As Ding Huan stepped off the stage, everyone stood still in amazement.
That's Zuo Liang, Zuo Liang.
The first Xuanxian of the Nine Qian Immortal Realm and First Sect in the Big Immortal Realm, also the first existence among the Ten Great Xuanxians in Big Immortal Domain, yet he lost. Not only did he lose, but also sustained severe injuries.
If it were said that he lost after a great battle with Ding Huan, although people would be surprised, it wouldn't be so shocking.
After all, everyone had seen Ding Huan's previous performance, he was not just an ordinary person.
But Zuo Liang's fight with Ding Huan on the stage had quickly resulted in a winner within a short time.
In other words, even if Zuo Liang were facing a level-one great immortal, he couldn't have lost so quickly.
"Old Sixth..." When Ding Huan passed by, Mo Qingqing, who was lying on the ground, called out to him.
She knew from the moment Zuo Liang rushed onto the stage that he was destined to lose. Compared to the old six before her, Zuo Liang was far behind.
Everyone thought that Zuo Liang was the number one Xuanxian, but only she knew that she could defeat Zuo Liang in less than a stick of incense time.
She had always believed deep down in her heart that she was the true number one Xuanxian, but she completely disregarded the empty name of being number one.
Today she saw it, who was the first Xuanxian, this old six of the Big Fancy Immortal Realm.
Indeed, Master was right; there are always people beyond people and mountains beyond mountains.
The kind of Domain Suppression from the old six was so overwhelming that she felt as if she was suffocating and desperate. This feeling was something that she had never experienced even when facing a level-two great immortal.
"Oh, Miss Mo, what is it that you want to talk to me about?" Ding Huan stopped and asked with a smile on his face.
As if he wasn't the one who had just broken Mo Qingqing's legs.
Moreover, he could even see the worry in his eyes about Mo Qingqing's broken legs.
"Can you return my treasure to me?" Mo Qingqing couldn't sit up, but she begged, "Please!"
Although the Da Di Ding is better, a replacement can be found, but the Six Paths Reincarnation Knife cannot be lost.
"Your treasure? How could your treasure be on my body?" Ding Huan asked in confusion.
Mo Qingqing's teeth were clenched to the point of pain, but she still could only speak in a faint voice:
"That's right, I heard that Senior Brother Zuo Liang has several good flying swords and a treasure pagoda. I want to buy them."
Ding Huan appeared enlightened: "Well, you should have said that earlier! Who doesn't do some business to make ends meet? But I only take celestial spiritual veins, I won't accept anything of a lower grade."
Having said that, Ding Huan looked back at the third stage again. There was another battle going on there, and he was off to collect points.
"Senior Brother Zuo Liang, I plan to raise celestial spiritual veins. However, I cannot move right now." Mo Qingqing could only continue to beg.
Ding Huan paused and said after some consideration, "This is indeed the case."
Having said that, he flicked his finger, and two streams of ethereal energy directly entered Mo Qingqing's legs.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Knife is definitely a good thing. If Mo Qingqing cannot produce a better item, then don't blame him for taking this treasure.
If Mo Qingqing could produce something to exchange, he wouldn't mind trading it with her.
After Ding Huan's two streams of ethereal energy entered Mo Qingqing's legs, Mo Qingqing felt her knees begin to recover. The bones that had been unable to heal were gradually mending.
Mo Qingqing was shocked to the core. The control of these laws of the Dao is even more powerful than my teacher?
"You'll be fine in a day, remember I like the best celestial spiritual veins." Ding Huan said this and quickly rushed to the third stage.
He was well aware that it was highly unlikely to get the top-grade celestial spiritual veins, but by saying he wanted the best, the other party might offer something like the superior grade instead.
If he said superior grade celestial spiritual veins, the other party might only offer middle-grade ones.
Ding Huan reached the third stage when the battle there had just ended.
Ding Huan didn't wait for the winner to step off the stage. "The old six from the Big Fancy Immortal Realm, I come to challenge you."
The Starry Gate Sect disciple saw that it was Ding Huan, his face looked bitter as if he was eating bitter melon.
He had just barely obtained ten points, but now they were gone.
"The old six senior brother, I surrender." The disciple didn't even fight back with Ding Huan and quickly descended the stage.
"3211 wins."
The sound of the competition results echoed from the stage.
Ding Huan heard the sound, but he didn't feel much joy. He knew that this battle might be ruined by him.
Fortunately, at this moment, there was still someone who had not realized this and went up to prepare for a challenge.
Ding Huan wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. He quickly climbed up onto the stage.
After a few rounds, no one dared to step onto the stage anymore.
Next, the cultivators below the ten stages were just looking at each other.
None of them were willing to challenge on the stage.
Ding Huan rubbed his hair in frustration, he could go on stage, but he couldn't let people challenge him proactively.
He sighed, before he warned the Ruyue Sect's Zhi Wangjian. He shouldn't have warned him. Couldn't that guy have gone on stage and earned some points?
Now everything is completely ruined.
He looked down and checked his number plate, which displayed a score of one hundred and ninety.
He scored ninety points in the knockout round and one hundred points in the stage battles.
Ding Huan was rather speechless; the stage battles were supposed to be a good way to rack up points, but he had only managed to get one hundred.
