"Forget it~" Mo Jianli shook his head slightly and whispered a few words to Zhu Junfeng.
"Hehe." Zhu Junfeng rose to his feet, stepped onto his flying sword, and soared onto the arena again. Smiling, he said, "Changsheng Academy is only here to make up the numbers; we cannot compare with Little Gold Temple or Jiangchao Temple. Still, so that all our fellow townsfolk may witness a splendid performance, Changsheng Academy has also arranged a simple lineup. In a moment, we will exchange pointers with the immortal friends of Little Gold Temple and Jiangchao Temple!"
As he spoke, Zhu Junfeng announced Changsheng Academy's roster: Zhang Chunyang, Liu Chun, Jiming, Fan Xiang, Du Yuechen, Tai'an, Qiu Jian, Li Momo, Ji Dong, and Mo Jianli.
"Amitabha, the three rosters have been decided!" Zen Master Mingyue said with a smile. "Dean Zhu and this humble monk shall serve as arbiters, and all you benefactors below the arena shall serve as arbiters as well! Let us wait and see which immortal friend will laugh last!"
"Good..." The crowd below the arena had clearly been waiting for this for ages. Now they applauded wildly, urging the Buddhist sect, the Daoists, and the Confucian cultivators to begin their contest.
"Go on!" Xiao Hua slapped his hand, took out the demonic staff he had stored away, and handed it to Yuan Ya. "Let this old man see just how capable you truly are!"
"Yes..." Yuan Ya leaped down from the donkey cart, caught the demonic staff in midair, and, as he landed, stamped a deep footprint into the ground!
Naturally, Yuan Ya had no need for a ladder. With the demonic staff in hand, he sprang forward, kicked off one of the arena's pillars, and borrowed the momentum to vault easily onto the stage!
With a clang,