Silence Valkyrie

Chapter 162 Another Battle

Just as Zhang Shan was heading towards Lihen Peak, the Lingyan Island Square outside the arena saw a different scene.

As tens of thousands of disciples from various sects entered the arena, the square became empty.

Next to the high teleportation platform in the middle of the square, a huge screen wall with a height of three feet and a width of six feet is now erected. The screen wall is divided into two parts. The left side shows the current picture of Lihen Peak, and the right side shows the ranking data of the competition.

The screen only shows the real-time image of the Lihen Peak from the foot of the mountain to the Lihen Tower on the top of the mountain. As for the surrounding forest, it will not be displayed.

In front of the big screen wall, the high-level leaders of each faction formed a circle, chatting while paying attention to and waiting for the results of the first round of competition.

In order to kill time, some people took out the tea set with them and cooked tea leisurely.

Yan Suifeng, the head of the Cyanwood Peak, and the elder Nan Ruoli, and the head elders of the other peaks of the Wentian Sect, sat in the middle area.

At this time, the atmosphere among the top leaders of the various peaks is very harmonious, and there is no sign of the usual struggle with each other.

Wen Tianzong's peak struggles actually have traditions and restrictions.

The founder of the Zongmen believes that running water does not rot, and a sect with a pool of stagnant water has no vitality. Therefore, the pattern of Wentianzong's five peaks and five veins was established to encourage internal competition to a certain extent.

However, rules have also been established, the most important of which is that no matter how they compete internally, the five peaks of the Zongmen must work together when facing the outside world.

This is the ancestral precept and iron law of the sect, and there is no room for violation.

Therefore, despite constant internal struggles, Wen Tianzong can still stand among the first-class sects in the mainland.

Looking at the rankings on the screen wall, Nan Ruoli let out a sigh of relief.

"Why, don't you have great confidence in Zhang Shan? Why aren't you calm now?"

Yan Suifeng looked at his junior sister and said jokingly.

Nan Ruoli said a little annoyed: "I don't know what the hell this kid is doing. It's been a whole day yesterday. Not to mention the disciples of other sects have been making great progress, even the fellow sects of this sect have good grades. Only this kid has only 1 point. Basic points."

"Didn't your points go up last night? Why can't you hold your breath as a master? You are not the little girl you used to be."

Yan Suifeng comforted her softly and said: "Speaking of this disciple Zhang Shan, it is really surprising that he entered the realm so quickly, even better than you were back then."

"What, he is at most similar to me before, so is he better than me?"

Nan Ruoli snorted softly at his senior brother and said, looking very unconvinced.

"Isn't it the wish of all teachers that one's own disciple grows out of blue? Why are you still afraid that your apprentice will surpass you? I really don't know what to say about you."

Yan Suifeng glanced at her, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Unlike Yan Suifeng who is over 300 years old, Nan Ruoli is only in his thirties this year.

When she joined Wentian Sect 20 years ago, she was exceptionally accepted as a closed disciple by Yan Suifeng's master who was also the head of Cyanwood Peak at that time. Although the two of them had a huge age difference, they were disciples of the same master.

However, a year after Nan Ruoli started, the two masters fell in a battle with Xuanming Palace.

Afterwards, Nan Ruoli was taught by senior brother Yan Suifeng in terms of practice.

Therefore, although they are called brothers and sisters, they are really suitable as masters and apprentices.

And Yan Suifeng also loves her junior sister very much, just like a master treats his apprentice, and a father treats his daughter.

Therefore, even though Nan Ruoli is the youngest elder in Cyanwood Peak, in front of senior brother Yan Suifeng, he would often lose his childish temper.

"What I have is that this kid always gets me into trouble and doesn't make people feel at ease. It would be great if he had some composure like Senior Nephew An Lixing." Nan Ruoli said with a bit of a headache.

Talking about his other disciple An Lixing, Yan Suifeng sighed and said: "This kid Lixing treats people generously and has a calm personality, which is naturally good, but he is too rigid and doesn't know how to be flexible."

"If you don't know how to be flexible, you don't know how to be flexible. It's better than being like Qiu Feixing. After the old man Fei Quxian came out of the customs, he was so angry that he didn't show up for this time. .”

Nan Ruoli laughed as he spoke, looking a little gloating.

"Say a few words for me, Elder Zheng has heard it all. This is a discussion of martial arts by various factions, so don't make him unhappy in front of outsiders." Yan Suifeng said with a glare at her.

"Understood, brother!"

Nan Ruoli cast a glance at Elder Zheng in Chiyang Peak, and sure enough, he saw that he was not hesitant.

"Hey, Zhang Shan is starting to work hard now, and his points have been rising." Yan Suifeng glanced at the scoreboard and said.

Nan Ruoli found Zhang Shan's name, and sure enough, he saw that this kid broke through the [-] mark and entered the top [-] of the ranking list.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and Zhang Shan's figure appeared in the screen on the left side of the screen wall.

He had obviously just arrived at the foot of the mountain and walked up the only mountain path leading to the top of the mountain. Not far from the entrance of the mountain path, a young man was staring at him coldly.

"Is it Chen Zhilong from Jingshen Palace? The apprentice of that old miscellaneous hair."

Seeing that young man, Nan Ruoli frowned.

At this time, a man with a goat beard diagonally opposite looked at her, and then a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This Zhang Shan is your new disciple, right? It's a godsend, you will meet my disciple as soon as you arrive at the foot of the mountain."

Nan Ruoli snorted, turned her head and ignored him.

"After knowing that you have accepted a new disciple, and that you are going to participate in martial arts debates of various sects, I am so happy. I am not afraid to tell you. I specially found the video of your disciple and showed it to my apprentice, and told him that when he saw There is no need to keep this person behind."

Goatee said with a sneer, it seems that he and Nan Ruoli should have a lot of trouble.

"Fu Congzhi, you villain, you come at me if you have the guts, what do you mean by attacking my disciple!" Nan Ruoli said angrily.

It has been a long time since she formed a relationship with this person, and she didn't think that he would fail to deal with her, so she set his mind on her disciple.

As far as she knew, Chen Zhilong was vicious, and many opponents at the same level fell under his hands.

Moreover, it has been a long time since he entered the eighth level of true martial arts, and now it is hard to say whether he will have advanced to the ninth level of true martial arts.

Zhang Shan's combat strength is strong, but if he faces Chen Zhilong, his winning rate may not be high.

What is even more worrying is that if Chen Zhilong really advances to the Ninth Layer of Zhenwu, and if he uses any means to kill people, Zhang Shan may be in danger.

Seeing Nan Ruoli's reaction, Fu Congzhi showed a cruel smile on his face, and the look in his eyes was even more vicious.

"Xiao Li, don't pay attention to such villains, I believe Zhang Shan will be fine."

Yan Suifeng took a cold look at Fu Congzhi, then turned around to comfort his junior sister.

Nan Ruoli nodded reluctantly, but there was deep worry in his eyes.

As for Zhang Shan, naturally he didn't know what happened in the square outside.

He was currently looking at the young warrior who was standing on the mountain road ten feet away, and looked at him coldly. Then, with a smile, he carried the Zangfeng and began to walk forward step by step.

(End of this chapter)