"Oh~...! It's a pity that these two guys have the upper hand!"
After the other people recovered from their injuries and listened to Elder Liu Yidao's explanation, they were all eager to give it a try.
But helplessly, the persimmons that I thought were softer had been picked out in advance, leaving two tough ones!
Before……
Ke Wei faced Cheng Ye and was defeated miserably!
Ye Hui also lost miserably against Shang Tu!
According to the rules of the competition: if Ke Wei wants to challenge, he can only choose Kuang Tu, and if Ye Hui wants to fight, he can only choose Cheng Ye! If this continues, won't the two of them have to work together to get off to a good start——
Two losses in a row! ?
"Ye Hui, Ke Wei, if you two continue to mess around, I will just give up!"
"Go, go...! Elder Liu, please calm down, we two will go now!"
Seeing the kind-browed old man looking unhappy, the two of them immediately looked sad and reluctantly jumped onto the No. 1 and No. 2 arena respectively. This is simply forcing them to jump into a pit of fire!
"Bang——!"
Suddenly, sparks burst out from all over the arena, smoke and dust mixed with gravel rolled, and the entire duel arena was filled with the roaring sound of explosions.
The other disciples were so excited that their eyes widened, and they didn't even blink. Looking at their scary expressions, it's as if they can no longer feel tired!
"Take my sword!" The air wave was rolling, and before the violent sword came, the thin man shouted loudly, and suddenly turned the sword body and raised it, avoiding the two swords facing each other at high speed. A sense of crisis surged into both of their minds at the same time.
"You are looking for death!" Seeing that Gou Bushou did not dodge his windless blade, he instead took the opportunity to control the sword in his hand and deliberately stabbed him directly in the chest. Xu Peng's face suddenly turned ugly, and his heart was filled with anger.
"Hiss! This is to use:
A way of trading injury for injury? "
Everyone quickly turned their eyes from the other arenas, and when they saw the scene in the third arena, they were all a little surprised: Isn't it just a game? There is no need to fight so hard, it must be like a life-and-death struggle!
Except for a very few people, they naturally didn't know that Gou Bushou and Xu Peng also had a deep feud, which was almost irresolvable.
"Bang~...!" A crisp collision sounded, and when he saw his sword falling on the opponent, it seemed to be stuck by something.
Immediately, a wisp of rags flew away, and the sharp edge cut through the coat on his chest. A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the cold and arrogant man. He quickly turned sideways, returned his sword, and retreated violently, narrowly dodging Gou Bushuo's attack. A close sword.
"Eighth-level Golden Thread——!" There was an exclamation from the VIP table. This time the elders were quite discerning and recognized what the thin man was wearing.
There were bursts of noise from the disciples below, covering up the broken sounds of battles on several stages, which showed how high the excitement was burning in their hearts.
"Could it be that he gave it to me?"
After calming down, each of the elders' expressions flickered and they glanced sideways at the man in black sitting next to Feng Yuqing, guessing in their hearts.
If Zhu Bupang alone has a high-level magic weapon, then it's okay to say that it may be his personal opportunity. After all, this kind of thing is not uncommon, and Kuang Tu is a typical example of adventure.
But now, two disciples who were usually inconspicuous not only reached the finals, but they also successively produced high-level magic weapons of rank eight.
You must know that ordinary rank-8 experts may not possess the advanced magic weapons of rank eight.
In this way, it is worth pondering where their weapons came from!
"Junior Brother Feng, do you know how to... refine weapons!?" The woman in white was very curious and couldn't help but send a message to the man in black to ask.
Apart from Feng Ling, who Zhu Bupang had always called the boss, Leng Ningshuang could not think of any other possibility that could allow Zhu Bupang and Zhu Bupang to obtain a high-level magic weapon!
The main thing is that Leng Ningshuang knows Feng Ling's true realm, which makes it easy for her to fall into the dilemma of mythologizing Feng Ling and guessing everything about him.
However, she really guessed it right!
"Feng Ling, was it really you who refined it!?"
Hearing this, Feng Yuqing also spoke at this time. Leng Ningshuang's words finally revealed the doubts in the minds of everyone at the VIP table, and their eyes immediately shone.
"It's just a joke. It's not worth mentioning, and it won't attract everyone's attention!" Seeing all the elders looking at him with burning eyes, Feng Ling felt uncomfortable all over, and quickly waved his hands and smiled awkwardly.
