At this moment, Sect Master Bairen and Feng Zhaoming are so close that the tips of their noses are almost stuck together.
So Sect Master Bai Ren could see the strong disgust in Feng Zhaoming's eyes clearly.
"..."
Sect Master Bairen let go of Feng Zhaoming's collar, took a step back, forced a smile, and said:
"The deity... the deity is joking."
It is difficult for the Sword Beast family to reproduce, and if they want to give birth to offspring, they need to take the hearts and souls of a hundred mortals.
Hunting and killing mortals is an act of the devil, and has always been despised by righteous monks.
No wonder Feng Zhaoming showed such an expression.
Sect Master Bairen thought this way, and the worrying feeling calmed down a little.
"... There are some things that cannot be joked about."
On the top of Zhenhui Peak, Feng Zhaoming sighed inaudibly.
When he raised his eyes again, he became the leader of the desolate, lonely, indifferent fairy again.
"Sect Master Bairen... There is no possibility between you and me."
"You... go back. In the future... you don't have to see me again."
The 900 years of grievances and hatreds were wiped out just because of these few fluffy words.
Sect Master Bai Ren's spiritual sense carefully scrutinized Feng Zhaoming's every move.
He suddenly discovered that Feng Zhaoming standing in front of him at this moment had changed back to the appearance when he first saw Feng Zhaoming 900 years ago.
That Immortal disciple of Zhengyang Immortal Sect had no expression on his face, and there was no wave between his brows and eyes.
It's like a tall elm tree standing proudly on the top of a cliff or a snow-capped mountain.
And I was still the remnant of the sword beast clan who was tied up and scarred.
Never catch up, never get close.
"Oh, Fengxian Jun...you want to break up with me, hello, hello!"
Sect Master Bairen sneered again and again, the fear deep in his heart pushed him to the extreme, he said sinisterly:
"I don't know if Feng Xianjun still remembers, in the "Four Ways of Time" that I became famous for, the first move is called "Even if we meet each other, I should not know it"? After this trick, if you want to recover the shattered time fragments, you must This gentleman's blood is not acceptable. But do you think that this gentleman's essence blood is so useful?"
"..." Feng Zhaoming frowned, staring at Sect Master Bairen.
Sect Master Bairen looked crazy, with blue veins throbbing on his forehead: "You forced me. Feng Zhaoming, if you want Qianqing to live, you are never allowed to say goodbye to this lord, and you are never allowed to marry Lian Longyu. Don't even think about having a house full of children and grandchildren."
"..."
"If you don't listen to me, don't blame me for being ruthless. I only need to hook my fingers, and the little fairy master's head will be blown to pieces. Feng Xianjun, you love Qianqing so much, don't make fun of his life. "
Feng Zhaoming looked solemn, and looked at Sect Master Bairen with good eyesight. After hearing this, he nodded slightly, and walked towards Sect Master Bairen.
Seeing that Feng Zhaoming was getting closer and closer to Sect Master Bairen, he even raised his right hand, as if he wanted to embrace him in his arms.
Sect Master Bairen breathed a sigh of relief, showing a defenseless expression, and said softly:
"Isn't that all right? You and I are still the same as usual. You know, I'm always reluctant to force you—"
At this moment, a tearing pain came from the dantian.
Sect Master Bai Ren's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils shrank, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
In the blink of an eye, cold sweat drenched his clothes.
"you……"
Sect Master Bai Ren lowered his head in disbelief.
Seeing Feng Zhaoming's right hand forming a claw, it penetrated into the dantian of Sect Master Bai Ren.
He was holding a transparent pearl in his palm. The pearl was round and exuded majestic aura, and it was trembling violently at this moment.
But in Feng Zhaoming's hands, Baozhu has no ability to resist.
I saw the bones on the back of Feng Zhaoming's hand protruding, and with his fingers, he slowly but firmly pulled out the orb from the dantian of the Patriarch Bairen bit by bit.
This thing is the inner alchemy practiced by Sect Master Bairen.
Ordinary monks use spiritual power to practice.
