City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 133 A farce

On the arena in the center of the square.

Eight unknown rogue cultivators fought together. You came and went, and the swordsmanship and lightning charms flew around. The sound of swords and swords colliding, thunder and lightning explosions, and the sound of cheering continued to resound, which made the audience's blood boil.

Next to them, there is another team of the same team fighting one-on-one, which can also be said to be a rivalry.

I also played very hard and looked good, but I always felt that something was missing.

In Wei Xiao's words: "This play has no soul!"

Wei Xiao watched the two disciples of Xuantian Temple for a while, feeling very bored, so he went to watch the duel of eight casual cultivators.

It's a pity that they just fought fiercely, looking at the blood, the fighting level is too low!
It is also the sword control technique. When Wei Xiao was fighting with Boss Dong, Boss Dong was able to summon small swords at will, and many at a time, forming a sword array.Later, he fought with the purple-robed old man inexplicably, and he was also able to summon the sword array.Not to mention improving the master, he is not limited to sword formation, but sword rain.

And what are these in front of you?
Yu Jianshu summoned a small sword and had to hold back for a few minutes to read the article. After summoning it, he couldn't control the sword, so he just held it with his hand and swished up to slash.

Is this called sword-controlling? !
What's even more exaggerated is the lightning-inducing talisman. A large handful of talisman papers were thrown out, and then he shouted: "Lightning-inducing talisman!"

That's how Wei Xiao knew that these talisman papers were called Thunder-Inducing Talismans...

But only a few lightning bolts were attracted...

It was noon, and the sun was so bright that you could hardly see the electric light if you didn't look carefully. According to this, it can be used for sneak attack, as long as you don't shout the formula of the second class!

After Wei Xiao looked at it for a while, he rolled his eyes. No wonder during the meeting, Yimeng Daoist said: Hit hard, hit me hard!

At this level, no matter how hard you try, you can't make flowers.

After watching for a while, Wei Xiao felt like dozing off.

Looking at Lu Yuqing, she is similar, the competition in front of her is not as good as her eyes.

On the other hand, the other onlookers watched with relish, their blood boiled, and some even shouted things like "Come on, work hard, fight well, kill him".

It felt like watching punks fighting on the street.

Wei Xiao felt a little depressed, and after a while, his sleeve was pulled by someone, and when he turned his head, it was Lu Yuqing who was calling him.

"Let's go for a walk." After she finished speaking, she left the ring first.

Wei Xiao followed.

The two came to the edge of the square, and there happened to be no one there, so it was very suitable for two people to chat.

"Do you feel very boring?" Lu Yuqing smiled wryly, and asked a question with an obvious answer. After asking, she let out a long sigh.

Really boring!It's not like she hasn't seen big scenes before. The fighting scenes in comprehension novels and fantasy movies in the secular world are the real big scenes. When they move, the sky will collapse, and the planet will explode with one punch. That's called a big scene.

Compared to the previous battle, it was as boring as a child fighting.

Wei Xiao knew what she meant, so he could only nod his head.

"But there is no way!"

Yes, the aura is exhausted, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

Just like a whale in the sea, isn't it rough and spectacular when playing in the water?
But what about the loach in the mud?To be able to splash two pieces of mud is already exhausting all my strength.

This topic is too heavy, and Wei Xiao didn't dare to talk too deeply, but just nodded in agreement.

But he breathed a sigh of relief, and there is no need to act in the next competition.

The two chatted casually for a while, and when it was almost their team's turn, they went back to the ring and got ready for the match.

On the contrary, Hou Qing watched it with gusto, he could watch every match from beginning to end completely, which really has perseverance.

After the fake fight between the two teams in the arena, Xuan Tianguan's disciple's team won. When he was reading his name, Wei Xiao heard their captain's name——Qian Yuming.

"Brother Yuming?" He smiled, feeling a little emotional.

They are all loaches in the mud, and they still have to rely on cheating to win the title of Loach King?
After Senior Brother Yuming won, it was Lu Yuqing's turn to play for the first time.

When the four of them, wearing uniforms of Yunmeng Pavilion disciples, appeared neatly on the ring, there was no suspense about this match.

Opponent admit defeat.

The opponent has only one disciple of the three major sects, crush!
It only took half a minute for the whole process, and the match was easily won.

After this match, about 10 minutes later, Wei Xiao played again as a decoration, crushing again.

The whole day's big competition passed like a farce. Except for the "intense" second competition, only the last one was barely watchable.

It was the disciples of Changshengtang who made the move. He single-handedly picked three disciples from the three major sects of the opponent, and finally won.

The rest of the casual cultivators were stunned.

It's a pity that Wei Xiao didn't see it, but when he was having dinner in the restaurant, he heard the neighbor sitting talking about it.

It was night, in the meeting hall of Yunmeng Pavilion.

The executives of the Xiumeng who came to this conference had already had a lot of quarrels.

During the big competition during the day, everyone was watching. Cheating, playing tricks, and admitting defeat before the fight, these things spread to the ears of the higher-ups one by one.

"That's unreasonable! The disciples of the three major sects are relying on their strength to force casual cultivators to admit defeat. What's the point of this competition?" Lay Hai Lin's voice was the loudest, and his voice was righteous.

As a representative of casual cultivators, he knows the living conditions of casual cultivators best, and he also knows their strength, but he can't bear the situation like today.

"In the future competitions, you don't have to fight at all. Just let the disciples of your three major factions go there and count them one, two, three, four, and whoever has more people will win. How great!"

"Can also learn arithmetic, four is greater than three, three is greater than two, one is the smallest, and if both sides are one, it will be compared to the seniority and the number of years of entry. Anyway, you can always count the size, whoever is older will win!"

Layman Hai Lin's words became louder and louder, and the words were full of irony. When ordinary young people were ridiculed like this, they would either fight with blood, or hide their faces and run away in shame.

As the head of Xiumeng, Daoist Yimeng sat indifferently on the main seat, watching the noise below, his expression remained unchanged.

The farce at the Grand Competition didn’t start to appear this year. There were already clues in the previous sessions, but there were a few outstanding teams covering it up. It didn’t look so ugly, but it couldn’t be covered up anymore this year. , turned into a semi-public farce.

Yimeng Daoist was also heartbroken, and he was even more heartbroken than anyone here.

The Xiumeng was founded by him alone. In order to save the turbulent cultivation world and to survive the catastrophe of exhaustion of spiritual energy, there is a Xiumeng that all monks can join.

How could he have imagined that in less than 200 years, the descendants of Xiumeng would not be as good as one generation after another, so decadent!

Can the Xiumeng really be saved?
Is there any chance to survive this catastrophe of depletion of spiritual energy?

His confidence began to waver.

(End of this chapter)