After bidding farewell to Jin Zhanzheng at the foot of the mountain, He Yiming and 108 went back to the courtyard without making a sound. Along the way, the hidden sentries were just decorations to them. They were not of any use at all.
After this secret competition, He Yiming suddenly realized that Jin Zhanzheng, who was known as the number one person below the Venerable Ones in the Eastern Dasheng, was not a difficult person to get along with.
This person seemed to be extremely arrogant, but that was just a facade. If one could really gain his recognition and become his friend, one would discover a completely different side of him.
As far as He Yiming was concerned, he would rather compete in martial arts with Jin Zhanjiang than get along with Zhou Datian.
This was a feeling that did not make any sense. Sometimes, when one found someone pleasing to the eye, or displeasing to the eye, it was purely a subconscious feeling.
After returning to the courtyard, Yu Jinglei had been waiting for a long time.
After seeing He Yiming, he roughly asked about what had happened. When he heard that He Yiming and Zhou Datian did not catch up with the other party, he did not bat an eyelid, as if he was not surprised by this.
Moreover, one could tell from his expression that he was not really worried about this.
He Yiming sighed in his heart. It seemed that even Yu Jinglei had guessed that the person who lured them out was a Venerable from the main bloodline of the Heavenly Lake.
Yu Jinglei told him the result of his discussion with Zhang Zhongxun. Not only did Zhang Zhongxun agree to He Yiming's conditions, he even sent him an invitation. When the pharmacist in the Grand Spirit Hall was refining the Face Retaining Elixir, he invited him to observe.
He Yiming knew that this was the other party's sincerity. Asking him to observe from the side was actually to supervise. After all, there were so many precious herbs. Even with the Grand Divine Wind Palace's wealth, it would not be easy to gather all of them.
Once the refining failed, He Yiming would not be able to explain himself. It was better to let him observe from the side. Whether it was successful or not, it would be up to the heavens.
After hearing this invitation, He Yiming was rather moved.
Other than Lu Zhengyi who had just advanced to the Innate Realm, the rest of the Innate Realm experts he had met had experience traveling around the world.
Almost everyone had been to the Eastern Da Shen, the most powerful country on the continent and the most powerful sect, the Grand Divine Wind Palace. For everyone, it was like a magnet with a fatal attraction, attracting outstanding martial arts practitioners.
Yu Jing Lei said sternly, "Elder He, if one's martial arts cultivation is done behind closed doors, then one's future achievements will be limited. In the history of our Hengshan Mountain, all those who had advanced to the Xiantian Realm would travel outside. Ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years had passed in the past. Therefore, I suggest that you should go out and see more. Perhaps there will be different opportunities. This has an irreplaceable effect on the path of martial arts cultivation. "
He Yiming slowly nodded his head. However, when he opened his mouth, he shook his head slightly.
Yu Jing Lei was surprised and asked, "Elder He, do you have any misgivings?"
He Yiming sighed softly and said, "Elder Yu, I can't let go of the He Family Village. Moreover, my ancestor and the Treasure Master already have neighbors who are in their eighties. If I go, I'm afraid we won't be able to meet again."
Yu Jing Lei was stunned for a moment and his brows furrowed tightly.
Only then did he remember that He Yiming was indeed different from the others. A master of the Three Flower Realm who was less than twenty years old. He was probably the only one in history.
If other people had cultivated to his level, most of their elders and relatives would have died. However, He Yiming had a large group of relatives and friends in the He Family Village. This naturally made him worried.
Yu Jing Lei sighed and did not say anything else. For such matters, the final decision was still in He Yiming's hands. The others could only be used as a reference at most.
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The next day, the Heavenly Lake Tournament continued.
This time, Yu Jing Lei brought many disciples under the age of fifty who had not taken the Golden Elixir. In order to train the next generation of disciples, he even sent a few disciples who were in their thirties and had reached the eighth level of inner strength to participate in the tournament.
Among the elite disciples of the various branches, these people were undoubtedly the weaklings. Most of them were eliminated on the first day of the tournament.
However, in reality, no one expected them to win. Being able to experience the atmosphere here and having the experience of fighting against the powerhouses of the other branches was already their greatest reward. Perhaps ten years later, when they became the main force of the Hengshan branch, this experience would be of great help to them.
The second day of the tournament was uneventful. A total of six disciples of the Hengshan branch won on this day.
On the field, there were not many people who actually participated in the tournament. The number of spectators was several times more than the number of participants.
Among them, the disciples of the main branch and more than a hundred spectators from Da Shen were very curious about the strength of the other branches. They observed the tournament every day and occasionally exchanged their thoughts and experiences to verify what they had learned.
On the other hand, the disciples of the various branches put all their energy into the tournament, especially those who had hopes of making it to the top ten. Their energy had already been adjusted on the day they came to the Heavenly Lake. Nothing in the outside world could affect them at all.