But Sect Master Bairen is a man of beasts, different from ordinary monks, the foundation of his practice is an inner alchemy hidden in his dantian.
This inner alchemy is extremely important, after being caught by Feng Zhaoming, Patriarch Bairen felt an unprecedented sense of weakness.
He suddenly grabbed Feng Zhaoming's right hand that took out his inner alchemy, and gritted his teeth:
"Feng Zhaoming! How dare you... how dare you?!"
Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, he looked coldly at Patriarch Bairen's face which suddenly changed color, and his actions were merciless.
"Ugh..."
Only the sticky sound of flesh and bones peeling off, Patriarch Bairen trembled all over his body, when the inner alchemy was completely detached from his body and was pulled out by Feng Zhaoming, Patriarch Bairen couldn't bear it anymore, and hummed in pain.
As soon as the transparent inner alchemy was stripped off, Zhenhui Peak immediately filled with a strange fragrance.
All around inside and outside, everything is silent, and there is not a single humming of birds and beasts.
Sect Master Bai Ren's face was pale, his pupils shrank, as thin as vertical needles, showing a ferocious animal appearance.
"Feng Zhaoming...! Quickly return the inner alchemy of this deity!"
Sect Master Bairen never thought that Feng Zhaoming would attack him.
It was also because he was defenseless that Feng Zhaoming dug out the inner alchemy so easily.
The orc monks whose inner alchemy has been dug out are like tying their limbs to mortals.
Sect Master Bai Ren couldn't use spells, even if he wanted to snatch it, he couldn't take back the inner alchemy.
Feng Zhaoming aimed the orb at his dantian and pressed it hard.
Baozhu trembled violently, as if she wanted to resist, but she was finally suppressed by Feng Zhaoming.
Feng Zhaoming said:
"Sect Master Bairen, for Qianqing's safety, your inner alchemy is temporarily left here with me. I will return it to you after I clear Qianqing's brain of your blood essence."
"Nonsense, you know what Neidan is to me..."
Sect Master Bairen stopped suddenly.
He looked at Feng Zhaoming coldly, and kept silent.
Of course Feng Zhaoming knew how important the inner alchemy was to Sect Master Bai Ren.
But even if he knew, he mercilessly dug out the inner alchemy from the dantian of the Patriarch Bairen.
In Feng Zhaoming's eyes, he is certainly not as good as the little fairy master.
For the safety of the little fairy lord, what is his own inner alchemy?
Sect Master Bai Ren finally figured it out, he even raised the corners of his mouth, nodded, and then took a few steps back, leaning against an old tree behind him.
At this time, the sky was bright and the sea of clouds was churning.
Not far away, under Xuanxie Peak is bustling with people.
The martial arts event is about to begin.
Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he turned and left Zhenhui Peak.
He never looked back at Bai Ren again.
Sect Master Bai Ren's face was as pale as paper, his breathing was short, and he leaned against the old tree behind him.
If not, he would have been unable to support his crumbling body.
I don't know how long it took until there was no sound around.
The blind Bairen, listening to the voice, realized that Feng Zhaoming had gone far away.
Sect Master Bairen just supported the tree trunk and tried to straighten up.
Severe pain exploded in the dantian, Bai Ren staggered, and knelt down on the ground with a clang.
Sect Master Bairen forcibly supported his body with one hand, and did not fall down on the spot.
The other severed wrist clutched his lower abdomen in embarrassment, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth.
"Ha ha……"
His throat was full of bloody breath, but Sect Master Bairen couldn't help laughing.
His eyes were sharp, his pupils were erect, and he carried a desperate, destructive, crazy aura that would never let it go.
Sect Master Bairen's thin body gradually curled up.
His nails cling to the sharp rocks on the top of Zhenhui Peak.
"Feng Zhaoming...hehehe..."
It is:
"With one thought of hatred, a million barriers will be opened!"
The pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Xianzong.
At this moment, the sky breaks dawn, the stars hide and the moon hides.
Under Xuanxie Peak, millions of monks filed into the Martial Arts Hall.
Just listen to them whispering:
"Today's martial arts event officially begins."
