Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

On the stage of Jiayi, a young man in a flaming red shirt looked shocked at the formation that glowed with blue light under his feet.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a mournful buzzing sound. He was stunned for a moment before he said in disbelief: "How is it possible... how did you do it?"

Pei Muzhi glanced at a light figure on the ring not far away, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Of course there is an expert to give advice."

The young man in red followed his gaze, and after seeing the figure clearly, he nodded anxiously and said, "Even if my Phoenix True Flame is suppressed to be at the same level as yours, it only erases the gap in cultivation, and I am still defeated. under your sword."

"I lost." The red-clothed boy saluted with his sword in his arms.

Pei Muzhi put his sword back into its sheath, looked away from a distance, and turned around to leave after returning the salute, but was stopped by the person behind him, "If it's possible, can I ask you for advice after the game?"

He turned around and glanced at the young man, "Of course, but my swordsmanship has also benefited from others, so asking me for advice would be a waste of money."

After leaving this sentence, he floated down the ring, only to hear the young man behind him ask: "Can you tell me his name?"

"Lin Shuyu." Pei Muzhi waved his hands, and without looking back, he disappeared into the crowd with shocked faces.

Gu Jingyu won several games in a row without any suspense, and his ranking has already ranked among the top twelve in the sword test. He feels that it is almost the same, and this ranking is enough to make a difference.

After all, as a disciple of the inner hall of the Changqing Palace, his ranking is too low to look good, not to mention that he just defeated Yu Wenyi of Qizong in front of all the immortal heads. If his ranking is too low, it will be suspicious.

But if he tried his best, he would inevitably be on the proud list that day, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself at all.

As soon as he stepped off the ring, he sighed when he thought of this. Even so, he had already caused a lot of trouble for himself.

Unsurprisingly, he was once again surrounded by several disciples, and even disciples from other sects who had heard about his deeds tried to try their luck.

"Senior brother Lin, the next match I'm going to face is the sword cultivator of the Jade Cloud Sect's Jindan stage, can there be a way..."

"I, I, my opponent is from Yuyuan Pavilion, please enlighten me, brother!"

"Junior Brother Lin is a disciple of my Wuji Sword Sect, why should I teach you?" Zhen Ziang pushed away the swarming expatriate disciples very dissatisfied, and stopped Gu Jingyu behind him.

Gu Jingyu showed his helplessness, and Xia Yingxian's voice sounded at the right time, "Ayu, are you tired? I have an elegant room in Qianlou, go and have a rest."

Yen Ziang, who was busy driving away the crowd, heard this sentence and immediately rang the alarm. He pulled Gu Jingyu past him and said, "Junior brother, there is a cave here for the contestants to rest, so don't bother Master Uncle."

Xia Yingxian glared coldly at Zhen Ziang, who also looked at him unkindly.

Seeing this, Gu Jingyu could only smile awkwardly, "I'm not tired." In fact, he wanted to lie down on the spot, and he really needed a quiet place to think about how to use this meeting to complete his escape plan.

After all, the opportunity to stay away from the Zongmen and Qiu Zhaoye will disappear after this village.

At this time, there was a commotion from another arena.

"It's despicable!" someone shouted from the audience.

"Is this the fourth one?"

While everyone was discussing, Gu Jingyu looked over the crowd and saw a person on the stage lying on the ground, covered in blood, and a doctor came to give him emergency treatment.

Standing on the stage was a man in a yellow shirt with a high toe, as if he didn't take the people's abuse seriously, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die in this ring, this is the rule!"

After saying this sentence, as if it was not enough, he glanced at the fallen man and said with a sneer, "Isn't this not dead?"

Gu Jingyu recognized that person at a glance, Yu Wenyi who had just fought against him two days ago.

"You are too much!"

"Rely on Qizong to do whatever you want!"

Yu Wenyi retorted: "Do whatever you want? Did I foul?" He glanced arrogantly at the disciple who supervised the battle, and asked again: "Did I foul?"

The disciple who supervised the war shook his head helplessly, "No."

This remark once again aroused dissatisfaction from the onlookers.

Gu Jingyu asked suspiciously: "What happened?"

Pei Muzhi looked coldly at the person on the stage, "Yu Wenyi's natal magic weapon, the Cangren Puppet, is used in conjunction with the Qimen Dunjia. When he moves to the Shengmen, the puppet will transfer the damage he has suffered to the opponent."

