expect them to be like silent tigers about to pounce."Stay away from me, I'm telling you. I'm the eldest son of the Lorraine family.""Since you're from the Lorraine family, do you know who I am"I don'..."You... you dare... Bingyun Valley will not let you go..."

Leng Hanchuan's expression turned grim, he didn't expect Ye Bufan to come up with such a punishment.

To slap someone in front of so many people is to slap the face of Bingyun Valley.

As for his threat, Ye Bufan ignored it completely. He waved his hand dismissively, and Ling Jianyi and Ling Jianfei rushed forward eagerly.

They pinned him to the ground, one hitting him on the left and the other on the right. They kept punching him non-stop, relishing in their brutality.

The sound of sex was deafening, and everyone around looked on in astonishment.

What's the situation Have all the disciples of Lingyun Jianzong gone mad This is the Ice Cloud Valley's master's personal disciple, the future heir, and they just slapped him in public

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, after a hundred mouths had finished speaking, Leng Hanchuan's cheeks were already swollen high.

Ling Jianyi kicked him in the butt, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Today I'm being generous, just get out of here!"

"You... you just wait!"

Leng Hannan was beaten so badly that his teeth were knocked out, his speech slurred, and his eyes filled with unspeakable resentment. He turned and flew towards the mountaintop.

"What's wrong with the Lingyun Sword Sect Are they crazy Did they give up on this sect grand competition"

"It's probably the case, otherwise we'd offend Bingyun Valley and get slaughtered if we went up there..."

"This won't work either. Even if they admit defeat, people will still seek revenge. He's the sect leader's personal disciple and the heir apparent to the sect leadership…"

The crowd buzzed with speculation, whispering amongst themselves and offering their own theories.

Ye Bufan ignored the reactions of the crowd and strode towards the top of the mountain. Ling Jianfeng and others followed respectfully behind him.

On the mountaintop, the stage was set.

The Four Great Sects each have their own designated seats, located in the four directions: east, west, south, and north.

Near the fighting platform, there stood a separate raised platform. It was luxuriously decorated and looked extremely noble. This was reserved for the special seats of the three major sects' envoys.

Like this kind of contest, there are envoys on both sides. One is to serve as a witness, and the other is to award medals to the winner.

When Ye Bufan and the others arrived, not only were people from the other three major sects already in place, but a white-haired old man was also sitting on the platform. He was Gong Yangjian, the special envoy for this year's Earth Joy Day.

The Hundred Doors Competition sends out the strongest from the Three Sects, Five Factions, and Seven Great Families to ensure fairness and impartiality.

The ram before me exudes a powerful aura, it has already reached the middle stage of Immortal King.

Ye Bufan observed his surroundings and, with everyone else, went to the location of the Western Lingyun Sword Sect and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, I felt a sharp gaze shooting over from the side. It was coming from Bingyun Valley, who was seated in the north.

Leng Hanchuan arrived here first and, embellishing the story with exaggeration, recounted his own experience.

The entire Bingyun Valley was instantly thrown into chaos, as they were the strongest among the four major sects.

They had always been the ones bullying others. When had they ever been humiliated like this It was especially embarrassing that it was done by the most despised Lingyun Sword Sect.

"Master, you must help me! The people from the Lingyun Sword Sect are simply too arrogant!"

They said hitting me was secondary, the main point was to hit Bingyun Valley's face and yours..."

Leng Hanchuan cried with snot and tears, his face looking piggish. The sight was incredibly pitiful.

"Sect Leader, we should go to the Lingyun Sword Sect for revenge right now. They are being too arrogant and don't know their place..."

All the disciples around were indignant, gnashing their teeth.

"Be quiet, all of you! What time is this How dare you act like this!"

The speaker was a man of refined bearing, middle-aged. It was none other than Leng Binghuang, the sect master of Bingyun Valley.

Though he stopped his disciples at the door, the chill emanating from him grew stronger.

As the head of the sect, it would be a great shame for him to have his own disciples beaten publicly like this.

"Hold back for now. In the upcoming arena battle, if we encounter the Lingyun Sword Sect, let me fight them freely. Show no mercy!"

The words were laced with killing intent, clearly showing that he was truly furious.

But there was Gong Yangjian there, he wouldn't dare to provoke a fight between the two major sects, otherwise it would be very easy for him to lose his eligibility this time.

According to his plan, he would first vent his anger on the platform and wait until after the sect war to seek revenge from Lingyun Sword Sect.

Whatever the cost, we must regain our reputation. Otherwise, Bingyun Valley will have no place in Dilitian.

As soon as the tone was set, everyone from the Lingyun Sword Sect arrived at the mountaintop. Their eyes were naturally filled with murderous intent.

The four major sects were all in place, and soon it was the designated time. Gongyang Jian took a step forward, suspending himself above the stage, overlooking the people below.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Gongyang Jian, the special envoy for this year's Hundred Schools Championship..."

He gave a brief introduction about himself, and then he started announcing the rules of the competition.

As always, the four major sects will battle each other in pairs through a draw. The ultimate winner will receive an entry pass to the Hundred Sects Grand Competition.

Each sect will send five disciples, the only requirement is under a thousand years old. The ring battle has no rules, any means are allowed as long as you win.

Every bout of the ring competition is judged by me. If one falls and doesn't get up within ten breaths, they are deemed defeated. If someone is knocked off the platform, they are deemed defeated. If someone voluntarily concedes defeat, they are deemed defeated...

Five disciples participated in five ring matches, with each match awarding one point. The first to reach three points wins, and the remaining matches are canceled.

The grand competition between the four major sects has been held countless times, and the rules have never changed, it's all just a matter of procedure.

The ram Gongyang, with his usual brevity and practicality, reread the rules one last time, then declared: "Alright, let's begin the draw."

Here I have four balls, the same colors fight each other, red goes first.

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and four small orbs of light flew out, each one shining brightly.

Under the powerful Xian Yuan's shroud, even divine sense couldn't penetrate it. No one could see what was inside.

"Come on, send someone over to draw lots."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the heads of the four major sects simultaneously flew into the air, each grabbing a ball.

Gongyang Jian raised his hand, and the light outside the orb disappeared, revealing its true form.

Ling Jianfeng held a red ball in his hand, while another red ball was in the hands of Huo Yanzhi, the master of the Yan Shen Dian.

The crowd around burst into an uproar. Many had witnessed the conflict at the foot of the mountain and secretly thought that Lingyun Sword Sect was indeed lucky.

Not only did they avoid the most powerful Bingyun Valley, but also the second-ranked Black Tiger Gate, drawing instead the Yan Shen Dian, whose strength was just one level above them.

On the other side, Leng Binghuang held a black orb in her hand, her eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

According to his plan, the best outcome for the first round would be to draw the Lingyun Sword Sect, allowing him to both avenge his blood feud and preserve his strength. However, he unexpectedly drew the Black Tiger Gate, ranked second.

The expressions on the faces of Heihu Men were equally grim. They clearly didn't want to face Bingyun Valley in the first round either.

Although both major sects were unwilling and dissatisfied, they had no choice but to follow the rules.

Some are happy, some are sad. While they are unwilling to do so, the Yan Shen Temple is overjoyed. This is the best possible outcome for them.

According to the last ranking of the Four Great Sects' strength, they ranked third. The only sect stronger than them is Lingyun Sword Sect.

In contrast, Ye Bufan remained calm. Their goal was to come out on top, so they didn't care who they faced in the first round.rward and say: "Young Master Ye, the marriage proposal has ended, please go back.""No, I have something else to say!"Ye Bufan came back to his senses and strode to the barrier. His voice was low and h...