I, Who Can Only Kill The Emperor In Seconds, Transform Into The Emperor's Harvester

"What?"

"The ancestor wants to compete with the handyman disciples!"

Everyone, including Qin Li, thought there was something wrong with their ears.

Lin Xuanqing coughed and said seriously: "I will suppress my cultivation to the realm of martial arts."

"oh oh!"

It turns out that he was suppressed to the martial spirit realm.

But the elders are still puzzled, why does the ancestor suddenly want to compete with these handyman disciples?

After all, among this group of handyman disciples, there is no genius like the previous saint son Yang Lei.

But even if there were, the ancestor wouldn't pay attention to it personally, right?

"Peak Master, this..."

Elder Wang looked at Qin Li doubtfully.

Qin Li sent a message: "Don't talk too much, just follow the instructions of the ancestor."

As the master of Xuan Yifeng, although he only manages the handyman disciples, he is still a saint, and his vision is still broader than that of ordinary Martial Lord Realm elders.

Therefore, in his opinion, the ancestor's sudden visit to Xuan Yifeng today and his proposal to compete with the handyman disciples must have a special purpose.

It’s just that the ancestor himself is inconvenient to speak.

Maybe, there might be some secrets about Beihai Tianyu involved in this.

…

Elder Wang stood on the martial arts field and loudly announced this to the handyman disciples.

All the handyman disciples became excited when they heard that there was one more spot for promotion to the outer sect disciples, and that they were going to fight the oppressive Ancestor Zixiao.

"Fight with the ancestor, no matter you win or lose, you will brag about it for the rest of your life!"

"Are you crazy? You still want to win?"

"You don't think that if the ancestor suppresses him to the martial spirit realm, you can be evenly matched with the ancestor, right?"

"The ancestor's true cultivation is the legendary emperor realm. Does the emperor understand?"

"The understanding of martial arts, the control of spiritual energy, and the understanding of combat are far beyond what we little martial arts spirits can compare with..."

The disciples were talking a lot, and the whole martial arts arena was noisy.

"quiet!"

Elder Wang maintained order and the scene instantly became quiet.

Lin Xuanqing and Qin Li came over with eight Wujun elders.

"In this competition, the opponent will be personally selected by the ancestor himself."

Qin Li's holy voice surrounded him, and the disciples present were extremely nervous.

Elder Wang took out a golden list from the Qiankun Bag and handed it to Lin Xuanqing: "Ancestor, this is the ranking list of the handyman disciples. Please take a look."

In order to distinguish the strength of its disciples, Zixiao Holy Land specially created a list of geniuses, which is divided into three levels: heaven, earth, and human.

The share of Xuan Yifeng that Elder Wang took out was the list of people.

On the Tianjiao list, points will be accumulated based on the disciples' cultivation and actual combat records, and then they will be arranged in order and updated every month.

The higher the ranking, the more cultivation resources they can receive every month, and vice versa.

Lin Xuanqing is very familiar with this stuff, because sects in fantasy novels all use this method to manage their disciples.

"Just pick a weaker one."

Lin Xuanqing opened the list of people and quickly glanced at the top twenty on the list.

These were all at the late stage of the Martial Spirit Realm and above, so he passed them directly to avoid capsizing in the gutter.

Continuing to browse down the list, I reached the 63rd place, which was still in the middle stage of the Martial Spirit Realm.

"this……"

"I feel like the middle stage of martial arts is not very stable either."

"Let's choose a handyman disciple who is in the early stage of martial arts to do the task."

After looking over and over, Lin Xuanqing's eyes finally focused on the 208th position on the list.

Because the handyman disciples in the back row have no martial arts skills.

Lin Xuanqing circled the name and handed the list back to Elder Wang.

"Wang Lin?"

Qin Li and the elders looked at the names circled by Lin Xuanqing on the list and were very puzzled.

They originally thought that even if the ancestor did not choose the top three in the list, he would at least choose the top ten.

But the current situation is that the ancestor chose a disciple who was ranked at the bottom.

Elder Wang looked at the name Wang Lin and carefully recalled this disciple's performance since joining Xuan Yifeng.

But even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what was so special about this disciple.

To be precise, this guy named Wang Lin is very ordinary, so ordinary that he only broke through to Wuling in the past few days.

However, since the ancestor named him to compete, it shows that this person is definitely not simple.

Elder Wang shouted to the handyman disciples in the audience: "Where is Wang Lin?"

In the second to last row of the crowd, an ordinary-looking young disciple was shocked.

"Where is Wang Lin?"

Seeing no one answered, Elder Wang shouted again.

Wang Lin had no choice but to turn his spiritual energy into armor and walk out of the crowd.

The other handyman disciples all looked at him, feeling incredible.

"In the early stage of martial arts, the ancestor actually chose a disciple who was in the early stage of martial arts!"

"I thought my ancestor would definitely choose Senior Brother Li, who is ranked number one. He is a half-step Martial King~"

"Senior Sister Zhao and Senior Brother Liu, both of whom are at the peak of martial arts, are very strong. Why did the ancestor choose this Wang Lin?"

"Wang Lin is so lucky, he entered the outer gate directly!"

"You said that Elder Wang's surname is also Wang, so he can't be a relative of the elder..."

Wang Lin walked to the front of the martial arts field amidst the discussion of the disciples, then knelt on the ground and saluted Lin Xuanqing and Qin Li.

"Disciple Wang Lin, pay homage to our ancestor, Peak Master!"

Qin Li took a closer look at Wang Lin and found that no matter how he looked at it, he was still very ordinary.

"Wang Lin, my ancestor competed with you because it was your destiny."

"You just have to attack with all your strength later. It's up to you how much you can comprehend."

"Disciple understands."

"Okay, get up."

Wang Lin stood up and walked to the center of the martial arts arena.

Lin Xuanqing stood in front of him. Although he did nothing, he felt an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

Because, as early as a year ago, his cultivation level had reached the level of King Wu.

Li Wushuang, the number one handyman disciple, was far from his opponent.

But it wasn't because of his exceptional talent.

On the contrary, his talent is as average as his appearance.

The real reason why Wang Lin was able to cultivate to King Wu so quickly was because of the black bead in his arms.

He can enter this bead to practice, and the speed of time passing inside is only one percent of that outside.

So he has actually been practicing for many years, longer than some elders of the Holy Land.

Moreover, as long as he carries this black bead, his true cultivation will be blocked and no one can see it, not even a saint like Qin Li.

However, all these secrets were seen through by the ancestor Zixiao in front of him!

At this moment, Qin Li and eight other martial arts elders rose into the air, hanging directly above the martial arts arena, looking down.

Elder Wang asked the remaining handyman disciples to retreat outside the martial arts arena.

"Disciples, this competition between our ancestor and Wang Lin is a rare opportunity."

"Be sure to watch the battle carefully and don't make any noise!"

"If you can understand a thing or two, it will be of great benefit to the selection of outer disciples in one month."

All the disciples responded in unison: "Yes!"