Chapter 69 Failure

Tianyahai Pavilion.

On the large central platform, thousands of disciples of Tianya Hai Pavilion were sitting in a group, and above was an elders' council composed of thirty-two elders.

In the open space below the Presbyterian Church, there are still several disciples standing, and Xin Yue is one of them.

It's just that Xin Yue, who has always been majestic and domineering, doesn't look good at this moment.

His body was covered in blood and his face was quite gloomy.

He glanced viciously at the simple-faced man next to him. His name was Fan Chenglong, and he was also his biggest opponent in this Young Master election.

The selection of the young master is based on personal combat strength, two martial arts tests on command and combat, and one literary test on faction management policies.

The Chinese language test is reviewed by the Presbyterian Council, while the martial arts test is half scored by the disciples and the Presbyterian Council. The one with the highest combined scores among the three wins. Among them, commanding operations requires the participating disciples to recruit their own personnel. They can only choose from their own sect. The number of people is no more than twenty, and the level is no more than the inner demon. It not only tests the commanding ability, but also the most important ones are the personal connections and prestige. .

Xin Yue is not very confident in the literary test, but he is quite confident in the martial arts test. Both his personal force and the prestige of the sect are higher than those of his disciples.

But the truth was beyond his expectation.

He never expected that Fan Chenglong would be so powerful. In the personal battle, Xin Yue had to fight Fan Chenglong for a whole day before narrowly winning by just one move.

That's all. No matter what, I still take first place in terms of personal combat power.

But the commanding of operations was beyond his expectations.

Originally, Xin Yue had already recruited many good players in the faction to command the battle this time. But he didn't expect that Fan Chenglong would win over more people than him, and even pull over such good players as Chen Shu, Han Chen, and Jiang Xin. But they are clearly from He Songxu and Luo Anbo!

These guys actually teamed up to deal with him!

Fan Chenglong, how many benefits did you give to He Songxu, Luo Anbo and the others to make them willing to give up the fight for the young master and still block him?

Thinking of this, Xin Yue's lungs almost exploded with anger.

The sudden change caught Xin Yue off guard, and Fan Chenglong actually had the upper hand in commanding the battle.

And I don’t know how,

Fan Chenglong's group of people were all as brave as if they had taken medicine, and their combat power was much higher than what they had known before.

The result was that no matter how hard Xin Yue tried, he was unable to make a comeback and was ultimately defeated.

The most terrible thing is that during the battle, one of Xin Yue's subordinates even accidentally chopped the opponent's man into serious injuries, and blood even splashed on Xin Yue's body.

Injuring someone in a martial arts contest is a taboo in the sect!

Xin Yue could feel that everyone looked at him with unkind eyes.

Despite this, Xin Yue believes that he will still win.

Because he knew that Fan Chenglong's literary test ability was not even as good as his own.

What the elders are about to announce at this moment is everyone’s literary test evaluation.

An old man with gray hair stood up and said:

"Now announce the results of the literary test."

"He Songxu, his score in the literary test was below A."

There was a round of applause.

Tianya Haige's literary examination scores are divided into four grades: A, B, C and D. Each grade is divided into upper, middle and lower. It is never easy to get into the first grade. He Songxu is considered the smartest among all his disciples, but he has a soft temperament and is difficult to make decisions. In addition, his own strength is limited. Although he has the talent to govern the faction, he lacks the power to obey the crowd. He is suitable to be a military advisor, not to govern. Therefore, everyone was prepared for his high score but not envious, because they all knew that he had little chance.

"Luo Anbo, the liberal arts test score is C grade."

The audience burst into applause again.

For Luo Anbo, who is as thick as a gorilla, this score is pretty good. This man was extremely powerful in combat, but it was a pity that he was too brainless, exactly the opposite of He Songxu. From the beginning, everyone knew that he would definitely die in the literary test. In fact, everyone judged that he would be able to pass the D grade, and being able to pass the C grade was enough to give him applause.

