I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Seeing that the battle between A4 and A8 was about to end, PEI Ling quickly took out his spirit stones and placed a bet on himself after confirming that the limit was still 500 spirit stones.

After taking the ticket, he was about to leave when he saw a black-clothed cultivator leading the way. Several cultivators took out five hundred spirit stones to bet on him winning.

And that black-robed cultivator was the loudest one among the cultivators who had shouted that they would bet on Fang Ye ...

PEI Ling returned to arena A. At this moment, A8 had just won and left the stage.

"The next round, A12 versus A14," the deacon said, shooting him a glance.

PEI Ling and Fang Ye jumped onto the stage at the same time.

"Brother Fang Ye!" Seeing this scene, everyone below the stage perked up.

&Quot; senior brother Fang Ye is not Tian congheng. I bet two hundred spiritual stones this time. I can definitely earn back all the money I bet on that trash, Tian congheng! &Quot;

"I borrowed spirit stones from someone and placed a bet of five hundred! This PEI Ling is simply an embroidered pillow. He only won against Tian congheng by pure luck. If Tian congheng was not seriously injured, he would have died long ago!"

&Quot; that's right. He took advantage of his opponent's perilous state in that battle. This PEI Ling won without any honor! &Quot;

"If you look closely, this kid is indeed quite handsome. He's almost as good looking as me. No wonder that slut, sun Yinglan, was willing to go to great lengths to bribe Tian congheng for him ..."

The face of the attendant on the stage twitched when he heard this. On average, the disciples of scholartree peak did not have a good family background or strength. They were narrow-minded and simple-minded, yet they dared to say such things!

This PEI Ling's strength, not to mention anything else, just based on that blade earlier, was enough to squeeze into the outer sect's top ten!

Fang Ye could be considered one of the best in scholartree Yin peak, but he was only on par with Tian congheng.

PEI Ling could kill Tian congheng in one strike. Even if Fang Ye was on guard, he would only be able to withstand two moves from PEI Ling!

At this moment, Fang Ye glanced at the black-robed cultivator below the stage. Seeing this Junior Brother nod slightly at him, he immediately relaxed.

"Begin!" The deacon composed himself and shouted in a deep voice.

"Junior Brother PEI, please advise me!"

As he said that, he took the lead and charged towards PEI Ling!

PEI Ling didn't dare to be negligent. Although he had agreed with the other party in private, who knew if the other party would take the money and not do anything in this kind of netherworld sect?

He pulled out the life-loathing blade and slashed horizontally!

Before the blade Qi touched Fang Ye's clothes, Fang Ye's body suddenly stopped and he flew out of the ring, landing heavily in the crowd!

"Junior Brother PEI's bladesmanship is good, I'm ashamed of my inferiority!" Fang Ye cried out, pretending to be shocked as traces of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The black-clothed cultivator quickly rushed out from the crowd, helped Fang Ye up, and ran.

His other companions waved a thick stack of bills and went straight for Cai ke. &Quot; "Compensate me, compensate me! Senior brother Fang Ye lost, hurry up and pay up!"

PEI Ling could not help but be dumbfounded. Such a fake act, did he take everyone else for fools?

"A12 wins." The deacon announced expressionlessly.

After PEI Ling got off the stage, he went to look for Cai ke to exchange for spirit stones. Coincidentally, he met the black-robed cultivator and the other party smiled at him in a friendly manner.

After he was done with the spirit stones, PEI Ling noticed that Fang Ye was looking around outside the crowd.

He thought for a moment and walked over.

"Junior Brother PEI, congratulations." Seeing PEI Ling approach, Fang Ye smiled and cupped his hands.

"Thank you, senior brother disciple Fang." PEI Ling politely returned the bow, then probed, " I wonder what the sect's intentions are for the situation just now? "

"Junior Brother PEI can rest assured." Fang Ye said nonchalantly, " at the beginning of the outer sect tournament, it was already said that no means are allowed! Spirit stones are also a method."

