The Reborn Pill Emperor

"Eldest senior brother, how is it? Did the quota come out?"    

"Eldest senior brother, is there me this time?"    

Lee Zhile glanced at Ye Bufan and Yunqing, who were whispering to each other in the corner. Looking at the enthusiasm of the other junior brothers, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Why would his master make such an arrangement?    

Under the expectant eyes of the junior brothers, Lee Zhile cleared his throat and said, "The ones representing Blue Dragon Palace this time are the second junior sister Yung Ruoyu, the seventh junior brother Ye Bufan, and the eighth junior sister Yunqing!"    

"Ah..." Yung Ruoyu had the strength of Eighth Rank of Qi Stage, so it was natural for her to take a spot, but Ye Bufan and Yunqing...    

Lee Zhile once again composed himself and looked at the cultivation bases of the two men. He felt that there seemed to be some kind of barrier between Ye Bufan and Yunqing, making it impossible for anyone to see through it.    

As the person involved, Ye Bufan felt that everyone in the hall was staring at him. He asked with some confusion, "What's wrong?" Ye Bufan already knew that he and Yunqing were participating in the competition. He just didn't understand why the other senior brothers were looking at him like that.    

Lee Zhile paused for a moment and began to explain to the two of them.    

The Aoyun Sect's once-in-a-decade elite competition only ranked in the top ten! The top ten of each year would naturally become the next seeded contestant and would not participate in the preliminaries.    

Each palace master could elect three personal disciples, a total of fifteen. Then, twenty five of the official disciples would be selected, and a total of forty disciples would participate in two rounds of elimination. The top ten would compete with the seeded contestants from the last year.    

In the previous Blue Dragon Palace, only Lee Zhile was ranked third with the strength of Ninth Rank of Qi Stage. The rest of the disciples did not have the chance to enter the top ten. This time, Ye Bufan and Yunqing took the second spot out of the three spots, and the second disciple was the second senior sister, Yung Ruoyu.    

As a result, the other senior brothers lost the qualification to participate in the competition.    

Ye Bufan smiled embarrassedly and said, "So that's how it is. Why don't we go and ask our master? Let the other senior brothers go! Yunqing and I's strength... " Originally, Ye Bufan was not very interested in this kind of competition.    

Lee Zhile interrupted Ye Bufan with a serious expression, "Master must have his reasons for making this decision. You don't have to delay it. You just have to do your best! As for the other senior brothers, they won't complain either! You just have to compete properly!"    

The other senior brothers also recovered from their disappointment. They said encouraging words and kept cheering for Ye Bufan and Yunqing. They didn't complain at all because they couldn't participate in the competition.    

Under this kind of harmonious atmosphere, Ye Bufan and Yunqing looked at each other and felt warmth.    

Ye Bufan said firmly, "Although Yunqing and I are not as strong as senior brothers, we will definitely do our best!"    

Seeing junior brothers' morale increase, Lee Zhile said, "Then let's go now! Our target is Aoyun Palace!"    

In order to cultivate the comprehensive abilities of the disciples, the five Palace Masters of Aoyun Sect had already gathered in Aoyun Palace during the Elite Competition. Each of them appointed a personal disciple to represent the team and lead the disciples to participate in the competition. The Blue Dragon Palace was naturally led by the eldest senior brother, Lee Zhile.    

The main peak of Aoyun Sect, Aoyun Palace's Martial Arts Hall!    

Countless disciples of the Aoyun Sect gathered here, welcoming the once every ten years Elite Competition of the Aoyun Sect!    

The disciples of the five major palaces were gathered in one place, discussing amongst themselves...    

"Have you heard? There is a Spirit Gathering Pill in the prize for the champion of this competition. It is said that this Spirit Gathering Pill can help a Peak of Ninth Rank of Qi Stage warrior break through to the Spirit Stage!"    

"Who doesn't know about this? I heard that Fourth Palace Lord spent more than a month to refine this ___. It's a pity that we are not strong enough! Sigh..."    

The discussions in the surroundings were the most enthusiastic about the Spirit Gathering Pill. It was obvious that everyone was eager to increase their strength.    

Suddenly, some unusual activities occurred in Martial Arts Hall. At some point in time, the five Palace Masters had already appeared in the five empty seats in the center of the grandstand.    

Following the cough of the Palace Master, Martial Arts Hall immediately became quiet!    

"Greetings to the five Palace Masters!" All the disciples of Aoyun Sect said in unison.    

"Good! Very good!" When people met with a happy occasion, they were in high spirits. With a smile on his face, the palace master raised his hand to support him and said, "No need for formalities!"    

The disciples immediately stood up straight and stood together in an orderly manner, with each hall as a unit.    

