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As the referee announced this, the disciples below the stage began to boil with excitement. Yang Li stood atop the stage, his figure engraved into the hearts of every disciple as if he were emitting light.

However, the happiest ones were actually Yu Feng and several of his disciples who had won. With a 1: 10 ratio, Yu Feng had obtained 500 spirit stones. If he exchanged these spirit stones for cultivation resources, then he would have made a great deal of progress!

Seeing Yang Li step down, Yu Feng excitedly walked over.

"Yang Li, we made money!" Yu Feng said happily.

"Hmm? What does Senior Brother mean by this? " Yang Li looked at Yu Feng with a puzzled expression.

Yu Feng chuckled, "Hehe, Junior Brother, just now when you went up on stage and someone opened the stage, your odds were 1: 10. I, Senior Brother, had only bet a small amount of 50 spirit stones!"

When Yang Li heard this, his eyes widened. 1: 10 odds! Just how little did he think of himself!

At the same time, he felt extremely regretful. He still had several dozen Spirit Stones. If he bet them all, it would be considered a great pity.

However, he was quite touched in his heart. After all, Yu Feng trusted him a lot. Other than some wealthy disciples, 50 spirit stones could be said to be his entire fortune for the outer sect disciples.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Yang Li could still feel that Yu Feng was truly candid and generous, and that he was a sincere and sincere person. Although he would occasionally flirt with some people, they would definitely be on good terms.

"Then this is to congratulate Senior Brother on making such a huge profit!"

"Junior Brother, what are you saying? You're congratulating us both, hahahaha!" Don't worry, Senior Brother will not take all of these Spirit Stones! "Half for each person!" Hearing Yang Li's words, Yu Feng was slightly displeased as he solemnly vowed.

No need. Senior apprentice-brother Yu Feng, this junior apprentice-brother doesn't like to take advantage of others. " Yang Li immediately refused.

However, when he said this, Yu Feng was thoroughly displeased. "Junior Brother Yang Li, this is my reward to you. How did you take advantage of me?"

"Senior, junior apprentice-brother intends to directly enter the inner sect!" Therefore, I really don't need these Spirit Stones. "

"Senior Brother, why not give me some resources and break through to the fourth level of the Blood Tempering stage as soon as possible? Then, we'll enter the inner sect together!" Yang Li said with a smile.

When Yu Feng heard his words, he was also stunned for a moment. He gave him a deep look before saying, "This …"

Indeed, just as Yang Li had said, these spirit stones were nothing after entering the inner sect.

Just one hundred spirit stones per month, and the outer sect only had one spirit stone, and the pills distributed by the inner sect were much better than the outer sect's. At least, before the Spiritual Movement Stage, these pills would be enough for him to improve rapidly.

Thinking of this, Yu Feng said, "Alright!" I will shamelessly accept it. If Junior needs any help in the future, feel free to ask! Senior Brother will do his best! "

"Senior brother is too polite. However, if junior brother shamelessly asks for senior brother's help in the future, you can't pretend that you don't know him." Yang Li joked.

"How is that possible? Hahaha, alright, junior brother, continue with the competition. I'll go to the Pill Hall and buy some pills for you. I still need to go up to the stage for tomorrow's losers' knockout matches."

"Yes, I also need to recover my spiritual energy for the next battle."

"Good, then I will leave first. Goodbye junior!"

After Yang Li heard Yu Feng's words, he smiled and nodded. He then sat down cross-legged and continued to cultivate.

Every arena had more or less eliminated some disciples from yesterday's elimination round. Yang Li's group D had also been eliminated quite a bit, so the progress of the matches was extremely fast.

As for Yang Li, who defeated Lin Lang, the competition was even easier. Basically, all of the disciples that went on stage admitted defeat.

Lin Lang was easily defeated by him, so wouldn't it be a joke if I were to take action now?

Forget it, he might as well just admit defeat.

Basically all of the disciples had the same thought, and even the purple word disciple had only taken the initiative to test the waters before hastily ending his defeat.

It was the same for two days in a row. Thus, Yang Li entered the top one hundred with thirty victories in battle.

The elimination round was over. Even the disciples who thought that their strength was enough to enter the top 100 had begun their challenge.

After two days of the Losers' Challenge Competition, quite a few disciples were challenged off the stage. Without a doubt, Yu Feng had entered the top 100.

After that, the final ranking competition began!

On the first day of the ranking tournament, Yin Fang first announced the rules of the tournament.

"The ranking tournament rules state that the participants who maintain an undefeated record will be seeded contestants, and will not participate in battles in the earlier stages."

"The other disciples will compete in groups. The winner will advance, and the loser will participate in the Losers' Ranking Competition. The final ranking will be determined. The top 22 will enter the top 32!"

"After the top 32, the seeded contestants will fight for the championship! Do the disciples here understand the rules! "

"Understood!" Although the competition was unfair in principle, on the other hand, it was also to protect the other disciples and prevent them from being eliminated prematurely.

At the same time, the ranking competition would also determine their final ranking.

As the only victorious participant in Group D, Yang Li did not need to participate. Thus, in the last two days, Yang Li had not gone to the martial arts arena. Instead, he had gone to the cultivation tower to cultivate.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. After Yang Li and the other ten contestants were eliminated, the 22nd place contestants also came out.

On the third day of the ranking tournament, news of Yang Li's identity plate arrived: "Number four seeded contestant Yang Li, the top thirty-two contestant for the ranking tournament will begin today. Please hurry to the martial arena."

The seeded participants' notifications were all sent out by themselves, while the other disciples sent out messages in unison. This was the status and benefits brought about by one's strength and talent.