"I understand, thank you, senior brother Fang," PEI Ling said, deep in thought.

Very quickly, the preliminary competition of the scholartree Yin peak ended.

A cultivator used a spell technique to send a message to the entire peak, ordering all the disciples who had won three victories to gather in arena A.

PEI Ling quickly rushed over and saw an old man with white hair and a white beard standing on stage A. He stood with his hands behind his back and had a powerful aura.

He had never seen this person before. However, after the other party heard the Deacon's whisper beside him, he stared at PEI Ling a few more times. However, his expression was calm and his thoughts could not be read.

A moment later, all the three victories cultivators arrived. There were a total of sixteen people.

In stage a, PEI Ling, A8 of Qi disciple level 8, A17 of Qi disciple level 8, and A25 of Qi disciple level 8 were respectively. Stage B had B1 for Qi disciple level 8, B9 for Qi disciple level 8, B11 for Qi disciple level 8, and B27 for Qi disciple level 9; In Arena C, there were third, tenth, twenty-one, and twenty-six of Qi disciple level 9. The three victories cultivators in Ring D were all at Qi disciple level 8. They were ding two, ding thirteen, ding 22, and ding 32.

Among the 16 people, there were only four cultivators at the ninth level of the Qi refining stage. In comparison, Tian congheng and Fang Ye, who were both at the ninth level of the Qi refining stage and had been eliminated, were rather unlucky. However, luck was also a type of strength in the preliminary round.

After everyone was present, the old man on the stage said, " "I am Li Ping, an elder of the scholartree Yin peak. You'll be in charge of the preliminary match of the scholartree Yin peak in this year's outer sect tournament."

PEI Ling's heart skipped a beat. Li Ping?

The grandfather of Li Siguang, who he had killed on the day he entered the sect, was Li Ping!

"Greetings, elder li!" At this moment, everyone bowed and PEI Ling quickly followed suit. Fortunately, he had Zheng Jingshan as his backing and the other party would not dare to do anything to him ...

Li Ping looked at PEI Ling. He did not expect that this kid was not dead, and his cultivation level had even reached the ninth level of the Qi refining stage.

When Li Siguang was killed last time, he thought that it was Zheng Jingshan's doing and that PEI Ling was just an abandoned pawn. He had been arranged to be a ghost for Chen Huan's soul-beckoning banner. He had planned for Miao Chengyang to seek revenge on Zheng Jingshan. In the end, Miao Chengyang, that coward, who usually treated Miao Chengan like a Pearl, gave in at the crucial moment. He only beat Zheng Jingshan half to death and let the matter rest.

On the other hand, not only was PEI Ling living well, he had been living comfortably until now ...

However, he remembered that this kid was only at the fourth level of Qi refining when he first entered the sect.

He had actually reached the ninth level of the Qi refining stage in such a short period of time ... Li Ping's thoughts turned and he retracted his gaze. He said slowly,"The preliminary competition of scholartree Yin peak has already ended. Everyone here is a talent of our peak. Next, you'll have to face the selection process of the entire outer southern region."

&Quot; there are a total of 54 mountain peaks in the southern region. The selection will be held at the main peak of the southern region, ruoxiu peak. &Quot;

&Quot; considering that some people have suffered losses in the preliminary round, all of you will gather here three days later. This old man will personally take you to ruoxiu peak to participate in the selection. &Quot;

&Quot; alright, this is your reward for winning the preliminary round. &Quot;

With that, Li Ping flicked his sleeve and threw out a spiritual stone. It was carried by an invisible hand and floated in front of the 16 cultivators. It was exactly 1000 low-grade spirit stones for each person.

PEI Ling didn't dare to make a move immediately. After seeing the others respectfully thank him and accept it, he carefully wrapped the spirit stone with his spiritual power and placed it in a spare storage bag.

Li Ping, who was looking down from above, saw this scene clearly. He squinted slightly and, with a wave of his sleeve, disappeared into thin air.