"Hiss!" The elders took a deep breath, and then, seeing the indifferent expression of the man in black, they all turned around and rolled their eyes.
He cursed angrily in his heart, "That's... an eighth-level high-level magic weapon! You guy, you actually told me that you were just refining it for fun!?"
In the Ghost Spirit Continent, weapon refiners have always been very rare, making this profession more noble than ghost spirit masters. However, every powerful weapon refiner is undoubtedly a high-level ghost spirit master.
Therefore, all the major sects will recruit advanced weapon refiners with rank eight or above with favorable conditions. If they are legendary realm weapon refiners, they will be the targets of small-scale wars between the major sects.
As far as the Yuqing Sect is concerned, as far as Ling Weiyun's clone knows, the sect only has a dozen senior weapon refiners and three legendary weapon refiners. There may be more, but they are not much different, which shows how rare they are.
"Junior Brother Feng, that's amazing!" Xiang Qiubai's heart moved and he cast an admiring look at the man in black, while the other core disciples were also stunned.
"Pfft——, junior brother, you are really an all-rounder!"
The woman in white's eyes flashed, then quickly turned away her brilliance. Then she thought of something and couldn't help but make a joke secretly.
But in his heart, he looked at the elders who couldn't calm down and muttered: "If you knew that he was still a senior alchemist, I'm afraid you would be so angry that you would pull out your ugly white beard without hesitation! "
Leng Ningshuang didn't know why she thought so. Maybe it was because she really disliked old guys with white beards, such as the haggard old man...
"Senior sister, you're overrated! You're not good at it, you're just half-assed!" Hearing the teasing voice transmission, Feng Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly. He naturally knew what Leng Ningshuang meant by "all-rounder".
"Feng Ling, after the inner sect competition is over, come to Yuqing Hall. I have something to tell you...!"
The man with the purple gold crown was still looking at the four arenas below expressionlessly, as if nothing had changed from the beginning to the end.
"Yes, Sect Master!"
The man in black's heart moved, and he heard the message and replied. Since Feng Tianjue wanted to find him, there must be something important, and he wisely did not ask.
However, judging from what he had always known about Yuqing Sect Master and what had just happened, Feng Ling could roughly guess part of it.
"Are you finally willing to... give it to me?"
The man in black curled his lips slightly, then withdrew his gaze and frowned at the thin disciple who was pursuing the victory, obviously seeing something unusual.
"Huh? Not good!" After careful sensing, Feng Ling was shocked and quickly sent a voice message to the thin man who had the upper hand to remind him, "If you are not thin, retreat quickly...!"
Originally, Gou Bulshou was suppressing Xu Peng with all his strength, but seeing that the opponent was having more and more difficulty, he showed obvious signs of defeat.
If you go all out in one go, you will take down the opponent sooner or later!
"Uh..., why do you have to retreat!?"
Gou Bushou, who knocked back the opponent with another strike of sword, stopped his forward motion and muttered something in a daze. The words he said almost made Feng Ling angry to death.
Simply, what pleased Feng Ling, who was about to speak again, was that although Gou Bushou was very confused, he still did as he said.
If it were anyone else, they would never be willing to turn back and give up when they were about to achieve success!
Out of trust in Feng Ling, Gou Bulshou followed Feng Ling's message and retreated. It was precisely this that saved his life invisibly.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy...!" Just as the thin man pulled back, Xu Peng, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped, his face became extremely ferocious, and he suddenly rushed forward.
Look at that astonishing explosive power, where does it return to the tired look when it was suppressed?
"Bang~...!"
There was a soft sound, and the cold and arrogant man approaching with a flickering figure changed to holding the sword in his left hand. His clenched right hand suddenly took out a handful of powder from behind, and almost without hesitation, sprinkled it on the thin man in front of him who looked frightened. go.
"Suddenly...!" Powder filling the air flew towards him. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Gou Bushao quickly retreated, trying to get out of this dangerous area.
Unexpectedly, the other party saw that he had seized the opportunity and his eyes lit up with joy. Immediately, the calmed hurricane swept through the storm again, rolling up tiny white powders flying everywhere and wrapping them around the thin man from all directions...
"Anesthesia powder!" Gou Bushou, who was trapped in the white hurricane, exclaimed as the pungent smell filled his bulging nostrils. Although he held his breath in time, a small amount was still inhaled into his body.