"Xin Yue, your liberal arts test scores are above B."

Hearing this result, Xin Yue let out a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't make it to Class A, to be honest, this was the best result he could get. The fact that he got this result probably had something to do with the examiners he bribed. For this battle, he also spent all the wealth he had accumulated over the years. It's heartbreaking to think about more than two million spiritual coins. But it would be nice to be able to suppress Fan Chenglong. With Fan Chenglong's mind, he couldn't be better than himself.

"Fan Chenglong, his score in the liberal arts examination is above B."

Applause broke out.

Xin Yue's whole body was also shaken, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore and shouted: "This is impossible!"

"What did you say?" the old man who read out shouted with his eyes wide open.

Xin Yue was startled and said hurriedly: "Elder, don't be surprised, the disciple is just confused. Fan Chenglong's Japanese language test scores have never been hovering between C and B at best. Why did he suddenly get above B today?" Already?"

"It's a joke." He Songxu, who was next to him, had already interjected: "Your literary test is only in the second class at best. How did you get the upper class in the second class?"

"You!" Xin Yue looked at He Songxu angrily, but He Songxu glared back at him without fear. On the contrary, Fan Chenglong still had a dull expression and said nothing, "Don't influence the elder's announcement of the results."

Although Fan Chenglong is usually a bit dull, he is fair and upright, and has always been respected by his peers.

After he said this, even Xin Yue didn't say anything more. He held back his tone, thinking that even so, it was just a draw, and the final result would still be decided by the Council of Elders and the disciples meeting.

The decision was submitted to the Council of Elders long before it was read.

At this moment, after the people of the Presbyterian Church talked among themselves, the grizzled old man announced the result: "The winner of this young master's battle is... Fan Chenglong!"

These words were like a muffled thunder exploding in Xin Yue's ears, which made Xin Yue and the people who followed him feel dizzy for a while.

"How could this happen? Brother Xin actually lost?" Everyone looked on dumbfounded, but instead there was a roar of applause from the sidelines.

"No! I don't believe it!" Xin Yue shouted.

After more than eighty years of hard training, running through life and death for the sect, and gaining great fame, all for this moment.

But when the moment came, the winner turned out to be not him. How could he be convinced?

He shouted at the gray old man: "I don't believe it, how could I lose? Yes, he, Fan Chenglong, defeated me in commanding the battle, but in terms of personal combat power, I won. We tied again in the literary test , there is no distinction between the three parties, why should I lose to him?"

This time, the old man was not angry. He only glanced at him and said coldly: "Then why do you think you should be the winner?"

"Why? Of course it's based on the prestige in the sect. From the elders to the disciples, when can Fan Chenglong surpass me in terms of prestige? Since everyone chooses to support it, of course the party with higher prestige will win!"

"Are you so confident that your prestige is higher than that of Fan Chenglong?" The gray-haired old man sneered, pointed forward and said, "Why don't you look around you and see how many people are cheering for Fan Chenglong's victory?"

Xin Yue's heart trembled, and when he looked back, he saw countless disciples of Tianya Hai Pavilion shouting and cheering at this moment. Even the usually serious uncles were smiling and applauding Fan Chenglong.

Not to mention He Songxu and Luo Anbo next to him came directly to hug Fan Chenglong, as if they had been praying for this moment for a long time.

The gray old man even said: "If you still don't believe it, I might as well tell you directly that in this selection, as many as 50% of Fan Chenglong's disciples approve of it, while the ones who approve of you...hehe, less than 10%."

Less than 10%?

Xin Yue heard as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

The gray old man seemed to think it was not exciting enough, and added: "Oh, by the way, not everyone in the elders approves of you. This time, only nine people in the thirty-two elders support you, and Fan There are seventeen people in Chenglong. Oh, by the way, I myself support Fan Chenglong."

What?

Xin Yue's vision went dark and he almost fainted.

The cheers to celebrate the victory continued, but as a loser, Xin Yue had no chance with him.