"As we all know, the Martial Arts Festival is divided into two parts."
"The first part is the ring battle. Each continent sends five representatives to the stage, and the monks from whichever continent fights to the end will be the winner."
Having said that, one of the young monks took out a dice from his cuff.
This dice is similar to the dice used by the Four Gentlemen to draw lots before. The difference is that the six sides of the dice in the hands of the young monk are all white, without any depressions, without any color, just a white board.
"As long as you stand at the end, the five participating representatives will get five points."
The monk picked up the white board dice with his fingers and looked at it in front of his eyes: "That is to say, five red dots can be added to this dice."
"The second part is a single duel. Every time you defeat an opponent, you can add a red dot to your dice."
"Zhengyang Xianzong is the host of this martial arts event, and has the right to choose the list and order of appearance in the ring battle."
"As for the other three continents, when participating in the ring battle, they can only choose the list, but they cannot choose the order of appearance."
"Zhengyang Xianzong has an absolute home court advantage, and we don't know who will win this battle."
"..."
"..."
Not long after, in the Martial Arts Hall, millions of monks took their seats.
The audience was bustling, and the young monks were excited, eager to wait and see.
On the martial arts stage, there are two battle flags belonging to Zhengwu Continent and Wandering Kong Continent respectively.
In the first round of the arena battle, it is necessary to decide the outcome between Zhengwu Continent and Wandering Kong Continent.
The battle flags are hunting and dancing wildly in the wind.
After the monks under the stage were seated, the battle flag carved with the totems of the two continents waved.
The names of five Jindan monks were printed on the two battle flags.
Zhengwuzhou:
Pu Qingluo.
Seven wooden doors.
Ming is.
Lin Zichu.
Hope I have a thousand sunshine.
As soon as the five-person list of Zhengwuzhou was released, someone said in the audience: "Zhengyang Immortal Sect has arranged the order of the monks to appear in a very safe order. The five monks represent the strongest combat power among the monks with the Jindan cultivation base of Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Among them, Pu Qingluo Leading the charge, Lin Zichu and Wangwo Qianqing have a strong lineup."
"That's right, let's take a look at Wandering Kongzhou."
Hang Kongzhou flag:
Lou Feng Sui.
Jiangyou.
brutally.
Li Zhi.
Wu Liao.
As soon as the list came out, the audience was in an uproar.
"—— Lou Feng Sui!"
"It's really unexpected that Zhonglou Fengsui will take the lead in this ring battle."
"The first battle in the arena is very important. Winning can boost morale. But once losing, the monks behind will be under great pressure."
"Although Pu Qingluo is a well-known monk of Zhengyang Immortal Sect and the only daughter of Immortal Lord Pu Zhizhang, she has been well-educated, but I don't think she can defeat Lou Fengsui."
"I can't bear the loss of such a beautiful woman."
Lou Fengsui's toughness was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. For a while, none of the monks thought that Pu Qingluo would win, and they all began to sigh with regret.
Not far away, Pu Qingluo, who saw her opponent's name clearly, bit her lip hard.
With stubborn eyes, she snorted softly and strode up to the stage.
Pu Qingluo was dressed in an apricot-yellow dress, and two long bandages tightly wrapped the girl's calves, exposing her daughter's slender and straight body.
Standing on the stage, he is heroic and energetic.
Everyone sighed: "As expected of being the only daughter of Immortal Lord Pu Zhizhang, with such a posture, she is really the number one fairy in Zhengwuzhou."
"Zhengwu Continent has experienced the catastrophe of evil dragons, and there are few female monks. At the same time, only the Liu of the Muhua Immortal Sect is the Ice Fairy, who can be as famous as Pu Qingluo."
In stark contrast to Pu Qingluo, of course it is Yukongzhou, the pride of Kongliu Immortal Sect, Lou Feng Sui.
He has a problem with his legs and cannot walk upright.
At this moment, pushing the wheelchair, I slowly walked onto the martial arts stage.
Compared with the huge Yanwu stage, Lou Feng casually looks like a sick willow growing on the shore of the lake.
