypassed Zhao Yingying, and pinched Zhao Yingying's shoulder flatteringly, everything was very natural.

"Take away your smelly hands. Zhao Yingying waved Ling Changkong's hands away, as if she looked disgusted, but she didn't have the slightest anger, and said again: "Father, they all call me Yingying, you can also call me Yingying." ”

"Okay, Yingying. Ling Changkong took away his hands, nodded slightly, came to Zhao Yingying's side again, and asked with a smile, "Not angry?"

"you big-headed ghost!" Zhao Yingying snorted lightly, bypassed Ling Changkong, put her arms behind her back, interlocked her fingers, and walked slowly.

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