They only saw a blur in front of their eyes. The Head Palace Master did not put on any airs. He suddenly disappeared and appeared in the middle of the arena.    

"In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed. The disciples' cultivation over these ten years will be verified at this moment! The rewards for this year's Elite Competition will be higher than before! " As the Head Palace Master channeled his spiritual energy, word by word, it entered everyone's ears. " Not bad, there was a Spirit Gathering Pill in this year's championship prize. It can help Peak of Ninth Rank of Qi Stage warriors break through to the Spirit Stage. As for the other rewards... We'll keep it a secret for now!" The Head Palace Master said with a smile.    

This Spirit Gathering Pill alone had already surpassed all the previous rewards. If it wasn't for the fact that the five Palace Masters were here, they would have already cheered in the crowd.    

"I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Next, the participating disciples will go to the Fifth Palace Master to draw lots. I hope everyone can achieve good results!" The palace master paused for a moment before continuing, "However, this is after all a competition between the same sect. So, let's stop here. Don't let any unnecessary casualties occur! "After saying that, the Head Palace Master disappeared and reappeared in the center of the stands.    

Every disciple who was qualified to participate in the competition was a treasure of the Aoyun Sect. Although swords and swords had no eyes, the number of casualties was too great. It was not something the five Palace Masters wanted to see.    

Lee Zhile was a seeded participant from the last year, so he naturally did not need to draw lots. Therefore, Yung Ruoyu brought Ye Bufan and Yunqing along to draw lots.    

The process of drawing lots was very simple. Each person would take a number plate. However, other than a few people who were very confident in themselves, the others all secretly prayed that they would not draw too strong opponents. Especially those official disciples, they were basically praying that they would not meet the direct disciples of the five great hall masters.    

The result of the draw was Ye Bufan's green lot number seven, Yunqing's red lot number eight, and Yung Ruoyu's red lot number two!    

Lee Zhile looked at the three people's lot numbers and said, "Fortunately, we did not meet in the first round. Now I hope that we do not meet too strong opponents!"    

Of course, Li Shile's prayers were only directed at Ye Bufan and Yunqing. Although his master often praised them, they were still young and had just entered the sect not long ago.    

Lee Zhile believed that as long as Yung Ruoyu's luck was not too bad, she would have no problem passing the preliminaries.    

"Why is my signature green?" Ye Bufan asked, "Does this sign need to be divided into men and women?"    

Yung Ruoyu was teased by Ye Bufan until she smiled sweetly and said, "If you are number seven green, then your opponent is number seven red!"    

Ye Bufan looked at Yunqing's lot again. The two of them said, "That was close!"    

Swoosh... A figure flashed, and a person appeared on the ten arenas of Martial Arts Hall! The clothes he wore were slightly different from the clothes worn by ordinary people. Everyone's chest was marked with a blood red magic word! The black cloth covered their faces, only revealing their two eyes. It gave people a mysterious feeling.    

"It's the law enforcement team!" Someone exclaimed.    

With the Heavenly Curtain Spell, Ye Bufan could tell that all ten of them were Ninth Rank of Qi Stage warriors! He couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. The Aoyun Sect was able to become a big sect that had been passed down for many years. It was true that they had a lot of resources and resources. If the people in the arena were to take it to Wanfeng Country, they would be able to dominate wherever they went.    

"They are..." Ye Bufan asked.    

Lee Zhile said in a low voice, "This is the law enforcement team in the sect! They are responsible for carrying out some special tasks."    

Ye Bufan thought for a moment. It should be similar to the agents in his previous life!    

"Please enter the competition based on your signature number!" Fifth Palace Master's loud and clear voice spread across the entire arena.    

As the three of them were all nobodies, they had to enter the arena for the first round.    

"All the best!" After exchanging greetings, they each walked to the corresponding ring with their signature numbers.    

Other than Lee Zhile who followed Ye Bufan to his ring, the other senior brothers followed Yung Ruoyu. After all, the battle between the strong was more attractive to them.    

"Your luck is not bad. Your opponent is not the direct disciple of the five palace masters!" Lee Zhile looked at the opponent who had been waiting for Ye Bufan on the seventh stage and said happily.    

On the seventh ring, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was wearing the uniform of Aoyun Sect, and a large heavy sword was resting on his shoulder. He was looking around, waiting for his opponent.    

Ye Bufan saw that his opponent was only at the sixth level of the Qi Stage and said to Lee Zhile, "Big senior brother, I'm going up!"    

Lee Zhile nodded and said, "Be careful, do your best!" Obviously, Lee Zhile could tell that the opponent was at the sixth level of the Qi Stage, so he was not too optimistic.    