He was dressed in white and had a thin body.
The brows and eyes are modest and elegant, but probably because of perennial illness, there is a lingering melancholy expression in his eyes.
As soon as Fang came to the stage, the monk with an extremely gentle temperament bowed his hands and said:
"Fairy Pu, I have admired your name for a long time."
Pu Qingluo rolled her eyes to the sky, disdainful of Lou Fengsui's politeness.Suddenly, she took out a round soybean from her cuff.
Seeing the wind, the soybean opened up, and with a sound of "whoosh", the soybean trembled violently in Pu Qingluo's palm, and continued to elongate.
Soon, a wrist-thick ivy appeared in Pu Qingluo's palm.
Pu Qingluo held the ivy and waved her right hand casually.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound like Jiao Lei flashed across everyone's ears in an instant.
Pu Qingluo waved the ivy, as if waving a living snake.
Smacking the ground, the hard blue and white stone slabs were pulled out with faint cracks.
"This... is this a magical plant that has long been extinct and only survived in ancient times, the whip bean?"
"It is said that this bean will turn into a long whip after absorbing spiritual energy."
"The attack power of the long whip is extremely strong, and it is most suitable for wood monks."
"For the sake of his only daughter, Immortal Pu Zhizhang also spent all his money..."
Pu Qingluo showed her weapon, and everyone talked about it.
It seems that Lou Feng standing on the stage is alone with his shape.
Lou Fengsui looked at the opposite, Pu Qingluo was holding a long whip, and looked majestic, she couldn't help smiling, and applauded:
"A good plant, really powerful."
"Who wants you to boast?" Pu Qingluo snorted, bowed slightly, and galloped towards Loufeng, saying: "—Come and die!"
Lou Fengsui was not angry at all.He raised his right hand, palm facing himself.
With his left hand, he slowly rolled up the sleeve at the wrist, exposing his pale and sickly arm.
His movements are graceful and slow, not like fighting on the battlefield, but more like a literati preparing to paint with his hands clean before picking up his pen.
"In that case," Lou Fengsui said softly, "I ask Fairy Pu to enlighten me."
"Without further ado!"
"..."
Soon after.
Pu Qingluo knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for breath.
She holds the sword in her right hand, with the point of the sword pointing down, propped on the ground.
If not, Pu Qingluo would have made a fool of herself on the spot, unable to straighten her waist.
"hateful……!"
Pu Qingluo cursed endlessly in her heart.On her body, the apricot-yellow robe that was originally clean and tidy was already stained with many ink marks.
The ink blots are joined together to form a vague pattern.
On the whole, Pu Qingluo's clothes seemed to be used as a canvas, and Lou Fengsui drew a thick and colorful landscape picture on this canvas.
Pu Qingluo looked down at her dirty robe and gritted her teeth.
She was resentful in her heart, but she knew clearly that she had reached her limit.
With strong unwillingness, Pu Qingluo lowered her head deeply, her voice was softer than a mosquito:
"I...I admit defeat."
Lou Fengsui immediately withdrew his weapon, breathless, and smiled, "I've accepted it."
As soon as the voice fell, the transparent barrier above the martial arts platform suddenly seemed to boil.
An extremely tolerant, extremely powerful breath appeared out of thin air.
The millions of monks present faintly sensed that there seemed to be an invisible big hand that forcibly broke away from the barrier.
The big hand swooped down with lightning speed, grabbed Pu Qingluo, and moved her to the outside of the martial arts stage.
This invisible hand was arranged hundreds of millions of years ago by ancient monks using powerful techniques.
The two sides fought fiercely on the martial arts arena, but as long as one person said "admit defeat", these hands would appear, and the loser would be selected to perform on the martial arts arena.
On the one hand, it is to show the outcome of the game; on the other hand, it also wants to protect the defeated monks and give the weaker monks a chance to save their lives.
Those invisible hands moved extremely swiftly, Pu Qingluo was still in a daze, but she was lifted up completely and moved out of the formation.
On the martial arts stage, only Lou Feng was left alone in a wheelchair.
