Chapter Thirty-Six: Your Life is Mine!

  Eighty-ninth! Long Jing Tian was stunned, didn't expect to jump from over three thousand to within a hundred in one go, this step, too sudden!

  However, the ranking of the youth with a knife and the youth with a halberd should be within one hundred or around one hundred, so Long Jing Tian can suddenly rise to eighty-nine.

  At this time, in the grand hall of Zi Xiao Palace.

  Compared with the first six days, there were several times more disciples watching the ranking list in the grand hall of Zixiao Palace, with tens of thousands of people, each staring intently at the changes in the rankings and discussing them with each other.

  Of course, Longyuan Tian's entry into the top hundred did not attract the attention of his fellow disciples, who generally only paid attention to the top ten.

  "The second name in that row, Lou Qiang's, has also turned green!"

  "This Lou is indeed very powerful, and was originally also the most popular candidate for first place in this inner temple assessment. Unfortunately, he encountered an extraordinary freak, Gu Yan, otherwise, this first place would have definitely been his!"

  "Not bad, rumor has it that when he came in from the outer temple assessment, he was the number one of that year's outer temple!"

  "On this last day, the rankings are changing frequently, you see, those several in the 90s, almost every half an hour, the name changes once!"

  "Huh? The top five list has changed! Look, Fu Chen, who was originally ranked fifth, surpassed Ouyang Xue, who was fourth, and is now in fourth place!"

  "Having three pupils is indeed very demonic!"

  "How much longer will this ancient name of Manchu be changed into Red?!"

  "Red? With ten hours left until the assessment ends, I estimate that Gu Yan's name will turn red within five hours!"

  "I reckon it won't be that soon, seven hours maybe!"

  This disciple who had been estimating that Gu Yan would turn red in seven hours suddenly stopped talking, his face shocked and excited as he stared at the temple wall.

  That disciple felt something strange in his heart within about five hours, raised his head and looked up, also with his mouth wide open.

  "It's actually turned red!"

  "Gu Yan's name actually turned red!"

  "It's been over a decade since the Inner Temple assessment has seen such an occurrence. This time, Gu Yan may just shock the Headmaster!"

  "The ancient bronze war god's body has not appeared for thousands of years, it is normal for the leader of the sect to see him!"

  The entire hall of tens of thousands of disciples stared at the top-ranked, most eye-catching, and shocking red "Gu Yan" two words, all with a look of excitement.

  The great hall was filled with a buzzing noise.

  Zixiao Peak emptiness.

  The old man with a goat beard said: "Old Dragon, you've picked up a treasure this time."

  The old dragon laughed: "Of course, I'm not one to casually take on disciples. Every time I take on a new disciple, they always manage to do something astonishing!"

  The old man with a goat beard saw the old dragon's complacent face and shook his head with a smile.

  At this moment, Gu Yan stood in the ruins of the ancient city and laughed: "It's finally turned red!" The laughter was filled with endless pride, indeed, the matter of the name turning red in the inner temple assessment had not appeared for more than a decade, but Gu Yan had achieved it, he had the capital to be proud.

  "However, among the more than 20,000 disciples, not one of them is worthy of being my opponent. It's really too boring!" Gu Yan sighed to himself with his hands behind his back.

  "Murong Qian." After a while, Gu Fan looked at the third place on the list, and a stunning face appeared in his mind.

  "Huh?!" He suddenly glanced at a name below the list and let out a cry of surprise.

  "Dragon Engine, eighty-ninth name?!" Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned cold: "I didn't expect this kid to not die, and after so many days of hard fighting, he finally squeezed into the top hundred!"

  "It's good you're not dead yet, kid! I hope you don't die before I find you, your life belongs to me!"

  "I'm going to let you know what happens when you offend me - it's death!"

  Gu Yanfei flashed and disappeared instantly on the spot.

  Not long after Gu Yan disappeared, hundreds of miles away, a figure was slowly walking on the streets of the ancient city ruins. This was Long Qingtian, the young man who had solved the case with his knife and spear.

  The autumn wind is bleak and strong, blowing dust and dirt on the streets into the air.

  Long Jing Tian stepped on the ancient city's cobblestone streets with a calm face and moved forward.

  "Has this kid gone mad? He actually dares to drive so slowly on the street, doesn't he fear death?!"

  "I think this person thinks he has some real ability, so he's acting like this!"

  "Think he's got some real power? Hey, does he think he's Gu Yan or Lou Qiang? Besides these two, who dares to walk on the streets so openly, this is simply asking for death!"

  "Let's go out and kill this man! Don't let his points go to waste!"

  "Alright, let's make our move now, before someone else beats us to it!"

  Some disciples hidden in various corners of the ancient city ruins saw Long Jing Tian walking on the street and discussed it.

  In an instant, three figures flew out from the dark and landed in front of Long Jing Tian, surrounding him in a triangular formation.

  Long Jing Tian looked at the three of them, his face calm, and said: "Is it just the three of you? Are the others not planning to come out, or are they too afraid to come out?" Long Jing Tian's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the many disciples who were still hiding in the shadows.

  "Kid, you're too arrogant!"

  "Looking for death? This kid's life is mine, none of you can take him from me!"

  "Hey, his life I can let you have, but the jade token points on him are mine!"

  Long Jing Tian's words caused a burst of anger, and several shocked voices rang out. Suddenly, four figures flashed out from the shadows and landed in front of Long Jing Tian.

  "Here come four more." The nine-tailed heavenly cat, who was lying on Long Tian's shoulder, stretched its waist.

  Long Jing Tian walked so openly on the streets, naturally to lure out these disciples. These disciples hid in various hidden places, and it would be a hassle to find them one by one.

  But this method is much simpler.

  Long Jing Tian glanced at the seven people. Among these seven people, two of them were stronger than the young man who used a knife and spear previously.

  "Seven people, I wonder how much we can upgrade this time." Long Jing Tian muttered to himself.

  A scar-faced disciple sneered, "How much can you rise? You're all going to die anyway, what's the point of rising?" As soon as he finished speaking, his face twisted in a fierce expression, and with a wolf-toothed iron rod in hand, he struck at Long Jing Tian.

  "Little boy, you've arrived in hell, don't forget, your grandfather's name is Chen Gui!"

  Long Jing Tian gazed at Knife Scar with an indifferent expression, his right hand waved, and several blue, eerie ice swords appeared, instantly piercing through Knife Scar's chest from the front and emerging from his back.

  The scar-faced disciple only felt a severe pain in his chest and fell from mid-air.

  "Star, Star Soul Master?!" The other six people's faces changed color, and they exclaimed in unison.

  The scarred disciple fell to the ground, convulsed once, and then lay still.

  A great martial artist died just like this?!

  The six people withdrew their gaze and looked at Long Jing Tian. Their eyes changed, and two of them even took a step back, shocked.

  "It's actually a variant of the Ice Soul Master, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant!" One of the remaining six people, a thin-faced young man, sneered: "Interesting, interesting!"

  Among the six people, this thin-faced young man was the strongest.