"Next Zhang Qian, the blood knife door friar, wants to compete with the Taoist friends of Guigu." Zhang Qian nodded slightly and took out the token given by Jiang Yunhai.
Hearing the words "Blood Knife Sect", the middle-aged friar frowned. Because two blood knife sect friars had climbed the challenge arena before, and they had won completely, Taiyue Valley lost three drops of blood crystal milk.
Now the blood knife door friar is on the stage again. He seems not satisfied and wants to win more blood crystal milk.
In this way, it is necessary for him to inform the Valley Elder.
However, as long as the founder could take part in the competition, he could not refuse, so he immediately put his pen on the account book and recorded the information.
"I have recorded the identity information of Taoist friend. Later, when the fight is over, it will be Taoist friend Zhang's turn." The middle-aged monk put down his pen and reminded him.
Zhang Qian did not speak, nodded and waited outside the challenge arena. The friars around looked at Zhang Qian with strange eyes.
"Tut tut... The Blood Knife Sect has won three games in a row before, so I don't know if this person has any powerful skills." Someone in the crowd whispered.
"I saw a play. The blood spirit sabre of the Blood Sabre Sect is very powerful. The friars of Taiyue Valley were defeated by each other's blood spirit sabre." Another friar said.
"The bloody spirit sabre fight?"
Zhang Qian heard the other person's voice even though it was low. He was moved. Although the Xuanyin Sword Scripture he was cultivating was a top level skill, its power was natural, but there was no record of the Royal Sword Sect in the Sword Scripture. Since the Blood Blade Sect was mainly cultivating flying knives, it must be unique.
In the future, if he can refine the Xuanyin Immortal Chopping Sabre, his power will be greatly reduced without the Royal Sabre Method.
While Zhang Qian was thinking to himself, the middle-aged monk raised his hand to call a disciple, whispered a few words and let him leave.
"Another disciple of the Blood Sabre Sect? Jinyang, go to meet the friar for a while!" On the stand, a fat old man listened to the disciple's report and his face sank. He glanced aside and saw a young friar in a royal robe.
"Yes." The brocade robed man bowed to accept the order, and then smiled: "The Blood Knife Sect won three games in a row, and got three drops of blood crystal milk. Do you want it back, Master?"
"The Blood Knife Sect clearly comes to find fault. I want to let him know that not all the disciples of this valley are mediocre. This time, you will not only take back the three drops of blood crystal milk you lost, but also give back the face of this valley." The fat old man narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"I understand." The brocade robed man smiled and nodded.
……
On the challenge arena!
Bang! With a muffled sound, a tall monk was knocked to the ground. He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His face became pale as paper.
Opposite was a monk with long hair. He looked down and smiled, "Do you want to continue?"
"I give up!" The tall friar only felt that his chest was full of blood, and he had no strength to do anything, so he had to bite his teeth and answer.
"In this contest, Taiyue Valley wins!"
A bearded old man on the nearby stone platform smiled and nodded, and immediately announced the results.
The tall friar sighed and hobbled down the challenge arena with his injured body.
"What about Taoist friends' things?" He was stopped by the middle-aged monk who was guarding at the bottom of the challenge arena as soon as he stepped down from the challenge arena.
"This is a piece of purple cloud steel. Can I go now?" The tall friar took out a piece of ore from the storage bag and threw it on the table with a very sore expression.
"Although it's not good, it's not bad. Please, Taoist friend!" The middle-aged friar smiled and collected the ore.
The tall friar gave a snort and squeezed into the crowd.
"Zhang Daoyou, it's your turn!" At this time, the middle-aged monk looked at Zhang Qian.
"Let me ask you, can casual practice also compete on the stage?" Zhang Qian glanced at the tall monk.
"Of course. As long as you can bring out the corresponding things, you can challenge our friars on the stage." The middle-aged friar replied with a smile.
"I see."
Only then did Zhang Qian know that he was trapped by Jiang Yunhai. What only sect friars can participate in the contest is nonsense.
However, the other party did this, presumably to recruit himself. Anyway, he was also interested in the Royal Sabre Sect of the Blood Sabre Sect. Since the other party did this, he should not know about it.
Zhang Qian smiled faintly, and the blood mist all over his body flew slowly down on the challenge arena.
"Taoist friends want to challenge?" The long haired monk looked at Zhang Qian with a look of contempt.
He had just won a game, and it was inevitable that he was a little overjoyed.
"Exactly." Zhang Gan nodded as the blood fog subsided.
When the long haired friar fought with the tall friar just now, Zhang Qian saw it clearly. Although he was not weak, he could not get into his eyes.
The friar with long hair smiled and didn't ask Zhang Qian's name, so he had to do it directly.
All of a sudden, a Dun Guang flew to the challenge arena and fell beside the long haired friar, showing a young man in a royal robe.
"Brother Huo? Why are you here?" The long haired friar frowned.
Huo Jinyang smiled, then looked at Zhang Qian and said, "Younger Martial Brother Qiu, the Elder has an order. Let Wei brother compete with this Taoist friend."
"Why?" The long haired friar was stunned. He didn't understand that he had just won a big victory. Why did he suddenly let himself step down?
"Does Huo Jinyang want to steal my limelight?"
"This is the order of the elder. Of course, younger martial brother Qiu can refuse to listen." Huo Jinyang shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more.
"All right." Of course, he didn't dare to disobey the order of the elder, but it was a pity.
If the friars of Taiyue Valley can win, they will also be rewarded by the sect, which is very generous. If they win three games in a row, they can get a magic elixir.
This is also the reason why he wants to continue fighting.
However, since the elder has an order, he has no way to disobey, and can only wait until later to compete on the stage.
The man with long hair was a little depressed. He hurried to escape and flew off the challenge arena.
"I'm Huo Jinyang. I dare to ask you your name." Huo Jinyang glanced at the long haired friar, didn't care, and gave Zhang Qian a fist.
"Blood knife door Zhang Qian." Zhang Qian returned a salute.
"If Huo remembers correctly, your team has won three games in a row, why do you continue to participate in the competition?" Huo Jinyang stared at Zhang Qian with eyes burning, and his voice was not cold.
"I need blood crystal milk!" Zhang Qian was very direct.
"You are so cheerful. How about we gamble more?" Huo Jinyang said with a half smile.
"Oh? What a great way?" Zhang Qian also came to be interested.
"Apart from the few drops of blood crystal milk lost, there are still 40 drops of blood crystal milk left in the valley, so we can just take out all of them at one time and just gamble on this one game. However, correspondingly, if Tao You loses, your family also needs to take out treasures of the same value." Huo Jinyang squinted and said.
"Taoist friend, this proposal coincides with me. How about forty magic pills?" Zhang Qian's eyes flashed a light and agreed without hesitation.
"Taoist friends are really happy." Huo Jinyang laughs.
One magic elixir is quite rare. Forty pills can even be piled up into several magic elixirs.
Once Huo Jinyang wins the competition, Taiyue Valley can at least give him a few pills, so that he will be an iron nail in the nail when he is advanced to the stage of healing.