Chapter 17: Directly admitting defeat

"Hmph! Why are you like those Foundation Establishment Stage senior uncles, ignore you!" said Shi Yu, spitting out her tongue at Xu Mu and running away with a smile.

In the direction she ran, there was a group of female disciples standing around talking and laughing, exactly Shi Yu's fellow disciples from Yunling Peak.

There were quite a few men standing around the female disciples, not only outer disciples but also quite a few inner disciples, most of them hoping to make friends with one of the female disciples.

After all, there were too few female cultivators in Tailing Mountain, not even thirty percent.

Cultivators were not like monks, sometimes they had more feelings and desires than mortals.

Just now, Shi Yu ran over to talk to Xu Mu, he had indeed already attracted the attention of many men, if not for the fact that he was wearing a red Taoist robe, it is estimated that some people have already come looking for trouble.

Looking at the unfriendly glances of the men around him, Xu Mu couldn't help but smile bitterly, secretly sighing that the book was right, it really was a scourge of the red face.

As he was thinking, he heard the sound of a bell ringing, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Xu Mu looked around and realised that at this point, the Hidden Mist Peak had already set up about ten high platforms.

Previously, there had been too many people to attract his attention, but he had not noticed these additional buildings.Waiting for the bell to disperse, an old man with a white beard and hair slowly walked up to the high platform, Xu Mu recognised him, it was Elder Lu of Hidden Mist Peak.

Elder Lu's mouth opened and closed slightly, and a Sanskrit chanting voice came out, "The current Sect Small Competition has officially begun, please ask the registered disciples to come to the stage and draw lots!"

Not far from the stands, several middle-aged cultivators were sitting here listening to Elder Lu's words, a man with thinning hair laughed, "Elder Lu's Sound Wave Kung Fu, but it's getting purer and purer!"

"Hehe, it's thanks to the spirit medicine that Senior Qian brought back to the sect last time, Senior Lu has been trying to find a way to thank you!" another old man said smilingly, but this old man only had one eye, and his smile was a bit strange.

Regardless of what these high-ranking cultivators of the sect were discussing, Xu Mu had already walked up to the high platform and lined up to wait for his turn to be drawn.

When it was his turn, Elder Lu froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "So it's you, you've been able to advance to the fourth level of qi cultivation, it seems Senior Nephew Liu has put in a lot of effort!"When Xu Mu heard that Elder Lu actually remembered him, he immediately froze for a moment, and then respectfully said, "Disciple has met Elder Lu, Master Teacher is indeed very good to me!"

Seeing this, Elder Lu looked at Xu Mu with deep meaning, and said faintly, "To have this chance is also considered your destiny, draw lots!"

Xu Mu nodded respectfully and took out a non-golden, non-wooden orb from a wooden box on the side, all white in colour with the words 'A11' written on it.

"Wait by the side, when you go up to the stage, this spirit orb will sense it," Elder Lu faintly commanded, letting Xu Mu step down from the stage.

Xu Mu took the orb to the stage and saw Shi Yu come up again and asked curiously, "Xu Mu, what number are you?"

"An Eleven," Xu Mu said, shaking the orb in his hand.

"That would be the A size ring, number eleven, and your opponent is number twelve."Shi Yu guessed that he had heard about this from his own elder sister, and knew better than Xu Mu.As for the group of outer disciples from Red Flame Peak, Xu Mu went to ask yesterday to find out that this group of people actually have no intention of going to the clan competition!

The main reason was that they were afraid of losing.

The main reason is that they are afraid of losing. Year after year, Red Fire Peak is one of the major peaks at the bottom of the list, and if Red Fire Peak doesn't withdraw from the Clan Competition, it's estimated that they will be reduced to a laughing stock.

When Xu Mu found out about this, he suddenly felt an enormous pressure.

Not long after, Xu Mu finally found out why Shi Yu had come to ask for his ring number, and it turned out that she had gathered a number of well-known senior sisters to stand under the stage and give Xu Mu a pep talk.

Before Xu Mu had even stepped onto the stage, a dozen or so female disciples had gathered here, and many disciples had come together to watch, surrounding the A-size ring.

Soon after, the lottery ended and the competition officially began.

In the A-size ring, two young male disciples just walked onto the stage and saw the more than ten female disciples looking at them under the stage, and both of them got excited.

It was estimated that both of them thought in their hearts that if they performed well, there was a good chance that they would be able to embrace a beautiful woman.

These two people have this kind of idea, the natural fight extra hard, standing on the stage fireball art ice cone art you come and go, playing is not happy.

Naihe two people are practicing qi three layer of cultivation, played half a day also did not distinguish between winners and losers.Until the end, the two of them had collapsed on the stage due to lack of mana, which was then carried down.

Five matches passed quickly, Xu Mu noticed that most of the participants were third stage qi cultivation disciples, and the third match was a second stage qi cultivation disciple against a third stage qi cultivation disciple.

Surprisingly, the second-tier qi cultivator actually won in the end.

He used an extraordinary concealed weapon that was quite powerful for a low-level cultivator: it was fast, stealthy, and very difficult to use.

By the time the third-tier qi cultivator surrendered, there were already several holes in his body.

"Could this be the reason why Master asked me to cultivate the mundane internal arts?", Xu Mu couldn't help but think in his heart.

For lower-level cultivators, the kung fu tactics of the mundane world still worked quite well.

Even though the gap between cultivators and mortals had widened even further after the fourth level of qi cultivation due to magic weapons, it wasn't as if martial arts were useless.Soon, it was Xu Mu's turn to go on stage, and the one who was competing with him was a third-level qi cultivation outer disciple from Tailing Peak named Song Hao.

After Song Hao stepped onto the stage, he took one look at Xu Mu, who was dressed in a red robe, and instantly became almost helpless.

After the two of them saluted and greeted each other, Xu Mu immediately took a step back and offered three magic weapons from his storage bag in one breath.

Song Hao was startled at the sight, and when he saw that none of the three magic weapons were the standard magic weapons issued by the sect, he immediately raised his hands and said in a loud voice, "I admit defeat!

Xu Mu froze in place as he watched his opponent's move.

"No way! Where did this inner disciple come from to actually have so many magic weapons?" someone in the crowd shouted.

"That's right! Looking at that aura, it's at least a mid-grade or above magic weapon, when did the Cult of the Immortal have such a freak?" another disciple said in surprise.

Not far away, a disciple in a red robe snorted, "What do you know, these magic weapons are at least upper class magic weapons, how can a middle class magic weapon have such power?"

"What? Upper-class magic weapon?" The person who spoke at the beginning was stunned by these words, and jealousy was immediately written all over his face.

For these ordinary disciples, even if they reached the fourth level of qi cultivation, they only had the standard magic weapons issued by the sect, and those were all lower-grade devices.

Now that a guy with three high-level magic weapons had appeared, anyone would be mentally unbalanced.