Looking at Ye Tian, whose face was a little stiff across from him, Mo Zhiyao's expression became more exciting, and then he asked: "Tell me the truth, among the four of you, who is the one who strikes the Tianhuang Bell with one finger?"
"Where do you rank in terms of grades?"
"Uh, hey, third."
Ye Tian laughed dryly when he heard this, then touched his nose and said in a low voice.
When Mo Zhiyao heard this, he immediately had the urge to lift his leg and kick him.
Among the four young masters of the branch sect, Yang Hua has the lowest strength, so in the first round of the battle, no matter who he faces, he will lose.
In other words, Yang Hua had no chance to ring the Tianhuang Bell.
All along, He Xuan, Ye Tian and Lu Ming should have been competing in the second round of the four-sect competition.
Among the three of them, Ye Tianpai and Mo Zhiyao are the third ones and now they want to scold their mother.
"With your results, I think you're being cruel if you still want to win the first place."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes twitched, resisting the urge to vomit blood, he glared at Ye Tian fiercely and turned away.
He was afraid that if he looked at Ye Tian again, blood would really spurt out.
"Hey, Zhiyao, this time it really all depends on you.
If you can really win the position of leader, how about a thousand bottles?"
Old Ye Tian's face alternated between red and white, and then he said to Mo Zhiyao with a smile.
"Three thousand bottles" Mo Zhiyao didn't even turn around, but the words that came out of his mouth made Ye Tian's feet slip and he almost sat on the ground.
He immediately growled with some embarrassment and anger: "You are trying too hard to do three thousand bottles."
Pingqi, you can say it outright, do you think that is boiled water?"
"No."
Mo Zhiyao glanced at Ye Tian, and then the corners of his lips curled up in a narrow arc.
"How about if you don't do this, give me all the things you have in your collection, and I'll recognize them no matter how much or how little."
Mo Zhiyao's words immediately made Ye Tian's face turn pale, and then he subconsciously put a hand on his waist, and then gritted his teeth and said, "How did you know?"
"Hey, there's someone who doesn't drink enough.
When he drinks too much, he talks with his mouth full.
To be honest, three thousand five hundred bottles, that's not what I said."
"I..."
Hearing this, Ye Tian's entire face suddenly turned bitter, and he was so upset that he almost cried.
"This bad mouth" "Dang!"
Just when Mo Zhiyao and Ye Tian were happy and sad, another loud bell rang out.
The two of them quickly straightened their expressions and then looked up.
"Pfft" When the ninth bell rang, Lu Ming's face instantly turned pale, and then his body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"The last blow" Lu Ming's face at this moment showed a ferocious look that hinted at madness.
He forcibly stabilized his body, and then raised his arms again, as if the chime had exhausted all the strength of his body.
His palms were heavy It landed on the Tianhuang Bell.
"clang" Another bell rang, and Mo Zhiyao suddenly realized that the mountain peaks under his feet were shaking at this moment.
Invisible sound waves, as if they were real, brought up a biting wind, roaring towards the surroundings.
"Kacha kacha" There was a slight cracking sound, and the violently twisted void space was torn apart with cracks, like black lightning, passing across the sky.
Lu Ming spurted out another mouthful of blood, and then his figure fell staggeringly from the sky like a broken paper kite.
Lu Hao's face below him changed, and his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of him.
Beside him, he caught it in his arms and then fell to the ground.
Looking at Lu Ming who was unconscious in his arms, a look of distress suddenly appeared on Lu Hao's face.
With a flip of his palm, pure spiritual power entered the former's body.
After careful exploration, his face relaxed.
Although Lu Ming rang the tenth Tianhuang Bell with great reluctance, it did not cause any damage to his soul.
He could recover after a few days of cultivation.
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"Ten rings, not bad."
Elder Mingyang smiled and nodded, with an undisguised expression of appreciation on his face, and Feng Huo also had a satisfied smile on his face.
Over the years, the only person who can ring the Tianhuang Bell ten times, besides Feng Keer, is Lu Ming.
In the last four-sect competition, Lu Ming had nine rings and He Xuan had eight rings.
However, in terms of the ratio of foreign aid between the two, it was Huo Shan who defeated Zheng Chen, thus allowing He Xuan to win the championship that year.
"Zheng Chen."
After confirming that Lu Ming was fine, Lu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Zheng Chen behind him.
"Understood."
Zheng Chen nodded quickly in reply, then took a deep breath, and his body flashed and landed next to the Tianhuang Bell.
He looked at the ancient Tianhuang Bell in front of him with extremely solemn eyes.
The next moment, his palms clenched into fists, and then drew an arc in the air and landed heavily on the Tianhuang Bell.
As Zheng Chen punched the dark red Tianhuang Bell, a layer of water-like ripples appeared on its surface.
Then, a slightly low bell echoed in the sky and spread throughout the entire world.
The space at the top of the mountain then extended to the entire Red Phoenix Sect.
"This bell that Zheng Chen rang is completely different from Lu Ming's before.
Why?"
