Chapter 24: Hidden Xia District Xiaobi, Little Immortal Hammer Peach

The Hermit Valley occupies an entire mountain range nearby, with an area comparable to that of a large sect.

Eighty percent of the casual cultivators live in the Hidden Xia Valley, which occupies less than 20% of the area. The rest of the powerful and influential people live in the Hidden Xian Valley, which occupies more than 80% of the area.

After all, this is the original logic of social operation.

In order to keep the casual cultivators in a competitive situation, the Hermit Valley stipulates that a small competition will be held in the Hidden Xia Valley every three months, and a large competition will be held in the entire Hermit Valley every six months.

The winner will advance and live in a better house, and the loser will step down or even be driven out of the Hermit Valley.

Ning Wuxie settled Xuan'er and came to the competition venue alone wearing a bamboo hat in a low-key manner.

This is a large courtyard, with only a few gray-bearded old men sitting behind the table as judges.

Ning Wuxie saw that the old man who exempted him from one month's fees when he entered the valley half a month ago was also sitting there.

Outside the duel area in the center of the courtyard, there were several benches where casual cultivators who also came to participate in the small competition sat. Ning Wuxie had just sat down when he heard people around him talking excitedly.

"I heard that the little immortal Hangtao will also come today. He is also from Xiayin Valley C District!"

A dark-faced, sturdy man said excitedly, with a meaningful smile on his face, as if he remembered something happy.

"Really? He is also in our district with that strength?!" His friend beside him was surprised.

"What is his strength? He is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. It is clearly written on the ring."

Another person said. When talking about this little immortal Hangtao, the people around seemed to be interested.

The male cultivators came over with lewd smiles on their faces, and the female cultivators rolled their eyes, spit secretly, and blushed.

"A genius who can cross the border and defeat Jindan, if I meet him later, I will just admit defeat... Don't make yourself unhappy."

A scholar holding a folding fan and dressed like a Confucian scholar said.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will kick you!" The dark-skinned man slapped his thigh and said loudly, causing the people around him to laugh.

"That guy can go and film with the people of the Hehuan Sect. Do you really think he is a profound guy? How can anyone who has obtained a proper inheritance be so unrestrained?"

"I think he is just a show-off. He won a few points by luck when he met a guy like Jiang Ren who is the same as him!"

As soon as he said this, most people around nodded.

Originally, after Ning Wuxie defeated Jiang Ren, the news about him became more and more outrageous.

Some people said that Ning Wuxie had become the strongest Qi Refining Stage in history, and some said that he would definitely be on the Human Race Tianjiao List in fifty years. It was almost as if he was about to overshadow Li Luobing and several other geniuses from various sects.

As a result, the private video of the young Tianjiao was leaked, and everyone's filters were broken.

What is this! A ruthless pile driver, as if he had never seen a woman, many people who admired Ning Wuxie also turned from fans to passers-by.

In the waiting area, the black-skinned cultivators teased loudly, causing everyone to laugh continuously.

Only a few people did not speak. These people had seen Ning Wuxie defeat Jiang Ren with their own eyes a week ago.

They all felt that Ning Wuxie was not that simple, but now that public opinion was not on their side, it was naturally difficult for them to express their opinions.

They could only remain silent.

Soon, the time came, and an old man among the judges waved his sleeves, and the gate at the entrance of the courtyard slammed shut, and an invisible barrier enveloped the courtyard.

"Fellow Taoists, the Xiayin Valley competition, March C District Competition, is now officially starting!"

"First game: Li Zhangbei, against Meng Cangran."

As soon as the voice fell, a cultivator holding a Bagua mirror stood up not far from Ning Wuxie and strode to the center of the field.

"I didn't expect that the first one would be me."

The cultivator dressed as a scholar just now showed an embarrassed look on his face, smiled awkwardly, and slowly stood up.

"It's okay, Brother Meng, come on!" The black-skinned man cheered him up.