After Yang Li received the news, he did not hesitate and directly rushed to the martial arena.

The top thirty-two in the morning will compete for the top sixteen in the morning, and the top sixteen in the afternoon will compete for the top eight. After the top eight corners are expelled, the defeated disciples can start their challenges again and each person will have two chances to challenge them! and decide who will get the ninth and tenth place! "

"Tomorrow morning, the top ten disciples will engage in a round robin tournament. The final victor will be this year's champion. The rules above, do the disciples understand!"

"Understood." Although there were only thirty-two disciples, their auras still overshadowed those of all the other disciples. One could tell from their postures that these disciples were extraordinary.

"The information of the top 32 matches, all participating disciples can view their identity tokens and find out that the matches have officially begun!"

Yang Li glanced at the medallion and his eyes narrowed. This was because his first match was the fourth match of the previous tournament. This year, he was publicly acknowledged to have the highest chance of becoming the champion, Meng Zhong!

"Next, all disciples that are participating in the first match, please enter the arena!"

There were only eight arenas for the top thirty-two matches, so it only took two rounds to obtain the top eight.

"Ring One, Meng Zhong against Yang Li!"

"Ring Two, Feng Yue against Zi Yue!"

"..."

"Ring Eight, Wang Dao versus Song Jue!"

Hearing the announcement, the disciples that didn't participate in the battle went into an uproar. For a seeded participant to face a seeded participant, this was something that was impossible to happen in the past sessions!

But this time, it actually happened! Yin Fang's face also became unsightly, and asked with a cold voice, "What's going on? Why did this happen!? "

Cold sweat broke out on the elders beside Yin Fang as they quickly checked their identity tokens. After seeing the results, he felt a little helpless.

He said with excitement, "Reporting to Vice Hall Master, the first match is decided according to the level of our cultivation and previous rankings. Number four seeded participant Yang Li, cultivation, late stage of the first level of the Blood Tempering stage, thus the first match will be Meng Zhong against Yang Li. It was our negligence."

"You said Yang Li only has the cultivation of a late stage Blood Tempering martial artist?" When Yin Fang heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, Vice Hall Master."

"Alright, let's drop this matter. You should go and send me all of Yang Li's battle information now."

"Understood!" Hearing this, the elder heaved a sigh of relief. He passed down a few orders, passing Yang Li's information of the match to Yin Fang's identity plate.

Yang Li currently did not know of any of this. He only knew that this was most likely a fierce battle. With Meng Zhong's character, the strength he was displaying was absolutely not what it seemed on the surface.

However, Yang Li was not afraid because he had his own trump card.

After Yang Li stepped onstage, Meng Zhong's eyes narrowed and he said in a seemingly gentle voice, "Junior brother Yang Li, how are you? Your name is something I have heard for a long time."

"Senior brother Meng Zhong is too modest. How could junior brother possibly dare to compare with senior brother?" Yang Li heard the hidden killing intent in Meng Zhong's voice and sneered.

"Junior brother Yang Li, to think that a Qi level 8 could kill Yue Long at the first level of the Blood Tempering stage and defeat Lin Lang at the third level of the Blood Tempering stage. Senior brother is extremely impressed!" The killing intent in Meng Zhong's voice grew stronger and stronger.

"I am also at the third level of the Blood Tempering stage like Lin Lang. I wonder if junior brother can defeat me again? Let senior brother give it a try! "

"Then I shall wait and see. You will definitely lose happily!" Yang Li coldly replied. He finally knew why his cultivation of the first level of Blood Tempering Stage had been chosen by Wan Sheng. It was all because of Meng Zhong!

"Junior is ready!" "Spiritual Xiao Art, a melody that moves the hearts of people!" Meng Zhong then took it out and played it on his lips. The sound waves created an enchanting fragrance, causing Yang Li's consciousness to gradually enter a trance. His eyes gradually closed.

"Li'er, wake up quickly, we're going to register at the Sky Mist Sect today, haven't you always wanted to cultivate?" Yang Yue's gentle voice rang out, carrying with it all the love that fathers had, fiercely shaking the strings of Yang Li's heart.

"Yes, our Li'er will be a cultivator in the future. He's going to bring glory to his ancestors." Yang Li's mother's voice also rang out.

"Did I just have a dream? What beast skins? What kind of beast skins? Yang Li thought as he opened his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes and saw his parents' Yang Li, he couldn't help but tear up.

Wisps of white hair appeared on his parents' heads. They wore a loving smile on their faces as they gently looked at Yang Li. Their eyes were filled with the care and anticipation their parents had for their son.

Yang Li no longer thought about whether he had a dream. Instead, he sobbed as he spoke.

"Dad, mom, your son is unfilial. I can't serve my parents in the family anymore. Please take care of yourself. When your child reaches the Dao, you will definitely find a Spirit Elixir to extend your parents' longevity!"

"Please don't blame me, Father and Mother."

"Foolish child, how could father and mother blame you? If you want to cultivate in the Dao, if you want to become a great figure, we can't be happy even if we did." Yang Yue's voice carried an indescribable smile, as if he was somewhat sentimental.

"Li'er, after you go cultivate, don't eat too much or drink too little. Don't come back skinny. We'll have to be distressed. There's still time. Remember to come back and visit Mom and Dad." Xue Li's voice slowly became choked with sobs.

"Son's mother, what are you crying for? Li'er cultivating the Dao was a good thing! Great news! Brilliant! Look at you, sigh. " Yang Yue was still blaming Li Xue when he first started, but his voice also began to choke.

Seeing this, Yang Li's tears uncontrollably gushed out, gradually blurring his vision.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.