He just walked away alone, no one paid attention to him, like a lost dog, even the people who had sworn allegiance to him no longer followed him, but watched him leave silently.

After putting all his chips on the line and losing the bet, Xin Yue no longer deserves the attention of others.

He walked blankly along the path between the gardens until two figures appeared in front of him.

It's Xu Miaoran and Hongyuan.

Xin Yue was slightly startled: "You...why are you here?"

Then Xin Yue smiled: "If it's about the engagement, then you can rest assured now, because if I lose, your father will not marry you to me."

"I know." Xu Miaoran replied: "I'm here just to tell you why you lost."

Xin Yue was stunned, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind. He suddenly woke up and shouted: "It's you, is it you?"

"It's not too late to understand." Xu Miaoran strolled over and said, "It was I who persuaded He Songxu and Luo Anbo to give up this fight and help Fan Chenglong succeed through overt and covert efforts; it was also I who bribed a large number of fellow disciples and elders to stop their support. You turned to support Fan Chenglong; it was me who helped Fan Chenglong and his people improve their strength and defeated you in commanding operations; it was me who spun rumors about you, ruined your reputation, and made many people who were not convinced by me The people you bribed have also lost confidence in you; even the matter of cutting and wounding people in command operations was arranged by me. There are always some elders who are not easy to bribe, so I can only use this method to lower their impression of you... all of this It's all my doing."

"You!" Xin Yue was so angry that his lungs were about to explode: "Why, why did you do this? Do you know how much hard work I have put in for today? In order for them to choose me, I spent a lot of spiritual money alone. More than two million. That’s five years of my hard work!”

Xu Miaoran said disdainfully: "Then do you know how much I have spent? I have spent 23 million in the past few days alone. This does not include what I promised but have not yet paid. It is expected that within the next fifteen days, I have to pay at least 10 million to those people. What is your more than 2 million? In order to deal with you, I have used dozens of times as much as you! Five years is nothing, even a lifetime, I am willing to spare it!"

"Bitch!" Xin Yue was so angry that she almost went crazy. He raised his hand and slapped her down.

Xu Miaoran did not dodge, but stood upright and allowed him to hit him.

Snapped!

A loud slap fell on Xu Miaoran's face, leaving a bright red palm mark on her face.

The next moment, a violent roar was heard: "Xin Yue, what crime do you deserve for attacking a fellow disciple!"

Mu Ran looked back and saw an elder striding over, holding a crystal ball in his hand. There was also a picture reflected on the crystal ball, which was exactly the scene of Xin Yue slapping Xu Miaoran.

Xin Yue took a breath of air and looked at Xu Miaoran again. At that moment, he finally understood and said in a trembling voice: "You plotted against me!"

Xu Miaoran replied expressionlessly: "I have bribed so many people, and it is destined to be impossible to hide from anyone. You will know sooner or later. Rather than leaving you with a grudge and looking for revenge, I would rather take action and get rid of you first. Don't worry, Paili. I won't do anything to you. But when you failed to fight for the young master, you became angry and slapped the daughter of the true king. It was a big mistake. From now on, you are no longer suitable to stay at the headquarters of Tianya Haige. After the Council of Elders makes a decision, we will let you You guard Lengquan Pass as an exile, and from now on, you are not allowed to leave without orders."

Xin Yue's whole body went limp after these words.

Lengquan Pass is a bitter cold place with few resources but many risks. It has always been the most difficult place in Tianya Haige. If you are in exile but guarding, then you won't even get any contribution, it can be said that your work is in vain. But he couldn't refuse. If he refused, he would be a traitor and could be executed.

Looking at Xu Miaoran at this moment, Xin Yue finally began to regret his choice.

"Witch!" He said these two words from between his teeth.

"Excellent." Xu Miaoran accepted this evaluation calmly. This was not the first time that a woman from Tianyahai Pavilion was called a witch, but it was a rare occurrence from a disciple of this sect.

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