His expression was serene, his breathing was even, as if nothing had happened.
So Sect Master Bai Ren could see the strong disgust in Feng Zhaoming's eyes clearly.
"..."
Sect Master Bairen let go of Feng Zhaoming's collar, took a step back, forced a smile, and said:
"The deity... the deity is joking."
It is difficult for the Sword Beast family to reproduce, and if they want to give birth to offspring, they need to take the hearts and souls of a hundred mortals.
Hunting and killing mortals is an act of the devil, and has always been despised by righteous monks.
No wonder Feng Zhaoming showed such an expression.
Sect Master Bairen thought this way, and the worrying feeling calmed down a little.
"... There are some things that cannot be joked about."
On the top of Zhenhui Peak, Feng Zhaoming sighed inaudibly.
When he raised his eyes again, he became the leader of the desolate, lonely, indifferent fairy again.
"Sect Master Bairen... There is no possibility between you and me."
"You... go back. In the future... you don't have to see me again."
The 900 years of grievances and hatreds were wiped out just because of these few fluffy words.
Sect Master Bai Ren's spiritual sense carefully scrutinized Feng Zhaoming's every move.
He suddenly discovered that Feng Zhaoming standing in front of him at this moment had changed back to the appearance when he first saw Feng Zhaoming 900 years ago.
That Immortal disciple of Zhengyang Immortal Sect had no expression on his face, and there was no wave between his brows and eyes.
It's like a tall elm tree standing proudly on the top of a cliff or a snow-capped mountain.
And I was still the remnant of the sword beast clan who was tied up and scarred.
Never catch up, never get close.
"Oh, Fengxian Jun...you want to break up with me, hello, hello!"
Sect Master Bairen sneered again and again, the fear deep in his heart pushed him to the extreme, he said sinisterly:
"I don't know if Feng Xianjun still remembers, in the "Four Ways of Time" that I became famous for, the first move is called "Even if we meet each other, I should not know it"? After this trick, if you want to recover the shattered time fragments, you must This gentleman's blood is not acceptable. But do you think that this gentleman's essence blood is so useful?"
"..." Feng Zhaoming frowned, staring at Sect Master Bairen.
Sect Master Bairen looked crazy, with blue veins throbbing on his forehead: "You forced me. Feng Zhaoming, if you want Qianqing to live, you are never allowed to say goodbye to this lord, and you are never allowed to marry Lian Longyu. Don't even think about having a house full of children and grandchildren."
"..."
"If you don't listen to me, don't blame me for being ruthless. I only need to hook my fingers, and the little fairy master's head will be blown to pieces. Feng Xianjun, you love Qianqing so much, don't make fun of his life. "
Feng Zhaoming looked solemn, and looked at Sect Master Bairen with good eyesight. After hearing this, he nodded slightly, and walked towards Sect Master Bairen.
Seeing that Feng Zhaoming was getting closer and closer to Sect Master Bairen, he even raised his right hand, as if he wanted to embrace him in his arms.
Sect Master Bairen breathed a sigh of relief, showing a defenseless expression, and said softly:
"Isn't that all right? You and I are still the same as usual. You know, I'm always reluctant to force you—"
At this moment, a tearing pain came from the dantian.
Sect Master Bai Ren's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils shrank, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
In the blink of an eye, cold sweat drenched his clothes.
"you……"
Sect Master Bai Ren lowered his head in disbelief.
Seeing Feng Zhaoming's right hand forming a claw, it penetrated into the dantian of Sect Master Bai Ren.
He was holding a transparent pearl in his palm. The pearl was round and exuded majestic aura, and it was trembling violently at this moment.
But in Feng Zhaoming's hands, Baozhu has no ability to resist.
I saw the bones on the back of Feng Zhaoming's hand protruding, and with his fingers, he slowly but firmly pulled out the orb from the dantian of the Patriarch Bairen bit by bit.
This thing is the inner alchemy practiced by Sect Master Bairen.
Ordinary monks use spiritual power to practice.
But Sect Master Bairen is a man of beasts, different from ordinary monks, the foundation of his practice is an inner alchemy hidden in his dantian.
