Zhang Xing also knew about this segment in advance, so he didn't object.
He only asked Mo Caiyi if he could get first place if no one was his match.
And if those sect leaders couldn't challenge him.
The answer to the first question was yes.
But Mo Caiyi couldn't answer the second question.
Because Zhang Xing was a special case.
There had never been such a young consecrator in history.
In terms of seniority, he was the same generation as the sect leaders.
Even if they challenged him, it would be reasonable.
However, Mo Caiyi wasn't sure if those sect leaders would lower themselves to challenge a 12-year-old boy.
Mo Caiyi wasn't worried about Zhang Xing.
She was afraid that Zhang Xing's nine dragons would rush up and beat up the sect leaders who challenged him.
Beasts or dragons could participate in the battle.
If that happened, those who challenged him wouldn't have the face to stay here anymore.
Unknowingly, it would bring a lot of hatred to Mo Yushan.
Zhang Xing asked this because he had a plan.
These sect leaders and city lords were all rich people. If he couldn't win some spirit stones from them, there was no need to fight.
The rules of the Spirit Seizing Competition were the competition between junior disciples.
If a sect leader challenged Zhang Xing, it would be a spar between the top bosses. It would have nothing to do with the Spirit Seizing Competition.
After receiving Mo Caiyi's ambiguous answer, Zhang Xing could only wait and see.
Seeing Feng Wuji appear, Zhang Xing also stood up and walked over slowly.
Feng Wuji didn't just want to slap Zhang Xing's face, he also wanted to slap Mo Caiyi's face.
Twenty years ago, when South Sea Cliff held an event, Feng Bubai of Mo Yushan was invincible.
He ruthlessly beat up the third generation disciples of South Sea Cliff.
He was mocked by the other sects for a long time.
He had made sufficient preparations this time to challenge Feng Bubai.
However, he felt that challenging Zhang Xing would embarrass Mo Yushan even more.
Moreover, Zhang Xing looked like he was easy to bully.
"Consecrator Zhang, show your strength. Don't hide it."
Feng Wuji couldn't see through Zhang Xing's cultivation, so he sneered.
He clasped his hands behind his back and stood proudly. He didn't treat Zhang Xing as a senior at all.
"Your cultivation is low, so of course you can't see my cultivation level. Don't you know this common sense?"
"I've lived for so long in vain."
Zhang Xing's voice was not loud. He seemed to be mumbling, but everyone present heard him clearly.
Puff!
Feng Wuji was so angry that he almost choked.
The disciples of the other sects also had ugly expressions as they glared at Zhang Xing.
The impact of this sentence was too great, and they all subconsciously sat down according to their numbers.
On the contrary, the Devil Jade Mountain disciples were very happy.
Of course, they knew Zhang Xing's realm. They felt that he was not talking about them.
Moreover, now that Zhang Xing was one of their flags, they had unknowingly treated him as one of their own.
With a cold snort, Feng Wuji shut his mouth and decided not to waste any more words with Zhang Xing.
"Come out, my beast!"
He took out his Beast Collar and shook it.
Swoosh!
A two-headed blue beast with lava flowing from the corner of its mouth appeared next to him.
"Level Eight Blue Flame Beast!"
Hiss!
The eyes of the disciples from the other sects turned cold, and they all sucked in a breath of cold air.
This Demon Beast was the king of the land.
Even the Earth Dragon didn't dare to provoke it.
This beast had spent most of its life in the Land of Extreme Heat.
On an island at South Sea Cliff, there was a natural Land of Extreme Heat that had formed over hundreds of millions of years.
Every ten years or so, extremely hot magma would erupt from there.
After a year, the Blue Flame Beast would return there to cultivate.