"The last number of ghosts in Xinluo was 1,510, of which the number of ghosts in the Mahayana period was 531." After checking with several elders, Chen Tianxing finally confirmed the number of ghosts in Xinluo.

Then he announced loudly.

Wow!

"One thousand, five hundred and ten ghosts! He actually has so many ghosts?"

"Sure enough, I knew that he had stolen the ghosts of three aristocratic families. How could his ghosts be less than the others?"

"Yes, how can it be possible that the total number of ghosts in the hands of the four people is not large?"

"So, he is the final winner of this competition. It's really enviable to think about. I heard that Miss Chen Jiaqi is as beautiful as a fairy and has good character. She is really the best candidate for a Taoist companion!

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"Alas! It's a pity that we don't have this fate. Even if we want to marry, it will only be for those young men from aristocratic families!" Seeing this result, everyone in the square was shocked.

Obviously, compared to the result of the competition, what they envied more was that after winning the competition, they would be able to marry the proud daughter of the Chen family. This was what made him envious and jealous.

"Lost! Lost! I actually lost!" Feng Gaohua's expression was extremely ugly at this time. More than 1,200 ghosts did not expect that he would lose in the end.

"Haha! Feng Gaohua, you should wake up now, right? You are destined to not win in this competition!" Dongfang Feibai suddenly laughed.

He was actually very nervous just now. After all, Feng Gaohua really exceeded his expectations. There were more than 1,200 ghosts, but he only got a few dozen ghosts in total.

Fortunately, his ghost was snatched away by Cheng Yu, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to say it, at least he didn't want to be laughed at by Feng Gaohua.

Fortunately, Cheng Yu was strong enough to capture the ghosts of the Chen family and the Ji family. Otherwise, Feng Gaohua would have really won, which would have made him very unhappy.

But now, he is very happy. Just as he imagined, all the aristocratic families lost, and Xinluo was the final winner.

"It's not like you won. What do you have to be proud of? At least my ghost was not snatched away!" Feng Gaohua snorted coldly.

"Haha, I'm just happy. My ghost has been robbed. At least I know that I have no hope of winning. Unlike some people, who are still living in their own dreams. Now that I know the result, do I feel more uncomfortable?

Haha!" Dongfang Feibai didn't care at all, he just wanted to make Feng Gaohua feel uncomfortable.

This guy ruined his good deeds when he first entered the soul hunting ground. Not only did he rob the ghosts he encountered, but he also let the remaining Mahayana ghosts run away.

Now that he saw Feng Gaohua lose, he felt relieved. This was because Feng Gaohua deserved it.

If Feng Gaohua hadn't snatched his ghosts back then, maybe he wouldn't have been so unlucky. After staying there for so long, he only found a dozen ghosts.

"Humph!" Feng Gaohua felt really sad now, but he had nothing to do.

In fact, he also wanted to confirm the number of Xinluo's ghosts himself, but making such a request seemed too arrogant, so he had to give up the idea.

After all, everyone's soul hunting bag is inspected by Chen Tianxing, the head of the Chen family, and several elders. I believe that the Chen family will not be so shameless and manipulate it.

It's just that he is still a little unwilling in his heart. After all, it is indeed quite difficult to get more than 1,200 ghosts.

But in the end, he still lost to an unknown person. He would be damned if he felt better.

But what puzzled him was that this Xinluo looked like this. How could he be able to snatch the ghosts from Dongfang Feibai, Ji Yang and Chen Qiuhan at the same time?

The Ji family is a famous swordsmanship family, and the swordsmanship is very powerful. Moreover, he heard that Ji Yang has cultivated into the sword realm during this period, and his strength has greatly increased. Even if he meets Ji Yang, he may not have much chance of winning.

He doesn't think Chen Qiuhan's strength is stronger than his own, but he must be stronger than any of Xinluo and the other three.

As for Dongfang Feibai, he had fought against him personally. He knew his strength very well, and it was not that simple.

However, it was really hard for him to understand that three people with good abilities could fall into Xinluo's hands.

"Is it true, as everyone said, what despicable means did these people use to snatch the ghost from their hands?" Feng Gaohua thought in confusion.

"You should be open-minded. The Yin Soul was robbed by such a group of people who can't stand the stage. It really brings shame to the family!" Feng Gaohua saw Dongfang Feibai's reaction to Xinluo snatching his Yin Soul.

He didn't seem to pay too much attention to the matter, and he also had a lot of doubts in his heart, so as soon as an idea came to him, he couldn't help but test it casually.

"Even Ji Yang's ghost has been snatched away by them, so what do I have to be ashamed of? Brother Ji Yang, what do you think?" Dongfang Feibai said with a smile.

Although he lost more than a dozen ghosts at the beginning, he got Cheng Yu the chance to refine three quasi-elixirs for him. His deal could be said to be quite successful. Why should he be disappointed?

Moreover, if his ghost was not given to Cheng Yu, he would not be able to win the competition. In this case, why is he unhappy?

As for how embarrassing it was to lose to Cheng Yu? If he hadn't met Cheng Yu, he might have thought so. But after personally experiencing Cheng Yu's power, he wouldn't think that Cheng Yu was incompetent...

Their world worships the strong. Cheng Yu's strength is indeed strong enough. Even the late Mahayana is vulnerable to him. If such an opponent underestimates him, he will only die in an ugly way.

He will not tell Feng Gaohua Cheng Yu's secret, and he even hopes that Feng Gaohua will offend Cheng Yu. What is the best thing?

"Winning or losing is a common thing for a military strategist. I, Ji Yang, am not the best in the world. If I lose, I lose. There is nothing to be ashamed of!" Ji Yang said lightly.

It was naturally a shameful thing for his ghost soul to be robbed. However, now that it had happened, what could he do? He could only pretend to be noble.

And in front of so many people, what can he do? Do you dare to have another fight with Cheng Yu? You might as well remain elegant!

"Qimei, now you can finally rest assured, Xinluo has lived up to your expectations!" On the other side, Chen Hongyuan smiled happily.

He was quite satisfied with this result. He knew that since Cheng Yu followed him in, it would be difficult to say who would win and who would lose in this competition.

Sure enough, Cheng Yu did not disappoint him. He knew that Xinluo was currently in the middle stage of Mahayana, and his strength might be good, but Cheng Yu must have played a greater role.

"Win! Win!" Chen Xinran covered her face with her hands and her eyes were red. She was very excited at this time and wanted to rush over and hug Xinluo right away.

However, in such an occasion, she naturally knows the importance.

However, at this moment, a Chen family disciple suddenly came to Chen Tianxing and whispered a few words in his ear!
Chapter completed!