Ye Bufan nodded and did not explain. He tapped his feet lightly on the ground and landed on the seventh ring.    

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Bufan, who was wearing the uniform of a direct disciple of Blue Dragon Palace, and his heart turned cold. The big sword was placed down from his shoulder and his hands were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. As if he was facing a great enemy, he said, "I am Ling Changkong, an official disciple of Aoyun Sect. Please advise me!"    

"The seventh disciple of Blue Dragon Palace, Ye Bufan, please advise!" Ye Bufan waved his left hand and a dragon's roar sounded in front of his chest.    

Who knew that after Ye Bufan announced his name, Ling Changkong seemed to suddenly relax a lot, "So it's senior brother Ye!" Although he called him senior brother, it was still difficult to conceal the disdain in his eyes.    

The news of Ye Bufan emerging from the competition and being accepted as Second Palace Lord's personal disciple had spread widely among the official disciples. Many people were secretly sighing about the injustice of fate. Why hadn't they encountered such a fortuitous encounter?    

Those who could become an official disciple of Aoyun Sect naturally wouldn't have too bad of a talent. There were no small number of talented people, and Ling Changkong was one of them. When he found out about Ye Bufan's identity, he decided that he would definitely put Ye Bufan under his feet today. He would tell everyone that he also had outstanding talent.    

Before this, he had secretly sighed about his bad luck, to actually get a direct disciple. But now, he felt that the God of Luck had finally arrived. As long as he could defeat Ye Bufan, he would naturally appear in the eyes of the five Palace Masters. Because Ye Bufan had the identity of Second Palace Lord's direct disciple.    

As for losing? Ling Changkong had never thought of losing!    

Ye Bufan saw Ling Changkong's expression and knew what he was thinking. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "Do you think it's luck that I can become Second Palace Lord's direct disciple?"    

"Isn't it?" Ling Changkong also had his own pride in being able to cultivate to the sixth level of the Qi Stage at this age.    

The masked judge didn't seem to notice that the two of them were opposing each other, and said, "The competition begins!"    

With a bang, Ling Changkong pulled out his heavy sword. He clenched his fists tightly and said in an overbearing manner, "I don't need any inner strength in this match. Otherwise, you will say that I am taking advantage of you!"    

Ye Bufan stretched out his finger and said, "You're welcome. Show me your strength of a sixth level Qi Stage! Ye Bufan's arm moved slightly, and the Dragon Roar Sword appeared in Ye Bufan's hand along with a light buzzing sound. As Ye Bufan injected his inner strength, a clear dragon roar appeared in the Martial Exhibition Hall.    

After a moment of silence in the hall, everyone looked at the seventh stage!    

Ling Changkong's expression changed dramatically. Ye Bufan was also an expert at Qi Stage, and judging from the inner strength he injected into the sword, he was definitely not weaker than a Fourth Stage Qi Stage! How did he do it? This... Impossible!    

Ye Bufan pointed the sword sheath in his left hand at Ling Changkong and said domineeringly, "Before the sword sheath lands on the ground, you are still on the arena. Consider it my loss!"    

After saying that, Ye Bufan played with his left hand, and the sword sheath flew up into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air. The people who were attracted by the dragon cry heard Ye Bufan's arrogant words, but before they could exclaim in surprise, Ye Bufan's figure had already disappeared from where he was.    

As soon as Ye Bufan finished speaking, Ling Changkong felt a sense of unease rise in his heart. He hurriedly pressed his feet on the ground, and his body suddenly started to spin. With every turn, the heavy sword in his hand swung out more than ten times. It formed a fan-shaped sword curtain that protected his entire body, and continued to spread outwards. Like layers of waves, it surged towards Ye Bufan's direction.    

Although Ling Changkong didn't believe that Ye Bufan had that kind of strength, the uneasiness in his heart made him have no choice but to treat it carefully. When he raised his head and saw that the sword sheath that Ye Bufan threw had already begun to fall from exhaustion, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger!    

A sword whistle, like a tiger's roar, like a dragon's roar... instantly spread throughout the entire scene! A dazzling sword light, like the brightness in the darkness, looked for the gaps in the layers of sword curtains and pointed straight at Ling Changkong's eyes!    

Ling Changkong was greatly alarmed. He had never thought that his most prized move, "Gathering Wind and Cloud," would actually be broken through from the front! His feet moved slightly, and his body dodged to the left.    

As Ling Changkong dodged, the sword curtains disappeared along with him. Before he could see Ye Bufan's figure clearly, he suddenly felt a powerful force coming from his left shoulder. Under the effect of this force, his entire body flew out of the arena.    

On the arena, Ye Bufan raised his right hand, and the dragon roar pointed to the sky, just in time to be covered by the scabbard that fell at the right time.