This inner alchemy is extremely important, after being caught by Feng Zhaoming, Patriarch Bairen felt an unprecedented sense of weakness.
He suddenly grabbed Feng Zhaoming's right hand that took out his inner alchemy, and gritted his teeth:
"Feng Zhaoming! How dare you... how dare you?!"
Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, he looked coldly at Patriarch Bairen's face which suddenly changed color, and his actions were merciless.
"Ugh..."
Only the sticky sound of flesh and bones peeling off, Patriarch Bairen trembled all over his body, when the inner alchemy was completely detached from his body and was pulled out by Feng Zhaoming, Patriarch Bairen couldn't bear it anymore, and hummed in pain.
As soon as the transparent inner alchemy was stripped off, Zhenhui Peak immediately filled with a strange fragrance.
All around inside and outside, everything is silent, and there is not a single humming of birds and beasts.
Sect Master Bai Ren's face was pale, his pupils shrank, as thin as vertical needles, showing a ferocious animal appearance.
"Feng Zhaoming...! Quickly return the inner alchemy of this deity!"
Sect Master Bairen never thought that Feng Zhaoming would attack him.
It was also because he was defenseless that Feng Zhaoming dug out the inner alchemy so easily.
The orc monks whose inner alchemy has been dug out are like tying their limbs to mortals.
Sect Master Bai Ren couldn't use spells, even if he wanted to snatch it, he couldn't take back the inner alchemy.
Feng Zhaoming aimed the orb at his dantian and pressed it hard.
Baozhu trembled violently, as if she wanted to resist, but she was finally suppressed by Feng Zhaoming.
Feng Zhaoming said:
"Sect Master Bairen, for Qianqing's safety, your inner alchemy is temporarily left here with me. I will return it to you after I clear Qianqing's brain of your blood essence."
"Nonsense, you know what Neidan is to me..."
Sect Master Bairen stopped suddenly.
He looked at Feng Zhaoming coldly, and kept silent.
Of course Feng Zhaoming knew how important the inner alchemy was to Sect Master Bai Ren.
But even if he knew, he mercilessly dug out the inner alchemy from the dantian of the Patriarch Bairen.
In Feng Zhaoming's eyes, he is certainly not as good as the little fairy master.
For the safety of the little fairy lord, what is his own inner alchemy?
Sect Master Bai Ren finally figured it out, he even raised the corners of his mouth, nodded, and then took a few steps back, leaning against an old tree behind him.
At this time, the sky was bright and the sea of clouds was churning.
Not far away, under Xuanxie Peak is bustling with people.
The martial arts event is about to begin.
Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he turned and left Zhenhui Peak.
He never looked back at Bai Ren again.
Sect Master Bai Ren's face was as pale as paper, his breathing was short, and he leaned against the old tree behind him.
If not, he would have been unable to support his crumbling body.
I don't know how long it took until there was no sound around.
The blind Bairen, listening to the voice, realized that Feng Zhaoming had gone far away.
Sect Master Bairen just supported the tree trunk and tried to straighten up.
Severe pain exploded in the dantian, Bai Ren staggered, and knelt down on the ground with a clang.
Sect Master Bairen forcibly supported his body with one hand, and did not fall down on the spot.
The other severed wrist clutched his lower abdomen in embarrassment, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth.
"Ha ha……"
His throat was full of bloody breath, but Sect Master Bairen couldn't help laughing.
His eyes were sharp, his pupils were erect, and he carried a desperate, destructive, crazy aura that would never let it go.
Sect Master Bairen's thin body gradually curled up.
His nails cling to the sharp rocks on the top of Zhenhui Peak.
"Feng Zhaoming...hehehe..."
It is:
"With one thought of hatred, a million barriers will be opened!"
The pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Xianzong.
At this moment, the sky breaks dawn, the stars hide and the moon hides.
Under Xuanxie Peak, millions of monks filed into the Martial Arts Hall.
Just listen to them whispering:
"Today's martial arts event officially begins."
"As we all know, the Martial Arts Festival is divided into two parts."
