Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

The selection of the top three sects is not just for themselves; it is also closely related to the bottom four sects! The various sects participating in the competition are like those engaged in a fierce contest. The final results will determine who can advance to the top three sects. The top three sects are overjoyed, while the four sects that rank at the bottom will become the new bottom four sects. It is truly a dramatic and ever-changing event!

"The landscape of this continent is about to change drastically..." someone couldn't help but sigh, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.

"Who knows! Even if the high-end combat power is strong, we can't underestimate the strength of the new generation!" Another cultivator from a sect responded meaningfully, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The news immediately caused an uproar among the major sects, like a powder keg ready to explode. The sects under the Spirit Hall, in particular, were ecstatic. They knew the outcome of this re-election was likely out of their reach, but the Spirit Hall's decision seemed to ignite a spark of hope for them.

It should be understood that as long as the Haotian Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect compete fiercely, one of the top three sects will inevitably become vacant!
This is a golden opportunity for them! If they can successfully join one of the new top three sects, not only will their status rise, but they will also enjoy more favorable treatment. Just thinking about it makes them excited!

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Tang San was equally delighted.

The resurgence of the Haotian Sect and Tang Chen's return are good things for him no matter how you look at it.

However, the elections for these three events were held somewhat hastily.

He wanted both the Haotian Sect to rise again and his own Tang Sect to become one of the three new upper sects.

All I can say is that Tang San overthinks things.

The only thing Tang San can think of right now is to quickly rebuild the Tang Sect. Even if it doesn't become one of the top three sects, becoming one of the bottom four sects will do.

At least we need to establish the Tang Clan's reputation first.

"Let's go find Titan first."

As Tang San said this, he hurried toward Heaven Dou City.

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In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi sat leisurely on a soft sofa, holding a letter in his hand. The words "The Spirit Hall Reopens the Seven Great Sects Election Tournament" were clearly printed on the letter, which seemed to radiate light in his hand.

If last time it was just hearsay, then this letter confirms it.

Across from him, Gu Rong, dressed in a black robe, elegantly sipped his tea, seemingly enjoying the tranquil moment. But upon closer inspection, the surge of soul power within him was even more turbulent than before, clearly indicating that he had put in considerable effort recently, resulting in a significant increase in strength, making him resemble a ferocious beast ready to pounce.

On the sofa next to Gu Rong, Chen Xin sat quietly, gently wiping the sharp Seven Kill Sword in his hand, silent and focused. The sword gleamed with a cold light in his hand, as if awaiting an impending storm.

Although Tang Chen put a lot of pressure on them, they could only strengthen themselves and improve their strength. They couldn't think of a better way to deal with Tang Chen's arrival.

"Uncle Bone, Uncle Sword, what do you think?" Ning Fengzhi suddenly asked, seeking their opinions.

“I feel that Tang San will not give up on this re-election,” Chen Xin said after a brief silence.

“I also think he won’t give up this opportunity.” Gu Rong nodded in agreement.

Who is Tang San?
Ning Fengzhi didn't have much contact with them, but they had a lot of contact with him.

Although Tang San's personality was rather repulsive, Ning Fengzhi and the others knew that this guy was a man with ideas.

And they are very good at finding opportunities.

Tang San's performance in the Soul Master Competition shows that his ambitions are definitely not limited to the small world he has in front of him.

"It seems we can only place our hopes on the Duke." Ning Fengzhi sighed softly.

Now they only have one path ahead of them: Find Leosley.

Only that Limit Douluo can break the current predicament.

"When will the Duke return?" Chen Xin asked.

"It should be soon," Ning Fengzhi sighed softly.

They sent a Soul Saint to search for him, and only then did they finally find Leosley.

They are now leisurely returning from Hanhai City.

Moreover, they would rest for a day after arriving in a city, as if they didn't care about the sect election at all.

They couldn't push Leosley too hard, since they were the ones asking for his help now.

They can only hope that Leosley will return soon.

Otherwise, Chen Xin's left hand would be lost.

"Fengzhi, what do you think of this sect election competition?" Gu Rong slowly put down his teacup, his wrinkled eyes revealing a hint of concern as he stared at Ning Fengzhi with interest.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin, who was concentrating on wiping the sword, involuntarily stopped and looked up. There seemed to be a tense atmosphere in the air.

Bang! Ning Fengzhi slammed the letter in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound, as if announcing something. He straightened up, one hand behind his back, and said coldly, "The Spirit Hall has waited so long, today we will finally see the outcome."

The letter clearly listed all the sects participating in the Seven Great Sects Election Conference, and upon closer inspection, it was evident that almost every sect had intricate connections with the Spirit Hall. This time, the Spirit Hall's intentions were obvious.

"Wouldn't it be cowardly to not go?"

The news of the re-election of the three upper sects sparked a heated discussion among the common people and the Soul Master community, like a sea of ​​flowers blooming in the spring breeze, with various opinions and speculations emerging everywhere. Inside the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the atmosphere was particularly tense. Yu Luomian handed an invitation letter from the Spirit Hall to the clan head, Yu Yuanzhen, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Big brother, should we participate in this sect re-election conference or not?" Yu Luomian's voice contained a hint of hesitation.

Yu Yuanzhen lowered his head in deep thought, his expression as turbulent as rolling dark clouds, unable to find peace. In the eyes of the Spirit Hall, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan's position was now extremely precarious.

Back then, that rebellious son was so arrogant and dared to try to take away the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. As a result, he was driven out of Spirit City by the Pope's cold shout, and his family was also implicated. It was truly heartbreaking!

If it weren't for that rebellious son, how could the family have ended up like this?

He was filled with resentment. That unfilial son was simply a good-for-nothing, good for nothing but causing trouble!

Fortunately, he's now crippled and expelled from the family, which is a good thing.

Anyway, he doesn't have many years left to live, so let him live out his days peacefully at that so-called Shrek Academy.

"Participate! Of course we should participate. Are we going to skip it just because of that rebellious son? Do you really think the Spirit Hall's power is all-powerful?" Yu Yuanzhen suddenly slammed his hand on the table, instantly shattering it into pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere like a small storm.

"They actually want to directly re-elect the top three sects? How can they just re-elect them like that!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, an inexplicable rage rising in his heart. "A dragon is always a dragon! If we don't go, won't we become worms?" (End of this chapter)