Chapter 500 Give Too Much

Everyone has a share, but Zeng Zhuang was bypassed.

Zeng Zhuang knew that the more he talked, the easier it would be to be laughed at, so he kept silent.

"Senior brother gives gifts, I, as a senior brother, have to be considerate..." A senior brother with pale complexion and messy hair said.

"Crazy knife, you are so poor, what can you give your junior brother?"

Some direct disciples joked.

Knife Crazy looked listless from beginning to end, with sparse stubble on his chin: "If Junior Brother doesn't mind, this is for you."

He took out an accessory, an exquisite long knife, but only the size of a thumb.

"Good stuff, take it quickly."

The inner demon suddenly made a sound, like a gray wolf that saw a rabbit.

Lin Hong took it carefully: "Brother, what is this?"

"I got it in a secret place once, and it can enhance people's perception of the way of the sword, but it has no effect on me."

Crazy Dao let out a breath, and there was an inexplicable smell of sweat on his body.

"Crazy knife, how many days have you not bathed?" A direct disciple took a few steps back.

"Why waste time to take a shower? Wouldn't it be good to practice swords with that kind of kung fu?"

Crazy Dao doesn't care, if he hadn't taken sick leave for three years in a row, he wouldn't even want to participate in this sect competition today.

"Junior brother, this is for you."

"Little brother~"

Inexplicably, Lin Hong received a bunch of gifts in return, with different values, but all of them were higher than the fifty thousand immortal stones.

"I'm the only one who didn't return the gift..." Xianghan walked up to Lin Hong at this time.

"Senior Sister Xianghan, you don't need it."

Lin Hong smiled bitterly, and looked aside involuntarily, so it was not easy to meet her eyes.

Xianghan stared into his eyes: "How can I do that? This talisman is for you to save your life."

"Thank you, sister."

Lin Hong took the talisman and took a few steps back silently.

"Stand in a row, the palace master is coming." Suddenly, a shout came, and everyone stood up one by one.

They are in the main arena, and there are many smaller arenas for inner disciples and outer disciples to compete in martial arts.

"I don't know what kind of master the Palace Master will be."

Lin Hong looked around, only to hear the sound of the thundering drum stopped abruptly, and all the deputy palace masters and elders got up with solemn faces.

"Welcome the palace lord to leave the customs." After everyone shouted in unison, a man came from afar, and arrived in an instant, sat on the main seat, raised his hand, and asked everyone to sit down.

I saw that he was dressed in a robe, and he couldn't see the joys and sorrows. Although he was a man, he could make some women eclipse.

"let's start."

Following the palace lord's signal, the Zongmen Grand Competition officially began.

Divided into three areas, namely the inner court, outer court and direct disciples, the top three in each area will be rewarded.

"I hope you don't get me."

Zeng Zhuang sneered at Lin Hong, thinking so.

The big competition uses a lottery system, everyone will get a label, and those with the same label are the opponents.

Soon, after the lottery was drawn, Lin Hong was No. 6.

If the players don't tell each other, they will only know their own lottery, so he doesn't know the numbers of Zeng Zhuang and others.

"No. 1 stays, and the rest of the disciples step down." Accompanied by a shout, Lin Hong stepped off the stage anxiously, only to find that Zeng Zhuang was still on the stage.

In this way, he is number one.

"Junior brother, I am number three."

Xianghan came to him and showed the lottery in his hand.

Lin Hong smiled bitterly: "I am number six."

The only luck is that Zeng Zhuang was not drawn in this round.

In the arena.

Zeng Zhuang crushed the lottery in his hand, and then looked at his opponent. He was an elder, half-immortal.

"Senior brother, please enlighten me." The direct disciple cupped his hands and took off the spear, and the armor appeared on his body, faintly emitting white light.

"Hey..."

Lin Hong in the audience looked at the armor and thought of the Mayan armor he once had.

"Junior Brother, the direct disciple of this competition is Dao Crazy. If you meet him, you will surrender directly."

Xianghan said to him at this time, Dao Crazy is a nickname given to him by someone, which means a madman on the way of the Dao of the Sword.

"Hmm..." Lin Hong nodded, and glanced at the madman standing not far away.

"You'd better surrender yourself, don't embarrass your master."

In the arena, Zeng Zhuang hugged his shoulders and was very displeased that Lin Hong was not drawn. It is unlikely that they will meet in the second round.

"Senior brother, please enlighten me." The direct disciple didn't give up, pointed his spear at Zeng Zhuang, and rushed to kill him. At this moment, he was like a general leading a million troops, with overwhelming momentum.

"This set of cheats is just for you to scare the enemy. It is useless to me."

Zeng Zhuang didn't take it seriously, and slapped out with both palms. Accompanied by bursts of sonic booms, the spear of the direct disciple was blown away, and he flew backwards.

"It turns out he's so strong." Lin Hong frowned in the audience, and even dealt with Banxian in one face-to-face...

The second game after that was Knife Crazy, the opponent was a false early stage immortal, and he surrendered directly.

"Nothing."

The knife lunatic let out a breath, and really wanted to go back and continue practicing the knife instead of wasting time here.

The third round, Xianghan! Relying on the strength of False Immortal in the mid-term, he won easily.

...

Until the sixth game, it was Lin Hong's turn.

"Come on~" Shuyao, who was an audience member, shouted to Lin Hong in the distance.

"Um."

Lin Hong looked over and gave a thumbs up.

Stepping onto the arena, the Zhentian Drum was sounded, and the huge arena felt a little hot to the feet.

The opponent stepped onto the ring, he was a rabbit-toothed man, half-immortal, holding a scimitar.

The shaking drum stopped, and Lin Hong cupped his hands: "Brother, let's start."

"Little brother, I will not show mercy."

The rabbit-toothed man rushed towards Lin Hong at an extremely fast speed. He waved his hand to cut the corner, but only used three parts of his strength.

Lin Hong drew out the Chengying sword, blocked it with a "snap", put his mouth close to his ear, and whispered: "Senior brother, what do you think of the fifty thousand immortal stone?"

"……What?"

The rabbit-toothed man froze for a moment, was he trying to bribe himself?

"Junior Brother, this is the Grand Competition of the sect, the Palace Master and the others are watching over there, how can we play a fake match?"

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Can……"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"make a deal!"

The rabbit-toothed man gritted his teeth and agreed. He didn't want to agree, but he gave too much.

It's useless for me to participate in the Zongmen Dabi, it's just a formality, the top three rewards have nothing to do with me, it's better to get 500,000 immortal stones out of thin air.

"Then wronged senior brother to act." Lin Hong smiled.

"give it to me."

The rabbit-toothed man nodded, and then fought for a while, deliberately being photographed by the sword.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, sitting on the ground and pointing at Lin Hong, with a dazed expression on his face: "Okay... so strong Yuanli, I was careless!"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

Silence, deathly silence.

Whether it was the noisy crowd or the players chatting privately, they all fell silent at this moment.

play? !

It is clear that it is a fake match! !

"Cough, Lin Hong won." The Ninth Elder stepped onto the stage and was the notary of the ring.