"The first part is the ring battle. Each continent sends five representatives to the stage, and the monks from whichever continent fights to the end will be the winner."
Having said that, one of the young monks took out a dice from his cuff.
This dice is similar to the dice used by the Four Gentlemen to draw lots before. The difference is that the six sides of the dice in the hands of the young monk are all white, without any depressions, without any color, just a white board.
"As long as you stand at the end, the five participating representatives will get five points."
The monk picked up the white board dice with his fingers and looked at it in front of his eyes: "That is to say, five red dots can be added to this dice."
"The second part is a single duel. Every time you defeat an opponent, you can add a red dot to your dice."
"Zhengyang Xianzong is the host of this martial arts event, and has the right to choose the list and order of appearance in the ring battle."
"As for the other three continents, when participating in the ring battle, they can only choose the list, but they cannot choose the order of appearance."
"Zhengyang Xianzong has an absolute home court advantage, and we don't know who will win this battle."
"..."
"..."
Not long after, in the Martial Arts Hall, millions of monks took their seats.
The audience was bustling, and the young monks were excited, eager to wait and see.
On the martial arts stage, there are two battle flags belonging to Zhengwu Continent and Wandering Kong Continent respectively.
In the first round of the arena battle, it is necessary to decide the outcome between Zhengwu Continent and Wandering Kong Continent.
The battle flags are hunting and dancing wildly in the wind.
After the monks under the stage were seated, the battle flag carved with the totems of the two continents waved.
The names of five Jindan monks were printed on the two battle flags.
Zhengwuzhou:
Pu Qingluo.
Seven wooden doors.
Ming is.
Lin Zichu.
Hope I have a thousand sunshine.
As soon as the five-person list of Zhengwuzhou was released, someone said in the audience: "Zhengyang Immortal Sect has arranged the order of the monks to appear in a very safe order. The five monks represent the strongest combat power among the monks with the Jindan cultivation base of Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Among them, Pu Qingluo Leading the charge, Lin Zichu and Wangwo Qianqing have a strong lineup."
"That's right, let's take a look at Wandering Kongzhou."
Hang Kongzhou flag:
Lou Feng Sui.
Jiangyou.
brutally.
Li Zhi.
Wu Liao.
As soon as the list came out, the audience was in an uproar.
"—— Lou Feng Sui!"
"It's really unexpected that Zhonglou Fengsui will take the lead in this ring battle."
"The first battle in the arena is very important. Winning can boost morale. But once losing, the monks behind will be under great pressure."
"Although Pu Qingluo is a well-known monk of Zhengyang Immortal Sect and the only daughter of Immortal Lord Pu Zhizhang, she has been well-educated, but I don't think she can defeat Lou Fengsui."
"I can't bear the loss of such a beautiful woman."
Lou Fengsui's toughness was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. For a while, none of the monks thought that Pu Qingluo would win, and they all began to sigh with regret.
Not far away, Pu Qingluo, who saw her opponent's name clearly, bit her lip hard.
With stubborn eyes, she snorted softly and strode up to the stage.
Pu Qingluo was dressed in an apricot-yellow dress, and two long bandages tightly wrapped the girl's calves, exposing her daughter's slender and straight body.
Standing on the stage, he is heroic and energetic.
Everyone sighed: "As expected of being the only daughter of Immortal Lord Pu Zhizhang, with such a posture, she is really the number one fairy in Zhengwuzhou."
"Zhengwu Continent has experienced the catastrophe of evil dragons, and there are few female monks. At the same time, only the Liu of the Muhua Immortal Sect is the Ice Fairy, who can be as famous as Pu Qingluo."
In stark contrast to Pu Qingluo, of course it is Yukongzhou, the pride of Kongliu Immortal Sect, Lou Feng Sui.
He has a problem with his legs and cannot walk upright.
At this moment, pushing the wheelchair, I slowly walked onto the martial arts stage.
Compared with the huge Yanwu stage, Lou Feng casually looks like a sick willow growing on the shore of the lake.
He was dressed in white and had a thin body.