Immediately afterwards, a sense of dizziness and numbness surged through the body. Suddenly, the thin disciple felt his brain buzzing and he froze in place.
"Hmph~! Let's see how you dodge this time!" He manipulated the sword to attack Gou Bushou who was stunned on the spot at high speed. The cold and proud man sneered, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty and fierce light in his eyes that was not easy to detect.
Immediately, Xu Peng turned the edge of the windless blade in his hand and aimed it at Gou Bushao's head.
Obviously, Gou Bu Xian was wearing a high-level defensive magic weapon. Xu Peng knew that attacking the body was useless, so he turned to attack the vital parts of the head.
"Don't lose weight, wake up!" Seeing that the situation was not good, a huge but very obscure spiritual power suddenly came from the man in black, making the Yuqing Sect Master slightly frightened.
Following Feng Ling's loud shout, all the disciples came back to their senses and looked at the arena, with shock in their eyes.
"hateful!"
With Feng Ling's help, Gou Bushuo woke up quickly and saw that the sword was less than one meter away from him. He cursed in his heart, gritted his teeth and glanced behind him unwillingly.
At this moment, when he swung his sword, it was too late to resist. It seemed that he had no choice but to retreat...
retreat……,
Falling off the edge of the ring! To end the game in such a useless way, Gou Bushao felt dissatisfied.
But don’t retreat...,
If the opponent really succeeds and is stabbed in the head, needless to say, everyone can imagine the consequences!
"Forget it! It's never too late for a man to take revenge in ten years! What's more, what will happen if you lose and what will happen if you win? This is just a false name. Life is not important!"
After thinking about it clearly, the thin man exhaled a breath, and his whole body seemed to become relaxed.
No longer bothering with those floating clouds, Gou Bulshou took a step back and glanced meaningfully at the grinning man holding the sword.
"Wha...!" Then, when the sword was twenty centimeters away from his head, Gou Bulshou jumped decisively from the edge of the ring.
"Okay~! This guy is ready to do big things together!"
The withered old man shouted without concealment. After all the elders were stunned for a moment, they all showed admiration in their eyes at the thin man who landed smoothly.
After Gou Bulshou came on stage, even though he kept it in his heart and didn't say it, Ling Weiyun's clone knew it, but the hatred he felt for Xu Peng was no less than that of Zhu Bushou.
At this time, he was able to make this concession, not only letting go of hatred, but also an improvement in his state of mind! Of course, "let go" here means to see through, it doesn't mean to really let go, and it can't even mean letting go.
"Haha! I won, I won!" The grinning man stopped at the edge of the ring, his sword missing. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed proudly.
"Damn dog, don't run away if you have the guts!"
Xu Peng had never felt before that winning a game could make him so happy!
but……,
Xu Peng obviously overlooked something!
"If you don't lose weight, you will win!"
An old figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the thin man. After nodding and approvingly looking at the other man, he announced the result of the game in front of everyone.
"Why, why...!?" After hearing Elder Liu Yidao announcing the winner, all the disciples were stunned, and Xu Peng himself was even more emotionally disturbed.
As if going crazy, he roared hysterically at the old man below, "I refuse to accept and protest...!"
The sound of protest echoed throughout the world, and the entire noisy scene became eerily quiet. Even the other people in the ring quickly determined the winner because of this.
"Kang Tu, win!"
"Zhu Bupang, win!"
"Cheng Ye, win!"
…
Elder Liu immediately stepped forward and announced the results of the competition.
After the whole scene remained quiet for a few minutes, his eyes became extremely cold. He turned back to look at the cold and arrogant man with red eyes and coldly snorted:
"The protest is invalid! Inner disciple Xu Peng abused poison in the finals. Such despicable behavior,
It's really disgusting. Due to suspected violations,
Therefore...,
Disqualified from finals! "
Elder Liu immediately stepped forward and announced the results of the competition.
After the whole scene remained quiet for a few minutes, his eyes became extremely cold. He turned back to look at the cold and arrogant man with red eyes and coldly snorted:
"The protest is invalid! Inner disciple Xu Peng abused poison in the finals. Such despicable behavior,
It's really disgusting. Due to suspected violations,
Therefore...,
Disqualified from the finals...! "
Disqualified from the finals...! "
