Lei Qian, who was next to Lin Qian, was dumbfounded as he watched all of this.
Who was the one getting carried away!
"Senior Brother Liu, what should we do now?"
"Why don't we admit defeat for the time being? They have the advantage in numbers."
Behind Liu Ming, the inner disciples who followed him all came over and suggested.
The heavy armored spearmen that surrounded the entire stage thirty-six, and the two teams of heavy armored soldiers behind Lin Qian, gave them too much pressure from the presences they exuded.
"Don't panic, everyone. I've seen this kind of trick many times." At this moment, Lei Kuo, who was standing far away, suddenly said loudly.
After Lei Kuo spoke, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Lin Qian also crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at him mockingly.
He wanted to see what Lei Kuo could say.
"Why are they wearing such heavy armor? It's because these soldiers are actually outer disciples."
"Heavy armor is just a soul tool that imitates the aura of a Rank Nine Nirvana Realm martial artist!"
Lei Kuo's words made everyone at the scene come to a sudden realization, and they whispered to each other.
"Think about it, there are only about six thousand Nirvana Realm inner disciples in our Myriad Sect, and only about three hundred Rank Nine Nirvana Realm martial artists."
"What ability does Lin Qian have to make three thousand Rank Nine Nirvana Realm martial artists call him His Majesty? Why did these three thousand people suddenly appear in the Myriad Sect! "
Lei Kuo's words made Lei Qian skeptical. He tilted his head and looked at Lin Qian.
After all, even the strongest sect in the Linhai Prefecture, the Victorious Heavens Sect, would have to gather all the martial artists in the cities under their jurisdiction in order to reach three thousand Rank Nine Nirvana Realm martial artists.
"I have to say, Lin Qian's trick is really good. If Lei Kuo didn't see it, I guess Liu Ming and the others would have admitted defeat."
"That's indeed the case. The disciples behind Liu Ming are already filled with fear and have the intention to retreat."
"But this Lin Qian is really interesting. He actually made those outer disciples call him His Majesty."
"He probably wants to be an emperor because he's being called a Young Emperor. Hahaha."
The discussions of the surrounding disciples caused Bai Ren and the rest below the stage to shake their heads inwardly.
An outer sect disciple in disguise?
The heavy armor was just a soul armament, so how could it imitate the aura of a soul armament?
Impossible!
In Ba Shan City, it was these heavily armored soldiers who had descended from the heavens to kill the disciples of the Tyrant Blade School and save everyone.
Especially the general with the black dragon silver armor, his strength was terrifying.
Although Bai Ren and the others did not know why the strength of these soldiers had been raised to the Ninth Rank of the Nirvana Realm, they did not know why these soldiers were now at the Ninth Rank of the Nirvana Realm.
However, they were certain that these soldiers were definitely not outer court disciples in disguise.
"What do you think, Lin Qian? You have nothing to say now?" At this time, Lei Kuo pointed at Lin Qian provocatively and sneered, "Dishonest way, I want to see how long you can last."
"Sure, you think my soldiers are fake? It doesn't matter, when the written test starts at noon, you will know. "Lin Qian looked indifferent.
"Still trying to be mysterious, Lin Qian, I advise you to give up early, obediently give the place to Senior Brother Liu Ming, and go back to accompany your master who doesn't have much time left."
"If you are beaten half to death by us when the test starts, and you go back to find that your master is already dead, wouldn't that be even more tragic? Hahaha!"
Lei Kuo's words made Lin Qian's face turn cold again.
His master, Wei Wushuang, had just returned to Linhai Province, and coincided with the battle between the Wanxiang Sect and the Victorious Heaven Sect.
At that time, the Wanxiang Sect was in a precarious situation.
If it weren't for Wei Wushuang's strong return and turning the tide, the Wanxiang Sect would have been long gone. Would Lei Kuo still have the right to speak?
Now, Lei Kuo saw that his master, Wei Wushuang, was poisoned to the bone and did not have much time left to live, so he unscrupulously humiliated him.
Fortunately, during the time Lin Qian was away from the Wanxiang Sect, the Hua Xia Empire was restored and Wei Wushuang was rescued.
Even so, Lin Qian could not tolerate the other party making fun of this!
Gradually, as noon approached, the number of disciples gathered at the thirty-sixth dueling ring increased.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a black cloak with a white swastika on his back walked up to competition stage number 36.
The middle-aged man was only at the ninth level of the Nirvana Realm, and he was a deacon elder.
All the disciples of the Wanxiang Sect had limited talent and could not break through from the Nirvana Realm to the Void Piercing Realm, so they had two choices.
One was to stay in the sect and help with the sect's affairs, and they were called deacon elders.
The other was to leave the Wanxiang Sect and work in a city or hometown.
Obviously, this deacon elder was the former.
He was here to witness the competition between Liu Ming and Lin Qian regarding the quota for the ancient ruins.
After witnessing the result, he would report to Qin Wushuang, who was personally in charge of the ancient ruins.
When he arrived at competition stage number 36, he saw the large number of well-equipped soldiers, and his face revealed a puzzled expression.
After the deacon elder arrived, Lei Kuo laughed again, "The competition is about to start, Lin Qian, now is your last chance to regret."
"Boss!" Lei Qian turned around and looked at Lin Qian.
Obviously, he believed Lei Kuo's words.
After all, there were three thousand Nirvana Realm spirit martial artists. How could Lin Qian get so many people?
However, Lin Qian still did not say a word. He only looked at Lei Kuo coldly and waited for the competition to start.
Gradually, the onlookers felt that something was wrong.
If what Lei Kuo said was true, the heavily armored soldiers on the competition stage were all outer disciples, and they were actually wearing soul tools that emitted auras.
The competition was about to start, and Lin Qian should be very nervous.
However, Lin Qian's expression was normal, and there was not a single drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
"Could these soldiers that Lin Qian got be real?" Liu Ming looked at the sky and suddenly said worriedly.
Lei Kuo sneered and said, "Is that possible? Three thousand Nirvana Realm spirit martial artists. No matter how capable Lin Qian is, where can he get them? "
"He is just pretending to be calm, waiting for us to give up when we can't hold on anymore. If he doesn't believe me, do you think he will agree when the deacon elder asks us to confirm the competition? "
Liu Ming felt that Lei Kuo's words made sense.
Then, the deacon elder in the center of the competition stage looked at Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, "Liu Ming, are you ready to participate in this competition?"
"Yes!" Liu Ming replied loudly and looked at the opposite side.
Lei Kuo's mouth curved, and he stared at Lin Qian and said to Liu Ming, "Wait and see, that kid will definitely be scared at this moment. Three thousand Nirvana Realm martial artists? Who are you kidding! "
"Lin Qian, are you prepared to confirm you will participate in this competition?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lin Qian sneered and stared at Lei Kuo, who was looking at him provocatively, "Yes!"
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