The host of the fast travel system is a showman

Chapter 423
Along the way, there were disciples coming and going, and when they passed the martial arts training ground, there were cheers from time to time.

This is the place where inner disciples usually communicate and discuss. Lin Zhi is also wearing the clothes of inner disciples, so he can walk in unimpeded.

In the martial arts arena, two male cultivators were sparring, and there were cheers from all around.

One looked hulking and held a big knife in his hand, and the other looked a little weak and held a folding fan in his hand.

"Duan Hongyuan, I'll bet ten spirit stones, and I bet you lose!" A male cultivator under the stage laughed out loud. He was not wearing the disciple uniform of Tian Yanzong, but a purple long robe.

The weak man on the stage looked at him and said, "Then you just wait to lose!"

The two obviously knew each other.

Everyone in the audience took out spirit stones to bet who would win and who would lose.

"Ximen King Kong." The man cupped his hands, holding a big knife in his hand.

"Duan Hongyuan." The man also held the folding fan and cupped his hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's broadsword went towards the man, and the two started fighting.

Lin Zhi watched the man's sword move, which was very powerful, but unfortunately not flexible enough.

Although Duan Hongyuan was holding a fan in his hand, he could easily neutralize the man's sword skills, truly overcoming strength with softness.

"This Hongyuan is the one who won the top ten in the sect grand competition. I heard that he is the young master of the Duan family! He stayed in our sect for a year to study. There is no suspense about the result of this competition,"

"Senior Brother Ximen ranks among the best in our sect's foundation-building cultivators in terms of fighting power. It's just that he devoted himself to cultivation and didn't participate in this competition. The winner or loser is still uncertain!"

……

Lin Zhi recalled carefully that Duan Hongyuan was not an important character in the book, so she didn't have much impression.

However, there will be hundreds of immortal sects participating in Tianyanzong's sect competition every ten years. The competition is the home field of Tianyanzong's disciples, but each sect and sect will have several places, and it is possible to get a good ranking. rewarded.

Disciples from the Immortal Cultivation Family also have places to study in Tianyan Sect, and Duan Hongyuan is obviously one of them.

She watched Duan Hongyuan waving his fan on the ring, every move was natural, presumably it was a skill above the Xuan level.

She thought of the ice sword technique that Fu Yuan taught the original owner, every move and style of the ice sword technique was in her mind, and her hands were itchy for a while.

With a "bang", Ximen King Kong's broadsword fell into the group arena, and it was obvious that he lost.

Suddenly some people in the audience were happy and some were sad.

"Accepted." Duan Hongyuan held a folding fan and cupped his hands.

Ximen King Kong also nodded politely, picked up the big knife that fell on the ground and got out of the ring.

"Duan Hongyuan, my ten spirit stones!" The man in the audience shouted in dissatisfaction, but his face was full of smiles.

Duan Hongyuan opened the folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man, just as he was about to step down, a person appeared in front of him.

The woman was dressed in white, and the faint lines on it showed that the person in front of her was a direct disciple of the Tianyan Sect. She was wearing a curtain hat, and her face was obscured by the white gauze.

"Your Excellency, can I ask you a question or two?" She cupped her hands, her voice cold and indifferent.

The purple-clothed man in the audience whistled and said frivolously: "Brother Duan, my lady asks for advice, how can there be any reason not to follow?"

"Who is she? Is this costume a personal disciple?"

"I just don't know which elder's direct disciple it is..."

……

"Of course, it's next Duan Hongyuan." The man clasped his hands with a folding fan, waiting for Lin Zhi to register his own number.

And the saber in the woman's hand was already out of its sheath, stabbing towards Duan Hongyuan.

Depend on!
Duan Hongyuan was a little caught off guard, and quickly opened the folding fan in his hand to block her attack.

Lin Zhi gathered his spiritual power on the sword, and it kept changing according to the moves in his memory.

This sword is an earth-level magic weapon, not a rare item.

"I bet Duan Hongyuan wins this time!" Immediately, someone bet a bunch of spirit stones on Duan Hongyuan.

"This female cultivator seems to have some skills, but seeing that her sword is mediocre, I am afraid that Senior Brother Duan is even better!"

"I also bet on Duan Hongyuan, his streamer fan is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it uses the Duan family's inherited skills."

"If you hadn't said earlier, I wouldn't have defeated Ximen King Kong in the last fight!"

"You didn't even ask!"

……

For a while, everyone followed suit and placed bets on Duan Hongyuan.

It seemed that Lin Zhi's swordsmanship was ordinary, but only Duan Hongyuan, who was fighting with her, knew that each of her swords carried a biting cold air, which made his skin crawl.

This sword technique...could it be Immortal Fu Yuan's ice sword technique?
Duan Hongyuan had a faint guess in his heart, looking at the veiled hat that blocked his appearance, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Fairy is good at swordsmanship. May I ask your name?" He asked loudly while blocking Lin Zhi's swift attack.

The melon-eating crowd in the audience also stretched their necks to see what happened. They were also very curious about the identity of the female cultivator.

After all, this graceful figure and looming face are very fascinating.

Duan Hongyuan didn't wait for the woman's answer, but swung the sharp cold blade over with the sword.

He raised his hand to block with the folding fan in his hand, but the movement was still half a beat slow, and the cold blade cut a shallow bloodstain on his face.

Duan Hongyuan immediately stretched out his hand to cover his blood-stained cheek, and looked at Lin Zhi with a somewhat ferocious expression.

However, Lin Zhi took advantage of this opportunity and put a cold sword on his neck, declaring the game over.

"Brother Duan, your face!" The man in the audience exclaimed.

Duan Hongyuan covered his face with one hand, his mind was disturbed just now, otherwise it is not certain who will win this round!

"Why did you lose?"

"I lost all my spirit stones today!"

……

The audience suddenly started wailing.

He looked down at the cold blade on his neck, and said, "Don't you know, don't you hit people in the face?"

"I don't know." Lin Zhi casually withdrew the sword on his neck.

In fact, the further back, her spiritual power has been exhausted, and the speed of converting spiritual energy can no longer keep up with the speed of using the sword to consume spiritual power, so she chose to fight quickly.

However, she still gained a lot from this discussion.

Duan Hongyuan felt a little depressed in his heart. You must know that his face has fascinated thousands of girls, but the female cultivator in front of him was not moved.

"Since I lost, you should report yourself, right?" Duan Hongyuan said rebelliously.

"Acceptance." Lin Zhi cupped his hands, then raised his foot and was about to leave, obviously not intending to declare himself a family.

Duan Hongyuan frowned and moved to stop Lin Zhi. The folding fan in his hand tried to wave away the curtain on her head.

Lin Zhi nimbly avoided it, but the remaining force of the streamer fan moved the white gauze of the veiled hat, and her cold appearance was briefly exposed.

Lin Zhi took a few steps back, stabilized his body, and said coldly, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"

Duan Hongyuan was stunned. Although he only had a glimpse just now, his heart was beating uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)