Meng Cangran forced a smile, nodded, and walked onto the stage. He looked a little timid, and even Li Zhangbei, who was waiting for him in the field, showed a disdainful sneer.

Half an incense stick later.

"The winner of this game is Meng Cangran!"

Li Zhangbei lay on the ground, looking at Meng Cangran, who looked like a weak scholar, with a shocked look on his face.

Meng Cangran bowed his hands, turned around and left, and came to his seat.

He still had that timid look, but what he said was embarrassing.

"This man is indeed a little weak..."

His voice still sounded calm and honest, indicating that he was not mocking or teasing, but really thought so...

Ning Wuxie secretly guessed that this Hermit Valley was really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and it was worthy of being a holy place for casual cultivators.

The magical power that Meng Cangran used just now was clearly the inheritance of Confucianism, an organization with great power and influence on the Lingwu Continent.

It can be said that if the Human Sect is the superficial leader of the human race on the Lingwu Continent, then Confucianism is the underwater manipulator.

Almost all the five great dynasties were influenced by him and controlled by him to some extent.

Controlling the five great dynasties is basically equivalent to controlling the Lingwu Continent!

Ning Wuxie silently remembered Meng Cangran in his heart.

After that, there were several more matches, with sword cultivators, physical cultivators, and even a beastmaster.

The competition system of the small competition is that if you lose a game, you will be eliminated, and if you win, you will continue to fight until you lose, and the final ranking will be determined.

After more than an hour, Ning Wuxie's name was finally called.

"The seventh game, Meng Cangran, against Ning Wuxie!"

When Ning Wuxie's name was heard, all the casual cultivators in the audience were excited.

"Hang Tao Xiaoxian is here? Where is he?!"

"I've been looking for him, but I can't find him. I just recognized the wrong person."

"I watched the movie dozens of times from beginning to end. I definitely wouldn't recognize him wrongly, but I still can't find him!"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Ning Wuxie stood up silently, took off the bamboo hat on his head and put it away, and came to the field.

The black-skinned cultivator looked as if he had eaten a fly, and his face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect Ning Wuxie to be sitting next to him all the time!

"Brother Ning, thank you for letting me."

Meng Cangran also looked surprised and bowed.

"Don't you just admit defeat?" Ning Wuxie asked.

Meng Cangran smiled slightly: "Before I met Brother Ning in person, I did have the intention to retreat."

"But now that I see Brother Ning's heroic figure, I can't help but feel the desire to fight."

"I want to give it a try!"

"Okay!" Ning Wuxie praised. It was rare for Meng Cangran to be so frank and free.

"Then I'll give in, Brother Meng."

Ning Wuxie took a stance. His steel knife had long been broken, and now he had no other weapons.

Meng Cangran looked weak, and his clothes seemed a little loose on his body, but after he nodded slightly, a powerful momentum suddenly burst out from his whole body!

It was a kind of boundless and majestic righteousness that seemed to be able to swallow all things in the world.

It seemed that the joys and sorrows of the people in the world were all in the palm of his hand, and he had the ambition and passion to shoulder the responsibility of his country and the world alone!

The lofty and majestic righteousness of the world permeated Meng Cangran's weak body, making it difficult for people to bear his pressure!

The onlookers were shocked. Meng Cangran had fought two battles, but he had never shown such temperament!

Even the most ignorant cultivators recognized that this was a well-deserved orthodox Confucian!

Ning Wuxie narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Cangran who was showing his prime.

It seems that this guy is also a strong man who hides his true strength and lives in seclusion in the Hermit Valley like him!

Judging from the aura he showed, he probably has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Concentration Realm.

Meng Cangran's mentality is far superior to Jiang Ren, and he is not arrogant, but really regards Ning Wuxie as an evenly matched opponent.

A fighting spirit also emanated from Ning Wuxie. He also wanted to try whether he could defeat the Confucian cultivator in the middle stage of the Concentration Realm now!