"Is there such a domineering magic weapon?" Yen Ziang blurted out after hearing the words: "Then, wouldn't it be timid to fight against this person? You have to pay attention to his footwork all the time?"

"Not only that," Pei Muzhi said again: "If you are not proficient in formations, you will not know how his Qimen Dunjia formed the formation."

Different formation methods directly affect the position of Qimen Dunjia, so it is impossible to know where the opponent's life gate is.

"So far, all those who have fought against him have either lost because they couldn't use the mouse-throwing weapon, or were seriously injured, and there will be no next match."

Gu Jingyu rested his chin thoughtfully. That day, Sect Master Wan didn't allow Yu Wenyi to use the magic weapon of his destiny. Apart from acting like a bright wind and the moon, there may be another reason, which is to rely on this magic weapon to win. It's really not pretty on the face.

"How can this be compared? Why did his Qizong disciple take part in the sword test?" Zhen Ziang was a little annoyed, "Also, can this be counted if you win with a magic weapon?"

In the eyes of Jianxiu, the sword is the source, and the sword is everything, and other arrays, utensils, talismans, medicines, books, paintings, music, etc. are trivial and not worth mentioning.

So in the sword test arena, you have to rely on the sword to win, otherwise it is not a real skill and cannot be convincing.

Speaking of this, Pei Muzhi was a little helpless, "This year's new rules, a disciple can sign up for three arenas at the same time, as long as the rankings do not conflict, they can participate."

Hearing this sentence, Xia Yingxian looked at the watchtower in the distance, and sneered: "Wan Mingxuan."

Gu Jingyu heard the disdain in this tone, as the host, Wan Mingxuan, the patriarch of the Qi Sect, does have the right to amend the rules as long as the general principles are not violated.

And this rule applies to everyone, except that the disciples of the Qi Sect cultivate three swords, weapons, and formations in order to cooperate with the magic weapon.

In this way, disciples of the Qi sect can participate in the three competitions of sword, weapon, and array at the same time. Compared with other sects that major in one discipline, the probability of winning the first place is greatly increased.

The commotion over there didn't stop, only Yu Wenyi said loudly: "It's because his skills are inferior to others, can it be my fault?"

"There is a kind of sword competition in an upright manner, and the puppet who hides in the formation wins. What kind of real skill is it?"

But Yu Wenyi didn't take it seriously, "Is there a rule that you have to rely on the sword to win the sword test?"

This sentence made everyone present dumbfounded, Gu Jingyu admired this person's ability to force his words, so he nodded and smiled: "Good eloquence."

The injured disciple had already been carried down by the doctors. Yu Wenyi also swaggered off the stage amidst the glaring gazes of the crowd. When he left, he saw Gu Jingyu among the passing crowd. It's nothing, I'm waiting for you."

As he spoke, he walked away without looking back, and when he left a back, he did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "I don't know who the next opponent will be, but I advise him to abstain, so as not to hurt himself .”

This sentence once again attracted a burst of abuse.

At this time Donnie Yen took a careful look at the real-time ranking list, and suddenly exclaimed: "Junior Brother, if you win the next round, you will face him."

The disciples of the same sect all cast worried eyes upon hearing the words.

Gu Jingyu thought in his heart: Is there such a good thing?Whatever you want.

He was already worried about how to get away. The Wuji Sword Sect had spies all over the world. If he ran away, he would have to live a life of fugitive. It was impossible for him, who was used to idleness, to accept it.

Now that such a person was sent up, he was given a way to escape on the spot, and the magic weapon seemed to be tailor-made for him, so there was no need to use it for nothing.

Originally, he still thought about losing all the way in the future, but now it seems that he must win.

So he smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Xia Yingxian looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I believe in Ah Yu."

Pei Muzhi patted Gu Jingyu's shoulder, and cheered up: "We Jianzong disciples will never be cowardly, teach him a lesson!"

Gu Jingyu smiled dryly, did you teach me a lesson?

It's a lesson, but...

He had to make good use of the cannon fodder delivered to his door.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Gu's plan to escape from death is executed ING~~

This chapter is a bit short, the next big plot will be followed, and then Lao Gong will appear on the stage.