Chapter 205: Win by your own ability?
When he was listening to his senior brothers gossiping at Dazhu Peak, he heard a lot about aristocratic families infiltrating the sect.

The two types of inheritance, aristocratic family inheritance and sect inheritance, each have their advantages and disadvantages.

For example, the aristocratic families are more persistent and loyal in inheritance, but it is difficult for this model to produce a person like Qingye, who is at a disadvantage in terms of skills. What should he do? Steal from the sect.

As for the inheritance of a sect, thanks to someone who has reached the Shangqing level or a higher level of strength to establish a sect, the skills will be gradually improved by successive generations of heroes and become more and more powerful.

But the risk of infiltration remains high.

[Wen Min will not be able to become the head of Xiaozhu Peak. This is destined, regardless of whether Lu Xueqi is there or not.]

It was not for any other reason, but because she came from a noble family, the Yining Wen family, a prominent family in Yizhou and Ningzhou.

Murong Ji himself also had no chance of becoming the first seat, even though he was a direct disciple.

Thinking of this, he figured out a lot of things. Power, that is a fascinating thing, he had picked it up in his previous life, and after thinking about what kind of journey he had gone through in his heart, he let go and let out a long breath.

Coming back to his senses, he turned around and saw Zhang Xiaofan still staring at Chu Yuhong's name in a daze.

So he said: "You are stronger than that Chu Yuhong, don't be afraid, just use the methods I taught you to fight the enemy, or use the power of magic weapons, you can easily defeat him."

Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale, his mental state was not good, and he was scared. "Can I do it?"

"Sure, we can do it. Didn't you perform very well during our sparring?"

"My fellow disciples, why don't we make a bet to see whether Xiaofan will win or lose this battle? How do you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I bet Xiaofan will lose this battle."

"I'll come too, and bet on Xiaofan to lose."

"I'll bet double."

Murong Ji patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder. Zhang Xiaofan had great potential. He knew very well how strong Zhang Xiaofan was. What he lacked was the experience and means to fight.

"Sixth Brother, I bet on Xiaofan to win. We should have some stakes."

Several brothers looked at each other, and finally the eldest brother said: "How about this, if the little brother loses, you will help us refine a magic weapon, and let them provide the spiritual materials themselves."

"If Junior Brother wins, then..."

"Hey? Big Brother, if Xiaofan wins, we brothers will go and help me collect herbs and follow me down the mountain to practice medicine, how about that?"

"Okay, that's it."

After the agreement was made, Murong Ji suddenly said, "If Xiaofan wins, we will each contribute some spiritual materials, and I will refine a heart-protecting mirror for him, how about that?"

"Ok, deal."

Suddenly, Murong Ji looked up at the elders who came out of Yuqing Palace, and his eyes fell on his master Tian Buyi.

[Master, Big Brother, and Xiaofan, these three have very similar personalities. ]

[Did Wan Jianyi treat his master the same way he treated Xiao Fan? ]

Tian Buyi and his wife walked down the steps and came over here. "The remaining people today are all elites from various factions. You must be careful when facing the enemy and never underestimate them."

"Yes, master."

Master's wife Su Ru looked at Xiao Fan and said softly, "Xiao Fan, don't feel stressed. Pay attention to your own safety. OK?"

Zhang Xiaofan felt warm in his heart: "I understand, Master's Wife."

After the bell rang, Murong Ji looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said, "I will end the competition as soon as possible and go to see your performance. If we find any problems, we will train you specifically."

"Yeah." Although Zhang Xiaofan had experienced a battle, he was still very nervous. After all, he lacked practical experience.

Murong Ji walked towards the stage with the character "Dui" on it. After he got on the stage, he had not seen the woman from Xiaozhu Peak.

Not long after, I saw Wen Min coming over with a group of Xiaozhu Peak disciples, constantly giving instructions from the audience.

He turned to look at Murong Ji on the stage and said, "Junior Brother Murong, this person has some connections with you and is a few years younger than you. You must be careful with him."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the face that was somewhat similar to his mother, and frowned slightly. He didn't expect that she was younger than him.

"Senior Sister Wenmin has given the order, and I, the junior brother, should obey."

Wenmin opened her mouth and wanted to say that it shouldn't be done for my sake, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it, as it was someone else's family affair.

He patted Shi Yanai's hand and said, "Go ahead."

After Shi Yan'ai came on stage, he clasped his fists and said, "Xiaozhu Peak Shi Yan'ai, nice to meet you... uh... meet you, Senior Brother."

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return, "Dazhu Peak Murong Ji, greetings, Junior Sister."

After he finished speaking, he was thinking, "If you are really my aunt, then the hierarchy in our family is really messed up."

"The competition begins!"

Murong Ji took the first step, hoping to defeat her with just one finger, but he didn't expect that the little girl would hastily retreat and eventually pull out her sword.

Murong Ji's attack missed, so he attacked again with his bare hands.

Shi Yan'ai swung her sword, but it was Xiao Zhufeng's sword move. Murong Ji saw that Lu Xueqi had practiced it before, so he avoided the blind spot of her move and attached his true energy to his hands, clamping her magic weapon.

Murong Ji pulled violently, using Tianshan Zhemei's grappling technique to directly snatch her sword away.

