As soon as the list of finalists was posted, it aroused discussions from all sides. Not to mention other things, just look at the Moromons among the hundreds of disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage, and then look at the few single seedlings in the Golden Elixir stage.

Everyone felt something was wrong.

"Why is this Moromen saint not on the list? Doesn't it mean that the Moromen saint has a single water spiritual root and also has extraordinary cultivation?" Someone noticed this strange thing.

Just like Sang Ying, who was famous in the three major states early, Su Fuyun also had a good reputation. Many disciples from other sects still wanted to meet this most beautiful woman in Yaozhou during the sect competition.

Someone who had watched the battle between Sang Ying and Su Fuyun quietly told that person the story, which naturally included several twists and turns in that match.

After hearing this, the person who asked the question couldn't help but said: "It seems that the disciples of Wan Daosheng are more powerful. In fact, most of the fighting platform was destroyed, which shows that his swordsmanship is amazing."

"He is truly worthy of being the first of the three sects!"

The so-called "head of the three sects" is just a matter of hundreds of years ago. At that time, Wan Daosheng was strong and had many disciples, and could be called the largest sect in the fairy world. Even if the situation is not good now, others can just praise it casually.

Nothing.

It's just that this compliment happened to be spoken by the other party after learning that Su Fuyun had lost the competition, and it happened to fall into the ears of the wrong person.

So, as soon as the monks onlookers finished speaking, a displeased voice suddenly sounded:

"The largest sect? Oh, it happened so many years ago. Is it worth talking about? Today's largest sect has nothing to do with Wan Daosheng!"

"A character who ranks fourth in the sect competition, even if he cheats and gets into the finals by luck, will not be determined to go far."

The young man with a cold face put aside his sarcasm and turned around and left the crowd, leaving the monks to continue their discussion.

"Who is that person? How dare you humiliate Wan Daosheng like this?!" someone couldn't help but ask.

Although Wan Daosheng did have the experience of being ranked fourth, anyone with a discerning eye knows why, and naturally they will not use this kind of thing as an issue.

The young man from before was so shameless that even the monks who were watching felt angry.

The man asked for a long time before someone sighed: "That is a disciple of Moromen, named Chiyan. It is said that he was only a three-spirited man five years ago. Although he worked very hard, he was always one step behind due to his talent.

.But I don’t know what kind of opportunity Chiyan got, and he changed from three spiritual roots to a single fire spiritual root overnight, and suddenly became a talented person of the Moromen."

The person who answered paused for a moment before continuing: "Since Chiyan turned into a single spiritual root, his cultivation speed has been much faster. Now he is already in the late stage of the Golden Core. It is said that he came to participate in the competition this time just to find

The opportunity to break through to Yuanying.”

After the other party mentioned something, the dissatisfaction on the face of the person who asked the question instantly subsided.

No matter how dissatisfied you are, offending a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator face to face is the stupidest choice.

As soon as the discussion subsided, everyone just watched Chi Yan's back disappear from their sight, but felt a little sweat in their hearts for Wan Daosheng.

After all, the meaning of Chiyan's words just now is very obvious. It is clear that he wants to deal with tens of thousands of Daosheng!

At this moment, Sang Ying didn't know that someone was worried about their safety before the finals started. She was currently busy healing the injuries of several junior brothers and sisters.

"I'm sorry, senior sister, I'm so useless. I was about to win, but..." Lan Fusheng couldn't say the next words, but was blocked by Dong Fuzhu with a pill.

The pretty Miss Dong said angrily: "What's wrong with you? You just lost a competition, why can't you let it go? Senior sister came here to see you this time, and you still said such disappointing things."

The top-grade elixir melted in your mouth, making Lan Fu even want to vomit.

Taking a magic pill, it really relieved the pain all over his body.

But Lan Fusheng was not happy about this: "High-grade elixirs are hard to come by, how could you waste them on me?"

Listening to the dissatisfaction in Lan Fusheng's tone, Dong Fuzhu also glared at him: "This is my elixir. You can't control who I want to give it to!"

After saying that, no matter how helpless Lan Fusheng was, Dong Fuzhu turned around and left his house, leaving time for Sang Ying and the two of them.

When Dong Fuzhu stepped out of the door, Lan Fusheng met Sang Ying's strange gaze and said with a slightly red face: "Senior sister, it's funny that Fuzhu has a childish temper."

His embarrassment was so obvious that Sang Ying naturally couldn't say more, so she asked instead: "How did you get injured? I know your ability. You have always been diligent and you have practiced "Broken Goose Song" extremely well. You should

It’s not like we can’t even make it to the finals.”

Not to mention, not only did he lose the competition, he was also injured to the point of being bedridden, which Sang Ying could not understand no matter what.

When asked about this, the shyness on Lan Fusheng's face slowly disappeared and was replaced by hidden anger.

"Senior sister, I don't know that the person who hurt me is Chiyan from Moromen!"

Sang Ying frowned, this was the first time she heard this name.

"This person has a single fire spirit root. He is very ferocious and seems to have ill intentions towards me. When I fought with him, I wouldn't be injured even if I couldn't win. But this person happened to use a fire formation."

"This fire formation is very weird..." Perhaps because he was worried that his guess was wrong, Lan Fusheng didn't want to continue talking, but after struggling for a moment, he still said: "Maybe I have a misunderstanding, but I always feel that this fire formation

It seems to have the power to confuse people.”

Lan Fusheng's expression was very serious, and it was obvious that he was not telling lies.

Sang Ying asked him: "Can you guarantee this?"

When asked this question, Lan Fusheng's tone immediately became firm: "Although it is only for a moment, I am sure that the fire array is tempting me to walk in!"

If he hadn't been attracted by that strange force and forced into the fire formation of Chiyan, Lan Fusheng wouldn't have been injured like this.

"This matter is of great importance. Don't mention it to others for the time being. Wait until I inform the two elders about the matter and see what they say." After thinking about it for a while, Sang Ying gave him the order.

Lan Fusheng didn't listen to Sang Ying's words. He nodded quickly in agreement, not forgetting to remind: "This person has also entered the finals. Senior sister will inevitably face him when the time comes. I hope senior sister will be more careful."

.”

The worry in Lan Fusheng's eyes was very obvious. Seeing his worried look, Sang Ying's attitude softened a lot.

She knew what the other party was worried about. She was a monk with ice spiritual roots who was famous in three major states. Just when she had just become the chief of Wandaosheng, a man with three spiritual roots turned into a single fire spiritual root appeared in Moromen.

.

Fire versus ice...the other party's intentions towards her have been put on the table.

Sang Ying's eyes darkened, it was time for a closer look at the Moromen disciple's ever-changing spiritual roots!

…

The maid placed the tea cup in front of the young man, then picked up the tray and carefully walked out of the door.

She walked as lightly as possible, fearing that she would dissatisfy the saint in the room.

Ever since she lost to the monk Wan Daosheng in the last competition of the saint, her condition has been getting worse day by day. She has also locked herself in the yard all day long, and any slightest movement will cause her to panic.

The maids didn't understand what happened that day to make their saint feel so panicked all day long.

It wasn't until today's final list was announced that the Saint took the initiative to ask her to find a monk named Chiyan.

Although I don’t know what the relationship between this unruly monk and the saint is, this person was invited after all.

Stepping out, the maid gently closed the door for the two of them, and locked them in the room together while talking.


Chapter completed!