The third day, the fourth day …
When the tournament ended on the fourth day, the faces of the Elders of Hengshan did not look too good.
This was because other than Che Wenjun, everyone else had suffered the fate of being eliminated.
Two of the matches where both sides' cultivation levels were about the same were also lost due to various reasons. This was not good news for Hengshan.
Fortunately, in the next two days, Che Wenjun was as stable as before. With the stability and defense of his earth elemental techniques and the sharpness and attack of his metal elemental techniques, he defeated strong opponents as he wished.
In order to create a peaceful environment for him to recuperate, Yu Jinglei and the rest specially set aside a courtyard for him to use alone.
Among the people of Hengshan, only Yu Jinglei, the other Connate Elders and 108 were able to enjoy such treatment.
On the night of the sixth day, He Yiming listened carefully. From Che Wenjun's courtyard, the sound of weapons cutting through the air could be heard. With He Yiming's cultivation level, he knew that Che Wenjun's heart was not as calm as he appeared to be.
The entire Hengshan faction's hopes were placed on him. Unless he was much stronger than his opponent, how could he not be nervous? Normally, he would not show it. However, at this moment, on the eve of the final battle, Che Wenjun seemed to be a little hesitant.
In a daze, He Yiming seemed to recall his past.
Before the miracle at the bottom of the lake, when he was trapped at the fifth level of his inner strength, he was also like this.
He sighed softly and walked out of his room. In a few steps, he had already arrived at Che Wenjun's courtyard.
At this moment, Che Wenjun was holding a long sword in her hand. The sword was dancing beautifully, but in He Yiming's eyes, it was naturally full of flaws and not worth mentioning.
"Elder He," Che Wenjun was halfway through her sword dance when she suddenly saw He Yiming. She hurriedly kept her sword and bowed.
He Yiming nodded slightly and said, "Che Wenjun, aren't you good at fists and legs? Why are you practicing swords tonight?"
Che Wenjun laughed bitterly and said, "Elder He, the opponent I will be facing tomorrow is good at using weapons. Even if I suggest fighting with fists and legs, he will definitely choose a weapon. "
He Yiming frowned slightly and said, "Your choices are not the same. You can draw lots to decide, but will you definitely pick a weapon?"
Che Wenjun continued to laugh bitterly and said, "I understand, but I just feel uneasy."
After meeting Che Wenjun, He Yiming became even more worried.
Judging from his behavior, he was indeed not confident enough. Not to mention that he would definitely lose if he picked a weapon, even if he picked a fists and legs, given his current state, it would be difficult for him to obtain the final victory.
In a situation where there was not a big disparity between their strengths, self-confidence was actually an extremely important factor.
He Yiming was young, but he had rich combat experience, so he had a deep understanding of this.
After muttering to himself for a moment, He Yiming increasingly felt that the current Che Wenjun was actually very similar to himself in the past. In particular, their mentality of worrying about personal gains and losses was exactly the same.
He sighed and asked, "Che Wenjun, I have a way to guarantee your victory tomorrow. Are you willing to accept it?"
Che Wenjun suddenly looked up. His eyes were filled with unconcealable joy and shock.
At this moment, the Hengshan bloodline's hopes were placed on him, and the silent pressure almost crushed him.
When he suddenly heard He Yiming's promise, he was naturally overjoyed.
"Elder He, please guide me."
"If you fight someone tomorrow, why don't you take the initiative to choose your weapon?"
Che Wenjun was tongue-tied for a long time. "Elder He, you want me to take the initiative to choose my weapon?"
"That's right," He Yiming replied without hesitation.
Che Wenjun hesitated for a while, and his heart was filled with doubts. If he did not know He Yiming's background well, he would have suspected that he was sent by the other party to persuade him.
"Elder He, although this disciple is not talented, I still know my own limits. If I were to fight with him bare-handed, I would have a fifty-fifty chance of winning. However, if I were to use a weapon, I am afraid that this disciple is far from being his match." Che Wenjun finally calmed down completely and said respectfully.
He Yiming waved his sleeve and smiled. "Since I asked you to choose your weapon, I've already thought about it."
With that, he moved slightly and leaped out of the courtyard. A moment later, when he returned, he was holding a weapon that Che Wenjun was very familiar with.
Che Wenjun's expression was extremely strange when he looked at this terrifying weapon. Even if he racked his brains, he would never have thought that Elder He would take out this Divine Soldier.
"Elder He, this weapon is powerful, but it's not suitable for me." Che Wenjun said honestly. "If I use it, I'm afraid I won't even be able to use ten percent of its power."
He Yiming smiled mysteriously. "Che Wenjun, use this weapon on the arena. Just remember one thing, and I guarantee that you'll definitely win."
Che Wenjun said suspiciously, "Please guide me, elder."
"Follow your instincts."
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