Listening to the obviously changed bell, Mo Zhiyao suddenly had a strange look in his eyes and asked in a low voice.
Ye Tian beside him.
"It's very simple.
The compatibility between him and the Tianhuang Bell is quite low.
The higher the compatibility between the person who rings the bell and the Tianhuang Bell, the clearer and louder the bell will sound, and vice versa.
The Zheng Chen has the most, so he can ring the bell.
Just four sounds," Ye Tian said to Mo Zhiyao with the air of a wise old horse.
"That's it."
Mo Zhiyao suddenly realized that he didn't expect to say such a thing.
The next scene was completely consistent with Ye Tian's judgment.
Sure enough, after Zheng Chen rang the bell four times with great reluctance, he fell down with a pale face, and soon returned behind Lu Hao with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Looking at Zheng Chen who came back, Lu Hao's face was also a little ugly.
The last competition among the four sects was because of him, which caused Lu Ming to miss the position of leader.
However, this kind of compatibility with Lingbao has little to do with his own strength, and no one can force it, so Lu Hao had no choice but to do so.
"Lu Ming has ten rings, Zheng Chen has four rings, and the Blood Flame Sect's results are fourteen rings in total."
Elder Mingyang said with a normal expression.
Then, his eyes fell in the direction of Ye Tian and Mo Zhiyao.
"Next, it's your turn."
Hearing Elder Mingyang's words, Ye Tian and Mo Zhiyao's expressions suddenly became solemn.
Then, Ye Tian nodded towards Mo Zhiyao and took the lead to step out.
Lifting into the sky, Ye Tian came to the front of the Tianhuang Bell, then with a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his fingers together and turned into a lightning-like afterimage that landed on the Tianhuang Bell.
"clang" A slightly low bell rang out, and the sound made Mo Zhiyao frown immediately.
Although the bell that Ye Tian rang was much better than that of Zheng Chen, it was obviously not on the same level when compared with Lu Ming.
"This level, at most six rings."
The same thought rose in the hearts of everyone present at the same time.
However, the expressions on everyone's faces are different.
"Oh, it seems that Tian'er and Tianhuang Zhong really have no chance."
Ye Guxing had a helpless smile on his face, shook his head slightly, and whispered to himself.
"Sect Master, it seems that Ye Tian can only ring six times at most.
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In this competition between the four sects, our Blood Flame Sect will definitely win.
That Mo Zhiyao will never be able to ring eight times."
Zheng Chen came.
Coming behind Lu Hao, he said with a flattering expression.
Zheng Chen obviously didn't like Mo Zhiyao very much.
In the final analysis, it was his jealousy that was at work.
In terms of strength, Mo Zhiyuan was better than him, and in terms of status, the other party was even more of a worshipper.
This always made Zheng Chen feel a little sour.
Hearing this, Lu Hao's brows suddenly frowned, and then he glanced at Zheng Chen coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Who would have thought that he could beat He Xuan head-on to serious injury before he knocked out eight rings?
If you are still so incompetent."
If you have a sharp eye, you will suffer big losses in the future.”
After being reprimanded by Lu Hao like this, Zheng Chen's face suddenly became a little ugly, but he did not dare to refute, and quickly lowered his head and stepped back, saying no more.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
The low tones of bells echoed from the top of the mountain, and could be clearly heard no matter where they were in the depths of the Red Phoenix Sect.
And when the sixth bell rang, several people below shook their heads slightly.
Ye Tian's condition at this moment is quite bad.
Not only his face was pale, but the fluctuations in his aura were also quite disordered.
"Tian'er, come down, don't be brave."
Ye Guxing sighed, shook his head slightly, and then raised his voice.
At this moment, everyone could see that if Ye Tian forced himself to continue beating the Tianhuang Bell, it would definitely damage the foundation of his soul.
Of course Ye Lone Star would not let that happen.
Hearing this, Ye Tian's expression changed, but he naturally knew his situation better than anyone else.
At this moment, the soul in his body was forced to condense into a physical form at his dantian, unable to remain in a state of nothingness.
If you knock it again, your soul will be damaged.
A look of shame appeared on his face, and Ye Tian gave a helpless smile before slowly descending from mid-air and arriving in front of Ye Guxing and Mo Zhiyao.
"Father, I..."
Ye Tian hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay, just try your best."
Ye Guxing patted Ye Tian's shoulder and comforted him with a smile.
Immediately, he turned his head and laid his eyes on Mo Zhiyao.
"Little friend Mo, what happens next is up to you."
Hearing this, Mo Zhiyao nodded slightly, then looked at Ye Tian teasingly and said, "Remember what you promised me.
If you dare to go back on it, I won't be polite."
"Zhiyao, you have to be careful, don't force it, you know?"
Regarding Mo Zhiyao's obviously joking words, Ye Tian didn't take it to heart, but warned the former again.
"Okay, I know it well."
Mo Zhiyao waved his hand, and then, under the gaze of many eyes, he jumped up and came to the Tianhuang Bell in a hurry
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