Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

Seeing the four people who were about to draw lots, Han Fei smiled lightly. Although his arrival had changed a lot, it was still these four people who finally entered the semi-finals.

It seems that the trajectory of fate has already been determined. This time Lu Xueqi will face off against Zhang Xiaofan, while Qi Hao will face off against Zeng Shushu.

Han Fei twirled his fingers in a pretentious manner, with a smile on his face, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Lu Xueqi's opponent will be Zhang Xiaofan in the next competition."

After that, he said no more. After all, there were only four people left in the competition, Lu Xueqi against Zhang Xiaofan, so the remaining two naturally became each other's opponents.

"Really? Let's wait and see!" Daoxuan also smiled.

While the two were talking, the four people in the audience began to draw lots. The leaders also looked at the four people in the audience slightly nervously. They were eager to verify whether Han Fei's calculation was accurate.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the four of us would be the last ones left! Xiaofan, maybe I will be your opponent in the next competition! You have to be merciful then." Zeng Shushu said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zeng is joking. How can there be any compromise in a martial arts competition? If I meet Senior Brother Zeng, I hope that Senior Brother will go all out so that I can experience Feng Huifeng's powerful methods." Zhang Xiaofan responded.

"You are such a boring person. I was just joking with you. Besides, we may not meet each other." Zeng Shushu said.

"If you don't meet Junior Brother Zhang, does Senior Brother Zeng want to meet me?" Lu Xueqi said, and at this moment, a touching smile appeared on her frosty face.

Zeng Shushu quickly shook his head. Compared to meeting Lu Xueqi, he still hoped to meet Zhang Xiaofan.

Seeing Zeng Shushu shaking his head, Qi Hao also smiled and said: "Since Junior Brother Zeng doesn't want to meet Junior Sister Lu, it seems that Junior Brother Zeng's target is me. Does it mean that Junior Brother Zeng feels that he is sure of defeating me?"

When Zeng Shushu heard this, his expression suddenly became stiff. If he fought against Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan, he might still have a chance of winning, but if he faced Qi Hao, he really had no hope.

Zeng Shushu grinned awkwardly, then rushed to the referee like a gust of wind, quickly snatched the bamboo tube from the referee's hand, ran to Qi Hao again, handed the bamboo tube to him, and said with a sad face: " Senior Brother Qi, I don’t want to meet you either! But now there are only four of us left. If we don’t meet them, we will have to meet you!

As for who we will meet, no one can say for sure. Senior Brother Qi, you’d better draw lots quickly and let’s see how God arranges it! "

"Okay, then it depends on God's will, but compared to the two of them, I would rather meet Junior Brother Zeng first." Qi Hao blinked and said with a smirk on his face.

As Qi Hao spoke, he took out a bamboo stick and waved it deliberately in front of Zeng Shushu. Then he looked at the numbers on it and then looked at the other three people.

At this time, the three of them also drew a bamboo stick each. Zeng Shushu said with a smile: "Hey, mine is No. 4, what are your numbers?"

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother Zeng, mine is lottery No. 1. It seems God's will is for us to meet!" As soon as Zeng Shushu finished speaking, Qi Hao waved the bamboo stick in front of Zeng Shushu again and again, with a joking look on his face. He said: "Hey, God's will is like this!"

Seeing this, Zeng Shushu's face fell instantly. He knew the result of this competition without having to compete.

While several people were talking, the referee on the side scanned the bamboo sticks in the hands of the four people and saw the numbers on them clearly. The referee loudly announced at the top of his voice: "In this semi-final showdown, Qi Hao from Longshou Peak will fight against Feng Houfeng." Zeng Shushu, Dazhufeng Zhang Xiaofan versus Xiaozhufeng Lu Xueqi, the competition begins now, No. 1 and No. 4 please come on stage!"

As soon as the results on his side were announced, Daoxuan and the others in the stands looked at Han Fei in shock. They were all thinking: This Han Fei is so amazing! It's actually so accurate!

This made them feel a little nervous, and at the same time, when they looked at Han Fei, there was a bit more fear in their eyes.

Seeing Han Fei sitting there contentedly, as if he was not surprised at all by the result, all the leaders looked at it with admiration.

Being able to master the art of Qimen to this extent, most things in this world cannot escape Han Fei's eyes. Even if the future is full of variables, if you can predict the future, you can still prepare in advance!

"Fellow Taoist is really amazing! He has mastered the magic to such an extent. With his accomplishments in this way, it is not an exaggeration to call him the number one in the cultivation world!" Daoxuan said with emotion.

"Hehe, the master got the award. In fact, I didn't calculate it at all. I just guessed!" Seeing the surprised expressions on several people's faces, Han Fei said with a smirk.

As soon as he said these words, all the leaders were stunned and stunned.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be joking. The calculation is so accurate. How can you guess it by just guessing!" Daoxuan shook his head and said.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you!" Han Fei didn't refute, his eyes swept over the faces of several people one by one, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Everyone was muttering in their hearts. It was really difficult to judge how true or false Han Fei's words were.

However, last time he asserted that Zhang Xiaofan would get a bye, which was an indisputable fact. The probability of 64% cannot be just based on guessing! Thinking of this, they would rather believe that Han Fei did not want to say anything for some reason.

Daoxuan glanced at the tops of the other peaks and saw that their faces were also full of doubts. He immediately understood in his heart and stopped worrying about this issue.

At this time, Han Fei completely ignored everyone's reactions and was eating melon seeds and leisurely watching the competition in the audience. At this time, Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu in the audience were already fighting inextricably, with sword energy crisscrossing the arena.

Qi Hao was seen making seals with his hands, and light blue light was flowing on the long sword. His whole body was exuding cold air, and ice crystals were splashing on the arena, making him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

Suddenly, he flashed and rushed towards Zeng Shushu like a ghost. The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole and piercing Zeng Shushu's vital part. Zeng Shushu was shocked and turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, he waved his folding fan, and a strong wind came down the mountain like a tiger and struck Qi Hao.

Qi Hao turned his wrist and slashed horizontally with his long sword, colliding with the strong wind and making a muffled "bang" sound. The strong wind made Qi Hao's clothes rustle, but his steps did not stop at all.

Immediately afterwards, he struck out with several more swords, fierce and fierce, attacking Zeng Shushu like a storm.

Zeng Shushu was not to be outdone. He shuttled nimbly among the shadows of the sword like a loach, flicking or lifting the folding fan in his hand like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, deftly defusing Qi Hao's offensive.

Occasionally, he could seize Qi Hao's flaw and launch a counterattack, just like a cheetah preying on prey, forcing Qi Hao to guard against it.

The two of them went back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, and they were inseparable. The audience in the audience watched mesmerizedly and burst into cheers from time to time.

Everyone in the stands also turned their attention away from Han Fei. They had already experienced Han Fei's mystery. Although they were full of curiosity as to how much he had mastered, they also knew not to inquire into the details.

After learning that Han Fei also had profound knowledge of Qimen arts, when Daoxuan and others looked at Han Fei, they always felt like they were seeing flowers in the fog.