In the blink of an eye, it was the day for the final battle between Xiaopang and Shuijing. It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. Xiaopang rode his flying sword to the competition venue and almost fainted on the spot.
There were already a huge crowd of people here, surrounding the competition venue of several hundred feet in radius. They were not only the elites of the inner sect, but also many outer sect disciples, adding up to several hundred people. Obviously, they were specially called in by someone to watch the game, otherwise they would not even be qualified to approach the inner sect.
When Xiaopang saw this situation, he knew that it was most likely the Fire Dragon Taoist's people who were trying to trick him. They clearly wanted everyone to laugh at them!
Although Xiaopang was unhappy, this competition was of great importance and he could not back down. He could only stand alone in the venue in frustration, letting a large group of people around him comment on him as if he were a monkey.
"Wow! Is this the guy who defeated that perverted witch Mu Zirong?"
"He's so fat, not handsome, and doesn't seem to be very strong either. He barely qualifies for the competition. How could such a guy possibly defeat Miss Mu who possesses the Qingying Sword?"
"It is said that he seems to have a perverted big iron bell. Miss Mu took the Qiyuan Pill, and with the power of the Qingying Sword, she was unable to hurt him at all. In the end, he became possessed!"
"Really? Didn't you see him take out the bell?"
"Maybe he has put it away. There is no reason to show off such a treasure at any time. However, although his iron bell is sharp, I am afraid it is no match for Miss Shui Jing, the best master in the sect!"
"Not necessarily. Miss Shui Jing is only a water magic practitioner. Her attack power is obviously not strong. She is able to see through the opponent's weaknesses, which is why she is always successful. But this time, Song Zhong's treasure is a magic weapon that can protect his entire body. I'm afraid Miss Shui Jing can't do anything about it, right?"
"Tsk, even Mu Zirong and the others have a magic weapon each. Miss Shui Jing's master is so powerful, how could he not give her something good? I guess she must have a top-quality magic weapon in her hand, but she didn't take it out because her opponent was too weak before, so no one knows about it!"
"Haha, I'm afraid it will be taken out this time. We're in for a good show!"
"Hehe, we have to thank Senior Brother Song Zhong for this. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to get in! Speaking of which, Senior Brother Song is now the most respected of our outer disciples. I hope he can create a miracle and teach these so-called elites of the inner sect a lesson!"
"That's right, those bastards in the inner sect are so annoying. They are so arrogant and ruthless, and they don't even treat us as human beings. It's time for someone to stand up and teach them a lesson!"
Fatty stood there, listening to the whispers of the people around him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, "I was just forced to teach Mu Zirong a lesson. Do I have to become a role model for outer disciples to resist the inner sect elites? These guys are plotting against me like this, are they trying to force me to death!"
Thinking of this, Xiaopang couldn't help but look around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he found that Monkey was also among the outer disciples, looking at him with a worried look on his face.
Seeing this, Xiaopang smiled and nodded, indicating that he was fine. The monkey smiled a little, but his worry was still not completely gone.
At this moment, there was suddenly a commotion in the crowd. A group of people pushed aside the disciples around them and came to Xiaopang in a swagger.
Seeing this, Xiaopang frowned slightly. As soon as he saw this, he knew that someone was looking for trouble. But he was not worried. After all, at this competition site, the other party would definitely not openly conflict with him. That would be equivalent to interfering with the normal competition, which would definitely cause displeasure from the top leaders. Even if they were of different identities, they would be severely reprimanded. Therefore, these guys would at most make a few sarcastic remarks. Xiaopang was not afraid of this. Isn't it just a quarrel? Who is afraid of whom? So Xiaopang just watched the situation and looked at the people opposite coldly.
There were about ten people in the group, and the two handsome young men in front were obviously the leaders. Although the others were not weak in cultivation, they all looked servile and disgusting. Xiaopang ignored the followers and just observed the two young men carefully.
One of them was wearing green and the other was wearing yellow. They were all Confucian robes woven from top-grade silkworm silk and refined by Taoist magic. They were protective magic tools with strong defense. In addition to these clothes, they also had many pendants on them, including several jade pendants, several magic tool rings, and magic tool jade rings on the corners of their clothes. These were all good magic tools, each with its own function. Normally, people would only wear one of each, but these two wore three or five of each, making them look dazzling and glittering with jewels!
However, this combination of clothes looks extremely tacky. But they obviously don't have this awareness, and they feel particularly good. They stick out their chests, walk swayingly, and make their jewelry dangle and jingle, as if they are afraid that others will not see.
With a look of wanting to be beaten, the two men came up to Xiao Pang arrogantly. The guy in yellow first bared his teeth and sneered, then glanced at Xiao Pang with disdain, and then said in a sarcastic tone: "You kid, are you Song Zhong?"
"That's me!" Xiaopang responded calmly.
"Tsk, 'Song Zhong'? What kind of a crappy name is that?" The guy in yellow immediately mocked loudly, "It's ok that you're ugly, but why do you have such a shabby name?"
"That's right!" The green-clothed fellow taunted, "It's a disgrace to our sect that a fool like you can stay in our Xuantian Branch! If I were you, I would have died by hitting my head against the wall to avoid bringing disgrace upon myself!"
"Haha!" After saying that, he and his group of friends burst into laughter.
Seeing the other party's rude remarks, Xiao Pang was secretly angry in his heart. However, although he was angry, he did not show it on his face. He just asked calmly, "My name is not very good, but I don't know your full names. Is it not embarrassing?"
"Nonsense!" The guy in yellow immediately shouted, "Guys, tell this idiot my name!"
"Little Fatty, listen carefully!" A guy who looked like a henchman immediately stood up and said with a smug look on his face, "This one is Li Jinglong, the young master of the Li family, who is known as the Jade-faced Little White Dragon, and the other one is Zhang Qingjiang, the young master of the Zhang family, who is known as the Peerless Sword God!"
When the two young men heard their names being read out with great pride by their subordinates, their faces immediately lit up and they looked very pleased. The followers were also very proud and gave them thumbs up in praise.
But after hearing this, Xiaopang turned around and left without saying a word.
The guy in yellow got anxious when he saw this and shouted, "Boy, where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a place to vomit!" said Xiaopang without turning his head.