"I won't force you to admit defeat, but I respect your choice. This is just my suggestion. As for the cultivation of the truth, living is more important than anything else. If you don't even have the chance to enter the spiritual realm for cultivation in one breath, then it will be more than worth the loss." Ye Xiong said seriously.

The spiritual realm will be opened once every five years, and then another five years will be restored. In other words, if you want to enter the next time, it will take ten years to go.

If you lose such a good opportunity to practice because of a moment of anger, it will be really not worth it.

"Master, I'll listen to you. If you meet Jian Wuhen and Luo Chongyang, just admit defeat." Xue Tu replied.

Xue Tu’s experience is different from Zhuo Wushuang. Zhuo Wushuang is a prince with a noble status. Even if he doesn’t enter the spiritual realm to practice, there are other ways to practice. However, he can’t do it. Thirty years of imprisonment have already lost a lot. If he doesn’t fight for the opportunity now, he may not have the chance to ascense in this life.

Zhuo Wushuang didn't say anything, but judging from his attitude, he would definitely not admit defeat.

No words all night.

The next morning, Ye Xiong took Zhuo Wushuang and Xueshu to the back mountain forest, where a giant ban covering dozens of kilometers had been laid.

With such a large ban, the energy stone consumes a lot, which shows that the Immortal Sect has invested a lot in this top ten match.

Outside the ban, countless disciples surrounded, and almost all of them came, with thousands of people in total.

Usually, the Changsheng Sect is quiet and has no popularity. However, once a big incident occurs and all the disciples appear together, the show is beyond the comparison of ordinary sects, and the foundation of the Changsheng Sect is completely exposed.

Nangong Han was suspended above the giant ban, waiting for the disciples of the top 24 to come to report to him.

Ye Xiong brought the two of them to the ban.

Nangong Han asked, "Do you two know the rules?"

"I understand, the Pavilion Master told us all." Xue Tu replied.

Zhuo Wushuang also nodded.

Nangong Han took out two number plates from his body and handed them over, which were number 23 and number 24.

"These two are your number cards. If someone challenges you later, they will call your brand, and you can choose whether to fight."

The two of them received the license plate, Zhuo Wushuang No. 23 and Xue Tu No. 24.

"Please join the camp."

Zhuo Wushuang and Xue Tu entered the formation and came to a corner of the formation.

In a moment, all twenty-four people got the license plate and all entered the formation.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Nangong said loudly, "In order to avoid meeting strong people, we have changed our top ten games this year, and we will use a challenge to challenge the first person. Those who lose can challenge the next one and lose again. There is another chance. If we fail to challenge twice in a row, we will be eliminated... In the middle, each disciple has a chance to suspend the opportunity to ask the Lord for guidance. This is our humanized consideration after thinking..."

Nangong Han explained the rules of the game clearly and everyone outside could understand it very clearly.

"I announced the start of the competition, the challenger started by the first person last year, Jiange's Jian Wuhen."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of cheers came from the audience, and many people screamed, shouting Jian Wuhen's name constantly.

Although Jian Wuhen's imprisonment greatly reduced his popularity, it has to be said that his popularity is still beyond the reach of others.

Jian Wuhen walked up from the crowd, looked at the Xue Tu in the distance, and said, "I challenge No. 24."

Xue Tu had known for a long time that he would challenge him, and he wanted to fight, but when he thought of the words of the Pavilion Master, he would be in trouble if he was injured unintentionally when facing him, it would be troublesome.

"I admit defeat." Xue Tu said loudly.

There were boos from the field.

"Waste, don't even dare to fight, garbage."

"Not a man, a coward."

"Turning turtle."

All kinds of scolding and all kinds of ridicule were heard.

"On the 24th, you must challenge one opponent next. If both opponents fail in a row, you will be eliminated, so I hope you will challenge carefully... If you are not sure who to challenge, you can ask the Pavilion Master once, but there is only one chance." Nangong Han said.

"No need, I'll challenge No. 10." Xue Tu said.

"No. 10 is a disciple of the Shentong Pavilion. Xue Tu knows his strength well and is considered a relatively weaker among the top 24."

In fact, everyone knows the combat power of each disciple in the top 24.

"I'll fight." said the disciple No. 24.

"Disciple No. 24 will face it, please compete in the middle."

Nangong Han bounced his finger and suddenly another ban was created in the middle of the ban, as a battle platform.

The two flew into the battle stage and began to compete.

This No. 24 disciple is about the same strength as Jianxi, a disciple of Jiange who was defeated by Xue Tu. With Xue Tu's current strength, he easily defeated him.

The next 10 disciples challenged both of them in a row, but they did not succeed in the challenge and became the first disciple to be eliminated.

"It was Jiange just now. Now it's the Shentong Pavilion that started choosing. Luo Chongyang, you can choose the challenger." Nangong Han said.

Luo Chongyang stood up, pointed at Youming and said, "Female monk No. 15."

"Female monk No. 15, Luo Chongyang challenges you, can you fight?" Nangong Han asked.

"Don't accept it, admit defeat." Youming refused without hesitation.

In the eyes of many people, her rejection is natural. After all, among everyone in the formation, her realm is the lowest, and she is the only cultivator with only the late-stage strength of the Golden Pill.

"On the 15th, you have admitted defeat, please choose the challenger." Nangong Han said.

Youming stood up, pointed to a disciple from Jiange, and said, "I chose No. 11."

She was not afraid of Luo Chongyang, but she just didn't want to fight hard with him. Faced with an opponent like him, even if she won, she might be injured.

However, she would not let go of the rest of the disciples of Jiange and Shentong Pavilion.

She wanted to let Jiange's disciples, except Jian Wuhen, enter the top ten.

"Challenge me, are you sure?" The disciple No. 11 stood up, his face full of coldness and arrogance.

In Jiange, he is second only to Jian Wuhen’s disciple. It is absolutely true that she enters the top ten. She actually dares to challenge herself, isn’t she seeking death?

"That's right, it's you." The figure of Netherworld flashed and had already fallen into the battlefield.

"I will make you pay the price." No. 11 turned into a stream of light and landed opposite her.

The two faced each other, waiting for Nangong Han to order.

Nangong Han was about to give an order, and No. 11 suddenly said: "Sect Master, Is there something I want to ask about?"

"What's the matter?" Nangong Han asked.

"Is there any restrictions on the competition? The opponent is the wife of the Lord of the Tiandao Pavilion. What if I accidentally stripped her clothes or cut one of her arms off, the Lord of the Tiandao Pavilion asked me to settle the score?" No. 11 laughed.

As soon as these words were spoken, there were crowds of noises in the audience and they all started to laugh at them.

"Senior Brother Zhao, please take off your clothes, I want to see."

"It's okay to take off your clothes, just don't just put someone else's wife in there."

All kinds of voices sounded, all laughing.

No one noticed that Youming's face began to chill.
Chapter completed!