"Ting!" He inserted the sword into the ring, and then looked at the presiding elder.

"The winner is Dazhu Peak Murong Ji."

Murong Ji clasped his fists towards Wen Min, tapped his feet lightly, and flew very far away. He was as graceful as a startled swan, and in the blink of an eye, he was already very far away.

When he arrived at the stage with the character "震", Zhang Xiaofan was already in a tough fight.

He did not win by relying on the magic weapon, but he used Chu Yuhong to constantly hone his fighting style and skills.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Murong Ji, and felt relieved. He then gradually began to counterattack after letting go.

Suddenly, Chu Yuhong swung out with a sword, but he used magic. Countless brilliant golden lights rushed down, as if the sun's rays gathered together and killed him all at once.

Standing in the audience, one can feel the heat of the light.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. This move was a bit like holy light. The holy light was coming.

Endless flames engulfed Zhang Xiaofan, and the surrounding Chaoyang Peak disciples were overjoyed. Murong Ji glanced at Zeng Shushu, who was cheering for Zhang Xiaofan, and said calmly, "Xiaofan won."

Zeng Shushu: "Ah? Are you kidding me? This Shaoyang Sword Technique is the unique skill of Chaoyang Peak. If Xiaofan..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Xiaofan emerged from the light, his body charred black and his clothes burnt into tatters.

However, his bronze skin and figure made him look very strong. Although he looked a little disheveled, he was not seriously injured.

Zeng Shushu was dumbfounded. "How, how could it be?!"

Murong Ji murmured, "Xiao Fan has a solid foundation of strength, but lacks experience and means in combat. If the Qi covers the whole body, the effect of ordinary magic will be greatly reduced."

"Moreover, Chu Yuhong's cultivation is not strong enough, and it is not solid enough. As long as Xiaofan keeps on consuming, he will definitely win."

After saying that, Murong Ji yawned. As soon as Zhang Xiaofan came out, the shouting around them disappeared instantly. They all stared at Zhang Xiaofan closely, hoping that he would say something to surrender.

The more Zhang Xiaofan fought, the more comfortable he became, and the more confident he became, just as Murong Ji said.

He took a deep breath, strode forward, and raised the Soul-Devouring Stick in his hand, which turned out to be a stick technique modified from Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

Chu Yuhong couldn't hold the sword in his hand for a moment and almost dropped it.

The next moment, Zhang Xiaofan hit the sword directly on the guard, instantly knocking the sword away, and there was no next step.

He raised the Soul-Devouring Stick and waited for Chu Yuhong's next move.

"I lost." Chu Yuhong walked off the stage dejectedly.

"The winner is Zhang Xiaofan from Dazhu Peak."

It was not until this moment that Zhang Xiaofan completely relaxed. His body went limp and he collapsed on the stage.

Zeng Shushu quickly stepped forward and helped him up, "Xiaofan, are you feeling unwell?"

Murong Ji followed behind, and seeing Zeng Shushu getting in the way, he pushed him aside and felt Zhang Xiaofan's pulse. "Nothing's wrong, just a little weak."

Murong Ji stood up, looked at the crowd that was gradually dispersing around him, and then asked, "How does it feel to be the first to compete with an elite disciple like Chu Yuhong, Xiaofan?"

Zhang Xiaofan murmured, "It's tense and exciting. I need to think of a way to beat him. I have to think of solutions to his moves all the time."

Murong Ji nodded, "Not bad."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't know whether to praise or agree. After a while, he stood up and went back to the disciple courtyard with Murong Ji to change clothes.

Back in the square, Murong Ji and Zhang Xiaofan came behind the people of Dazhu Peak and said, "Master, Master's Wife, I won by luck."

Tian Buyi's originally gloomy face looked better. "Yeah, not bad."

Murong Ji glanced at his sixth senior brother Du Bishu, who whispered, "Except for the senior brother who is competing, Junior Sister Ling'er won a match, and we all lost."

Murong Ji frowned slightly. This result was not that difficult to accept. Six to four was already a good result.

Among the sixteen people, Dazhufeng accounts for one quarter, and it seems like they are about to take off.

After taking a look at Zhang Xiaofan, Murong Ji understood a little, walked forward and said, "Master and Madam, Xiaofan also won."

Su Ru was startled, a little unconvinced: "What did you say?"

Murong Ji said again: "Master's wife, Xiaofan defeated Chu Yuhong."

Tian Buyi's old face was confused at first, then shocked, and finally unbelieving. What did Zhang Xiaofan look like? His progress in cultivation over the past few years was a record-breaking one.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "You won by your own ability?!"

Su Ru was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. This disciple always had good luck. "How did you win?"

Murong Ji said in a low voice: "Master and Madam, Junior Brother really won by his own ability. Chu Yuhong's foundation is not solid enough, but Xiaofan's foundation is very solid. He can be worn out to death."

Hearing this, Tian Buyi was somewhat moved. He knew what Murong Ji was like. He was quite demanding on his own cultivation.

Chu Yuhong's foundation should be very solid, but compared with Murong Ji, it is really not good enough.

Furthermore, Murong Ji said that Zhang Xiaofan had a very solid foundation, so this was not just a simple requirement of strengthening the foundation. To lay such a rock-solid foundation, one also needed perseverance.

(End of this chapter)