I’m Pretending To Be The Xiandaomen Sect Head Teacher

In the last seven who were promoted, except for the white-clothed and masked woman, the other six were all disciples of the Immortal Sect.

When this matter spread out, not only Chen Heitan and the others, but also the reputation of Xiandaomen, will spread with it.

With the addition of the Heavenly Dao League, it is estimated that it will not be long before the reputation of Xiandaomen will spread throughout Tianyuan Prefecture.

Now some people have used the photo-taking stone to record things, and many Sects spread the situation here, praising Xiandaomen.

After Wu Xuanyue finished the battle, she returned to the Lingzhou to rest and prepare for the competition tomorrow.

Chen Heitan and the others were a little excited. They finally completed the task that the master gave them. There is no need to worry about being punished by the master. The next step is to determine the ranking.

It doesn't matter to them who is first and who is second, it's just a ranking.

It's not based on rankings to judge the brothers and sisters. If the brothers and sisters are listed by ranking, it is estimated that Xu Changsheng and the others will definitely work hard.

Who doesn't want others to call themselves brother and sister?

Jiang Beichen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Now that the apprentices are all in the top ten, and they are still in the top seven, it is impossible to punish them.

On this trip, I gained two apprentices, offended the giant Heavenly Dao League, and wasted a one-hit kill experience card to kill the Sect Leader of the Promise Dao Sect. Thinking about it carefully, I still suffer.

"No, I have to leave early tomorrow!" Jiang Beichen suddenly shouted.

Ye Lingxi, who was sleeping in his arms, was awakened and lazily raised her head to look at Master.

"Master."

"Um, it's okay, you can continue to sleep." Jiang Beichen softly soothed.

Ye Lingxi gave a confession in Jiang Beichen's arms, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"When I go back, I will almost let you Foundation Building." Jiang Beichen whispered.

Outside the Foundation Building, he was a little worried. When he returned to the Immortal Gate, there was formation isolation, Spirit Power nourishment, and his own law protection, which was relatively safe.

After thinking about it, Jiang Beichen gradually fell asleep.

Tonight, it is destined to be a restless night. Tomorrow will be the final final. The cultivators on Yuanlong Mountain rushed to tell each other, and countless believers left from Yuanlong Mountain.

Fortunately, it was night, if it was daytime, Jiang Beichen would be scared to hide when he saw this scene.

On the spirit boat of the immortal door, Chen Heitan and the others sat cross-legged, rested and recuperated.

Ge Elder looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

With the strength of Sanyang Elder's feet, he can reach the Heavenly Dao League in less than two days. Please invite the masters of the Heavenly Dao League. I don't know if the Heavenly Dao League will come tomorrow.

Ge Elder is worried about this.

When he didn't know, the current Sanyang Daoist was lying in the ditch, air intake was less than air exhaustion, his whole body was charred and there was no complete skin, and his body function was weak. If there is no one to save him, he would not survive for three days.

He can only hold his mind and keep the last bit of Spiritual Sense, otherwise Spiritual Sense will collapse and he will not be far from death.

He Qing on Yuanlong Mountain has been waiting for Sanyang Elder to send the letter back. He doesn't know at all, now Sanyang Elder is lying in the ditch waiting for someone to rescue him.

The next day.

Jiang Beichen woke up early, and today is the final. If he does not appear as a master, it will be unreasonable.

So he told Ye Lingxi to wake him up at dawn, and if he didn't wake up, wake him up. Jiang Beichen was awake when Ye Lingxi pinched his nose and couldn't breathe.

After Jiang Beichen woke up and stretched his muscles and bones, he opened the door and walked out. Chen Heitan and the others have reached the ring and are ready for the final competition.

"Congratulations to the head, regardless of the finals, the reputation of Xiandaomen is completely spread." Ge Elder stepped forward and said congratulations.

Jiang Beichen shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Why are you happy?"

"The deity has always been clean and accustomed. For me, fame and fortune are just a passing fame. I am hidden from the world, and I am tired of the world."

It's not as famous as it is, it's better to be clean. Besides, being famous is more likely to be followed. Isn't it good to keep a low profile?

Jiang Beichen's words gave Ge Elder the initiation.

"Subordinates have been taught!" Ge Elder cupped hands bowed.

Jiang Beichen nodded his head and walked to the edge of the deck to watch the situation below.

Chen Heitan and the seven of them stood on the ring, including the white-clothed masked woman, and their strength levels were not much different.

Wu Xuanyue and that person fought for a day and night, regardless of the outcome. If the seven of them compete for the ranking, the ghost knows when they will fight.

And they have set a ranking, which seems useless.

Jiang Beichen thought, leaping off his toes and floating above the ring.

Chen Heitan and the others hurriedly saluted, and the surrounding cultivators also held respect.

"Master!"

The only exception is the woman with a scarf. She did not salute, but looked directly at Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen nodded his head lightly and said calmly: "I don't have to compare when I watch the finals."

"Just draw lots to determine the rankings. Anyway, they won't fight if they are different."

Hearing this, Tie Hanlei couldn't help but was taken aback, turned his head and glanced at Chen Heitan and the others.

Other cultivators are also a little bit surprised. How is it sloppy to draw lots to determine the rankings?

But they are all your apprentices, so naturally you have the final say.

"Do you have any comments?" Jiang Beichen looked at the woman and asked.

"No!" the woman replied directly.

She and Wu Xuanyue fought for a whole day and night without knowing the outcome, and there was no need to continue the fight.

Moreover, if the other disciples were all immortal sects, even if she competed for the first place, it didn't make much sense, and it was okay to draw lots directly.

She didn't have any comments, and Tie Hanlei didn't even have any. With a wave of her hand, she let people lift the iron box up.

"Don't be so troublesome!" Jiang Beichen said lightly.

With the palm of his hand, he took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. In case he originally bought it to practice calligraphy, he knew that he could not bear the words he wrote.

Only after buying it, it has been shelved.

Jiang Beichen wrote seven capitalized numbers on rice paper, divided them into small pieces and crumpled them into one section.

"Choose one for each. The number you choose is the number one." Jiang Beichen stood up and said.

The people watching in the audience were dumbfounded.

"Is it so sloppy so early? The ranking can be determined by direct lottery. Then, what was the purpose of fighting for life and death before?"

"The strong are worthy of being strong, and a few paper groups can work out the ranking of the younger generation."

Xue Erlang listened to the discussion and looked at the paper ball on the ground, directly sour.

"I'm so sour, I knew I would not choose!"

He has regretted his intestines now. If he had known that the finals was a draw, then he would have to have a bye desperately.

"Forget it, you see that they are all disciples of Xiandaomen, and they have the right to determine their ranking as a master." A cultivator next to Xue Erlang patted him on the shoulder and said.

"There is also that woman."

"Then did you beat her?"

Xue Erlang:...

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