Life script: Empress Vanves, I plunder opportunities

He certainly didn't think that these people could defeat Qin Li.

However, it is still possible to consume his energy.

When he was exhausted from the battle, he went up again, used his hole cards, defeated him in one fell swoop, and regained the position of the quasi-sage son.

He only worries about one thing now: that Qin Li will avoid the war.

If he has been avoiding and not fighting, he can always enjoy the treatment of the quasi-holy son, which makes him very unhappy.

Just like reading books in Chuan Gong Hall today, if he was just an ordinary disciple, he would not have the right to read advanced exercises at all.

However, soon, he was elated.

There was no trace of anger on Qin Li's face at this time, but a refined appearance.

"Okay, I accept your challenge, though."

Having said that, he paused and looked at everyone present.

Tang Shaogong was afraid that Qin Li would go back on his word, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot, "But what? Qin Li, don't try to shirk, I think everyone's passion is very high, why don't we go to the martial arts field to compete now!"

Qin Li smiled and said: "There is no problem during this period of time, but Qin has just arrived and is indeed very busy. In order to show everyone's sincerity in wanting to challenge Qin, each challenger must first provide 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones.

Of course, if Qin loses, not only will he give up the position of quasi-sage son, but he will also give 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones to the winner! "

Tang Shaogong was the first to agree, "Okay, 1 yuan of top-grade spirit stones, no problem!"

Seeing that Tang Shaogong was so determined, many monks present immediately agreed.

"Isn't it just 1 yuan for top-grade spirit stones, it's a piece of cake!"

"Okay! Qin Li, this true biography happens to be a little tight recently, and I'm waiting for you to send you a high-grade spirit stone!"

"Haha, 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones, come to the Bowl of True Tradition!"

Amidst the laughter and ridicule of many disciples, Qin Li and his party came to the martial arts arena.

After Yang Wuyao heard the disciple's report, she immediately brought several followers to watch the battle.

In the sect, many elders also sat on the high platform.

Even the Holy Master Taixuan put down the Yuan Dao brush in his hand and came to the martial arts arena.

This challenge is not just a simple competition of strength between disciples.

It is related to the position of the quasi-holy son, and, moreover, the face of the Holy Lord.

at this time.

An elder who was responsible for maintaining the order of the martial arts stage came out.

Announce the rules of this competition to the monks below.

"According to the agreement between the disciples and the Holy Son of Qin Lizhun, every disciple who comes up to challenge him must first pay 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones before he is eligible to challenge.

Now, registration begins! "

As soon as his words fell, immediately, a large group of disciples rushed towards a deacon next to the Yanwu stage.

Everyone took out the 1 yuan high-grade spirit stones they had prepared in advance.

Among these disciples, all are the core disciples of the inner sect, and many of them are monks who have participated in the competition for the quasi-holy sons and were eliminated miserably.

Most of them come from various powerful families, sects or dynasties, and 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones, for them, it is very worthwhile to buy a chance to compete for the quasi-holy son.

On the first row of spectator seats below, more than a dozen true disciples were sitting, each with their legs crossed, looking at those disciples who were busy paying their spirit stones for registration with contempt on their faces.

On the stage, Qin Li was wearing a long white gown, with a faint smile on his face, looking very satisfied at the disciples who were eager to give him spirit stones.

He is eight feet tall, with a face like a crown jade, and his whole body is covered by a layer of silver holy light, like a real fairy descending from the earth, he looks incomparably otherworldly, rich and handsome.

Among the many disciples present, none of them could see how high his cultivation base is now.

Many disciples who rushed over were attracted by the figure on the stage.

"I finally know why the saint chose him." A woman stared at the stage obsessively, muttering to herself.

"It's really handsome. With this good looks, not to mention the quasi-holy son, even if he can be canonized as the holy son, I would agree with it!" Another woman exclaimed.

"Hey, you two junior sisters, your eyes are too narrow, our holy sons and quasi-sage sons of the Taixuan Holy Land, don't they talk about their appearance!" A male disciple reminded dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, what's the use of good looks? Apart from playing tricks and pleasing women with divine light, what other skills do you have? This level of cultivation, I don't think it's even in the early stages of the transformation of the gods, right?"

"What's the matter with your good looks? Isn't it a world of looks now? If you have the ability, you also look as handsome as the son of Qin Lizhun!" Immediately, a strong female disciple who looked like a man put her hands on her hips , retorted.

She is a physical cultivator who proves the Tao with strength. She is a well-known elder sister among ordinary disciples in the inner sect of Taixuan Holy Land, and no one dares to provoke her.

When several male disciples saw this female cultivator, although they felt unwilling, they immediately shut up and did not dare to speak any more.

However, this didn't affect their thoughts, all of them were looking forward to seeing Qin Li's handsome face, and then being beaten to the ground by other senior brothers.

snort!Then, let's see how he will act handsome and pretend to be cool?

Of course, there is no need for those core disciples to participate in a challenge of this level.

Just learn the fighting skills and enjoy your mouth.

Soon, the first batch of registrations is drawing to a close.

A total of fifty disciples signed up.

On the stage, at this moment, the first challenger appeared.

"Wow, I didn't expect that the first one would be Senior Brother Zhan. He ranks No. 20 among the core disciples!"

"Senior Brother Zhan is now at the third level of the God Transformation Realm, how can that little boy be able to beat him?"

"Oh! I don't think so, it must be our son of Qin Lizhun who won!"

Just when everyone was talking.

The core disciple of the inner sect named Senior Brother Zhan said, "I'm Zhan Ping, and I'm going to ask Qin Lizhun's son for advice!"

Qin Li glanced at the other party, and said lightly: "Your enthusiasm for gifting the spirit stone, the quasi-sage has already felt it. Now, you can go down."

There was a burst of laughter immediately under the stage.

"Haha, I laughed so hard, he thought he was standing at the reception desk!"

"Haha, can a person like this be the quasi-holy son of our Taixuan Holy Land?"

The dozen or so true disciples in the audience also had mocking smiles on their faces, looking at Qin Li contemptuously like a clown.

Only Tang Shaogong looked serious.

Zhan Ping naturally also heard the ridicule of the monks below, and he couldn't help laughing.

This little boy, has he figured it out? Now he is in the challenge competition. It seems that he needs to be taught a lesson.

He looked apologetically at Yang Wuyao on the stage.

I thought silently in my heart: Forget it, just give the saint a little face, and don't slap the handsome face of this little boy.