The brows and eyes are modest and elegant, but probably because of perennial illness, there is a lingering melancholy expression in his eyes.
As soon as Fang came to the stage, the monk with an extremely gentle temperament bowed his hands and said:
"Fairy Pu, I have admired your name for a long time."
Pu Qingluo rolled her eyes to the sky, disdainful of Lou Fengsui's politeness.Suddenly, she took out a round soybean from her cuff.
Seeing the wind, the soybean opened up, and with a sound of "whoosh", the soybean trembled violently in Pu Qingluo's palm, and continued to elongate.
Soon, a wrist-thick ivy appeared in Pu Qingluo's palm.
Pu Qingluo held the ivy and waved her right hand casually.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound like Jiao Lei flashed across everyone's ears in an instant.
Pu Qingluo waved the ivy, as if waving a living snake.
Smacking the ground, the hard blue and white stone slabs were pulled out with faint cracks.
"This... is this a magical plant that has long been extinct and only survived in ancient times, the whip bean?"
"It is said that this bean will turn into a long whip after absorbing spiritual energy."
"The attack power of the long whip is extremely strong, and it is most suitable for wood monks."
"For the sake of his only daughter, Immortal Pu Zhizhang also spent all his money..."
Pu Qingluo showed her weapon, and everyone talked about it.
It seems that Lou Feng standing on the stage is alone with his shape.
Lou Fengsui looked at the opposite, Pu Qingluo was holding a long whip, and looked majestic, she couldn't help smiling, and applauded:
"A good plant, really powerful."
"Who wants you to boast?" Pu Qingluo snorted, bowed slightly, and galloped towards Loufeng, saying: "—Come and die!"
Lou Fengsui was not angry at all.He raised his right hand, palm facing himself.
With his left hand, he slowly rolled up the sleeve at the wrist, exposing his pale and sickly arm.
His movements are graceful and slow, not like fighting on the battlefield, but more like a literati preparing to paint with his hands clean before picking up his pen.
"In that case," Lou Fengsui said softly, "I ask Fairy Pu to enlighten me."
"Without further ado!"
"..."
Soon after.
Pu Qingluo knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for breath.
She holds the sword in her right hand, with the point of the sword pointing down, propped on the ground.
If not, Pu Qingluo would have made a fool of herself on the spot, unable to straighten her waist.
"hateful……!"
Pu Qingluo cursed endlessly in her heart.On her body, the apricot-yellow robe that was originally clean and tidy was already stained with many ink marks.
The ink blots are joined together to form a vague pattern.
On the whole, Pu Qingluo's clothes seemed to be used as a canvas, and Lou Fengsui drew a thick and colorful landscape picture on this canvas.
Pu Qingluo looked down at her dirty robe and gritted her teeth.
She was resentful in her heart, but she knew clearly that she had reached her limit.
With strong unwillingness, Pu Qingluo lowered her head deeply, her voice was softer than a mosquito:
"I...I admit defeat."
Lou Fengsui immediately withdrew his weapon, breathless, and smiled, "I've accepted it."
As soon as the voice fell, the transparent barrier above the martial arts platform suddenly seemed to boil.
An extremely tolerant, extremely powerful breath appeared out of thin air.
The millions of monks present faintly sensed that there seemed to be an invisible big hand that forcibly broke away from the barrier.
The big hand swooped down with lightning speed, grabbed Pu Qingluo, and moved her to the outside of the martial arts stage.
This invisible hand was arranged hundreds of millions of years ago by ancient monks using powerful techniques.
The two sides fought fiercely on the martial arts arena, but as long as one person said "admit defeat", these hands would appear, and the loser would be selected to perform on the martial arts arena.
On the one hand, it is to show the outcome of the game; on the other hand, it also wants to protect the defeated monks and give the weaker monks a chance to save their lives.
Those invisible hands moved extremely swiftly, Pu Qingluo was still in a daze, but she was lifted up completely and moved out of the formation.
On the martial arts stage, only Lou Feng was left alone in a wheelchair.
His expression was serene, his breathing was even, as if nothing had happened.
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