Ah, it's a strategic mistake. If I had known, I should have helped Yan Sha later and let him keep acting for a while longer.
He helped Yan Sha avenge the killing of Han Qiong Sang, which made everyone know he was the real old six, leading to him now having no points to earn.
The battle stage scene was absurd; Ding Huan was alone, walking back and forth between the first to tenth stages.
One hundred and more cultivators who entered the stage battles, but no one dared to step onto the stage to compete.
Almost everyone's attention moved as Ding Huan walked around.
Ding Huan helplessly looked at the hundred or so cultivators selected for the stage battles and said, "You guys go up to the stage. How can you score for your sect if you don't?"
No one responded to Ding Huan's words. "Go up? Haha, go up to be roasted by you, the old sixth?"
They are not even ready to go up. Qin Linxing of the Eight Star Sect, what right do they have to go up?
"The old six senior brother, you have already earned enough points. How about you take a rest first, and let's have a spar for a while?" A disciple from the Starry Gate Sect carefully asked Ding Huan.
He was also getting anxious.
Their sect mainly earns points through sparring, and now no one is willing to go up, how can they earn any points?
Ding Huan smirked inwardly, letting him rest?
Dream on.
As soon as he left, there would be a lively scene here. Then those major sects would happily add points.
Although now the chance for Big Fancy Immortal Realm to secure the first place was becoming slimmer, there was still hope. If he left, there would be no chance at all.
"All right, you go up, I'll rest here for a while." Ding Huan said with a faint smile.
The Starry Gate Sect disciple was overjoyed and flew onto the sixth stage.
Before he could say anything, Ding Huan had already landed on the other side of him.
"Brother, I challenge you." Ding Huan still had a smile on his face.
"The old six senior brother, you said to rest for a while. Why are you still challenging me?" The Starry Gate Sect disciple was stunned. Damn, he thought they had agreed to let him rest first.
Ding Huan nodded seriously: "I'm all rested now."
"I surrender." The Starry Gate Sect disciple was at his wits' end. This old six...
"3211 wins."
Ding Huan had earned another ten points.
This time, no one was willing to go up to the stage anymore.
Meng Mu, the old patriarch of Big Fancy Immortal Realm, had long lost the initial excitement and enthusiasm. Although the celestial court had stipulated that there should be no mutual infringement between different sects in the divine domain.
Ding Huan's enmity with so many Starry Gate Sect disciples this time, how can Big Fancy Immortal Realm survive?
The killing of Han Qiong Sang could still be said to be revenge for Yan Sha, an excuse that was somewhat plausible.
Later, he severely injured the top-level sect of the first rank, the Jiugong Sect. This matter cannot be small.
Both belong to the Starry Gate Sect, but Jiugong Sect is far from comparable to Ling Yao Immortal Pavilion.
Ding Huan can just leave after the competition, but they are doomed.
At this time, he even began to doubt whether bringing Ding Huan to help Big Fancy Immortal Realm in the competition was right or wrong.
Now the situation had reached an uncontrollable point. As the patriarch, he could do nothing, and could only wait for the sect master to return.
In the entire sparring area, Ding Huan was watching the stage, and everyone else was watching Ding Huan.
Until a day had passed, the stage battles in the sparring competition ended.
All the disciples who participated in the stage battles were leaving with a sense of helplessness.
Some of them were not new to the combat portion of the sect's ranking competition, but this was the first time they had experienced such a situation where, instead of competing, they could only sit by and watch the stage for a whole day.
Ding Huan was also helpless, as he had successfully restricted the scoring of other sects.
At the same time, he also successfully limited his own score.
Since no one was willing to play with him, he couldn't just start fighting people on the stage, could he?
A well-organized combat competition was stopped by Ding Huan.
The sparring competition ended and a huge ranking array screen appeared on the sparring stage. The first rank was clearly Ding Huan with two hundred points.
The second place was taken by Yue Linxin of the Ruyue Sect, who scored one hundred and ten points.
Then the rest were mostly ninety points, with a few eighty-fifty ones.
As Ding Huan walked out of the sparring area, he knew that he had failed in the sparring competition.
If the goal was only to obtain celestial spiritual veins, this ranking was fine. The problem was that his points wouldn't do much to help the sect's overall ranking.
The second round of the formation competition had not yet begun, and Ding Huan could only wait here.
At this moment, Ding Huan had already been listed as the first observation target by all the major sects. Wherever he went, a cluster of divine awarenessswept back and forth over him.
Ding Huan decided that he had to score in the formation competition. If he couldn't score here, he would have no chance with the Soulnest Amulet.
Sitting in the formation competition stage, Ding Huan simply cast a concealment spell on himself and began to refine various formations within the spell.
Han Qiong Sang's ring had given him great assistance. He had obtained a large amount of refining materials for forming spells from the ring, saving him the trouble of buying them in Ban Ding Immortal City.
After another three days, Ding Huan's formation competition number plate finally transmitted a message: the first round of the formation competition was over, and the second round was about to begin.
Ding Huan removed the concealment spell, and his number plate was 122. He should be able to participate in the first round of the second stage of the competition.
As expected, after this prompt ended, he received a message to go up and compete.
