A week had passed and the solo battles were about to end today.
Next was the five-man battle.
As usual, a team would fight three battles. If they won three battles, they would win. If they lost three times, they would be eliminated.
If they lost once or twice, it was still up to the judges. Usually, unless they were extremely strong, they would only have a chance if they were unlucky and met a stronger opponent. Such a situation would not occur in the early stages.
There were so many people in the competition. No one liked to find an opponent they couldn't defeat at the start. They also wouldn't find an opponent they weren't confident in.
Qinchuan's team consisted of five people. Qinchuan was one of them. Lang Yuan was slightly weaker as she had always been in the Zone of Chaos.
Lang Yuan didn't participate. Cai Fangyong, Lang Tong, and two other young juniors were Lang Tong's children.
This was requested by Qinchuan. Although they were Lang Tong's children and were considered young, they were close to middle-aged and had decent abilities.
They were the elites of the Lang family.
Lang Zi and Lang Zhong.
The five-man battle began.
Such a battle tested the teamwork and formation skills of the team.
An individual was slightly stronger, but when it was five against five, there were many factors that could determine victory. For example, there was a strong formation, a strong combination battle technique, etc.
Qin Chuan looked at the constantly changing battle scene on the stage. He learned a lot from it and gained a lot from it.
"Qinchuan, we challenge you!"
A loud voice rang out.
Five people stood on the stage. The one who spoke was a young man.
The five-man battle wasn't just limited to the young. There were people of all ages in the team.
Wind Resistance City's An family.
However, An Jin and the fatty didn't appear.
Among them, only the man who spoke was slightly younger. The others were almost all old.
On Qinchuan's side, Lang Tong was considered an old man. Cai Fangyong was a middle-aged man. Qinchuan, Lang Zi, and Lang Zhong were all young.
The An family belonged to the Saint.
Qinchuan was used to being targeted by the Saint. If the other party didn't do anything, Qinchuan would be surprised.
Since he had sent his face to be slapped, he would be letting himself down if he did not do so.
Qinchuan didn't intend to do it himself, so he gave Lang Tong and Cai Fangyong the 12 Flower God Positions and used the Five Element Holy Buddha Formation.
The battle began.
Qinchuan asked Lang Zi and Lang Zhong to rest at his place.
The moment the battle started, Lang Tong and Cai Fangyong charged over.
The other party was obviously stunned, because this was not a normal routine.
However, the faces of the five of them lit up, and they sneered in agreement.
"You don't know what's good for you. You think you're invincible just because you're in the limelight? You think you can beat the five of us with just the two of you? You're overestimating yourself," said the leader with a sneer.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Bang!
The previous scene replayed, and then everyone saw the scene of two people suppressing five people.
That scene was enjoyable and shocking.
It was too violent, so violent that it made people feel a sense of impact and enjoyment.
The saint was also dumbfounded. What was going on?
What was going on …
His face was extremely gloomy, but at this time, everyone's gazes were on the martial arena, and no one paid attention to him.
However, one person had an idea.
Qinchuan.
Qinchuan had been paying attention to the saint's expression, and at this moment, he gave the saint a meaningful smile. Very soon, before the Holy Sect Martial Meet ended, Qinchuan would be able to give the saint a huge surprise.
He was looking forward to the scene when Lang Ji fully recovered and appeared here. What would it be like?
A big sect wasn't a one-person sect. Regardless of the relationship between the current sect master and the saint, it was useless even if the current sect master was the saint's father.
The Holy Sect wasn't a family, and the position of sect master wasn't hereditary. It was a competition for the position, and it depended on one's abilities.
There were many people who supported Lang Ji, and there were also many who opposed the current sect master. As long as Lang Ji could come out, the situation would definitely change.
This time, Lang Yuan Sacred Gate's performance refreshed everyone's understanding.
Lang Tong's strength made many people guess when the conflict between Lang Tong and the saint would intensify.
Everyone knew that Lang Tong and Lang Ji were close brothers, and some even started to discuss whether Lang Tong could save his brother.
Lang Tong was still very strong, and after being amplified by Qinchuan's Deity Position, his strength was a little excessive. Even in the main Holy Sect, there were probably very few who could defeat Lang Tong.
Unless it was those old monsters.
However, those old monsters didn't ask about the Holy Sect's matters, and they wouldn't even ask who the sect master was. They would only ask when the Holy Sect was in danger of being exterminated.
At this moment, the saint's suppressed anger surged up again, and he felt as though he was going to burn the heavens.
Several times in a row, his methods were neutralized. Not only were they neutralized, but he was also slapped in the face, and the slaps were especially vicious.
The day's competition ended.
The saint returned to his residence.
"Elder Wu, this Qinchuan isn't simple," said the saint.
"Actually, you don't have to worry. After the competition ends, isn't it just a spar between the prospective saints? You can let him become a prospective saint, and once he becomes a prospective saint, he can use any methods he wants." Elder Wu said.
The saint had actually thought of this method, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome. He thought that he would be able to deal with him easily.
…
Qinchuan was very relaxed, and unknowingly, half a month passed. The competition was very smooth, and Lang Ji's cultivation and injuries were basically healed.
Lang Ji's strength was really terrifying, and even Qinchuan didn't know how strong he was. Moreover, the aura he exuded was the aura of a grandmaster.
His aura was like the ocean, and it was as ethereal as the clouds.
Lang Ji was very happy. Lang Ji, his wife, Qinchuan, and Lang Yuan drank tea and chatted.
They were like a family.
"Uncle, how is the Holy Sect in the Holy Region?" Qinchuan thought about it and asked.
Lang Ji smiled at Qinchuan and said softly, "Do you know how big the Holy Region is?"
Qinchuan shook his head. "I really don't know."
"The Holy Region can be said to be vast and boundless. This is just a small part of the Holy Region, and there is an even wider world outside. Under normal circumstances, no one would come and disturb the peace here, just like how this place wouldn't interfere with the Southern Heavens World. Of course, this is under normal circumstances."
"A flower, a world, a leaf, a bodhi. Everyone lives in their own world. Only when you have the ability to jump out of this world will you be able to see everything clearly." Lang Ji looked at Qinchuan and smiled.
Qinchuan understood a little, or rather, he did before, but it wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface. Now, it was even clearer.
"I understand!" Qinchuan smiled.