Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth. It was obvious that the Fallen Sword Formation was making it very difficult for him to hold on.
Now, Yun Zhonghe could also stand up with great difficulty.
However, when he looked at the female artist's condition, he understood that he had no chance of defeating her.
He finally lowered his head. The arrogance on his face was no longer there.
"Yun Zhonghe lost!"
"Isn't he the head disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, An?"
The people at the maze wall cried out in surprise.
People standing far away could not see Nan Lingsha's figure at all.
Therefore, many people did not know how a powerful swordmaster like Yun Zhonghe lost.
On the city tower, Wu Feng of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
The Distant Mountain Sword Sect had only sent Yun Zhonghe to participate in the tournament this time. Now that Yun Zhonghe had been eliminated, the Distant Mountain Sword Sect had suffered a great loss!
…
Soon, Yun Zhonghe left Mechanism City.
He walked along the maze wall toward the city tower.
There were many people around him who were pointing at him. There should be many cultivators among them.
However, Yun Zhonghe's mind was still filled with the scenes of the previous battle.
He wanted to know what his chances of winning would be if he had not been careless.
"Martial Uncle Wu Feng, I've brought shame to the Distant Mountain Sword Sect," Yun Zhonghe said in shame when he reached the city tower and saw Wu Feng.
"It's fine." Wu Feng patted Yun Zhonghe's shoulder and continued, "Everyone in the Imperial Capital knows that Zhu Minglang is the true face of our Distant Mountain Sword Sect."
Yun Zhonghe did not know whether to laugh or cry.
In the past, Yun Zhonghe only wanted to defeat Zhu Minglang once.
Now, his goal had changed. He wanted to defeat the woman by his side.
"I'll reflect on my mistakes," Yun Zhonghe said in a low voice.
"Forget about it. This kind of thing will not benefit our Distant Mountain Sword Sect. You'll be punished to escort national items to some small countries. Train yourself well and see the wider world," Wu Feng said.
"Yes!" Yun Zhonghe said. He could not help but look toward Mechanism City.
Inside Mechanism City, Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha, and Qin Yang were walking toward an even larger stone mound.
As if they had obtained enough treasures, they lit up their bamboo beacons.
The beacon smoke was purple, which meant that they had purple grade treasures in their hands.
The Imperial Capital hoped that this time's competition would be more entertaining to watch.
The brocade boxes that they arranged in Mechanical City were marked with colors.
The Fire Beacon Bamboo Tubes that were given to every disciple who entered the city were also differentiated by color.
From white to blue, then from blue to purple, and finally from purple to red, there were a total of five grades.
The color of the item in the brocade box had to be reported to the air patrolling referee using a bamboo tube of the corresponding color.
Moreover, the judge would only take away the treasures in the brocade box of the corresponding color, and would not take away all the treasures in the brocade box.
The purpose of this was simple.
It was to increase the number of fights between the disciples.
This was especially true for good items. If one wanted to recognize an owner in advance, they would have to light up the Fire Beacon Bamboo Tube with an even darker color. At the same time, it would also inform all the surrounding disciples that there was a high-grade brocade box here!
"Purple? Purplish red?" Yun Zhonghe asked in surprise.
On Zhu Minglang's side, the highest-grade purplish red beacon smoke was quickly lit up again!
For example, the mine title deed that Yun Zhonghe had just obtained was probably only a third-grade brocade box.
Therefore, the beacon smoke he lit was blue.
On the other hand, Zhu Minglang lit up the fourth-grade purple beacon smoke first, and then the fifth-grade purplish red beacon smoke!
Just how many treasures did this guy have?
How did he obtain so many top-grade brocade boxes in such a short time?
…
The competition had been going on for some time.
Indeed, there were many places in Mechanical City where thin wisps of beacon smoke had appeared.
However, the most eye-catching thing in the city was definitely the purplish and purplish red beacon smoke. Even the people and cultivators on the walls were envious of them.
"Many people are approaching the purplish and purplish red beacon smoke. They all want to fight for the brocade boxes!"
"This is the first time I've seen the purplish red beacon smoke. I believe that many self-confident people won't want to miss out on this treasure."
For a moment, the attention of the people on the walls and city towers fell on the purplish red beacon smoke.
The patrolling referees also saw the purplish red beacon smoke. One of the referees with long brown hair flew over. He spread his arms like a wild goose. Clearly, he was a Divine Mortal.
This referees had arrived at the large stone mound very early. He glanced at the beacon smoke and then at the person who lit it.
"You can hand the purplish and purplish red boxes to me now, but you have to deal with all the threats around you. Only then will they belong to you," said the brown-haired Divine Mortal.
Zhu Minglang smiled and said to the referees with the unique hairstyle, "I don't have the purplish red brocade box."
"If you don't have it, why did you light it?" The brown-haired referees frowned and asked.
"They might have it on them." Zhu Minglang's smile became even brighter.
The brown-haired referees looked around and found that there were already seven or eight groups of people near the stone mound. They clearly wanted the purplish red brocade box in Zhu Minglang's hand.
Soon, the referees understood what the youth in front of them was doing!
He was using the beacon smoke to lure people over!
The purplish red beacon smoke was the highest grade.
Those who dared to fight for it were basically the most outstanding disciples of the various large factions.
Since they had stayed in Mechanical City for so long, they must have gained quite a lot.
Gather them over.
Catch them all in one fell swoop!
Zhu Minglang's land deeds had not reached the purplish red level.
Considering that he had to search for them one by one or chase after other people's beacon smoke, he might as well light the most eye-catching beacon smoke himself and lure everyone nearby over …
"Everyone, I, Zhu Minglang, want all the brocade boxes on you!" Zhu Minglang saw that the greedy disciples were about to make a move and said arrogantly in a loud voice.
All the disciples who arrived at the large stone mound were dumbfounded.
They were the ones who came to rob. Why were they the ones being robbed?
Most importantly, there were only three of them. What right did they have to rob them?
"Bai Qi, Heiya, Qing Zhuo, take care of them!" Zhu Minglang had already summoned his three main pets.
Bingchen Bailong let out a long cry in the air.
Ice curtains fell from the air and trapped the disciples who were still watching into the large stone mound.
Other than that, walls of ink rose from the ground like an ancient dragon. The huge silhouette surrounded the big rock mound!
Some of the disciples who saw that there were no purplish red brocade boxes wanted to leave, but they were immediately trapped in the dragon walls!
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