Early the next morning, the "Presbyterian Martial Arts" requested by the Hefa old man and others was held as planned under the leadership of Yuqing Sect Master. Suddenly, the kilometer-sized duel arena was overcrowded and extremely noisy.
Below the duel arena, a few hundred meters in radius were covered with bright red carpets, and the old men and young people were all sitting cross-legged on the carpet.
Even the suspended gray-white duel platforms were magically coated with a layer of faint multi-colored light. The whole scene looked both dreamy and grand.
"Where did Elder Luo Bin go?"
After Presbyterian Wu Qian counted the number of people, the kind-browed old man looked ugly. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the old man with the gutter nose had not been seen in the past few days.
"Reporting to Elder Liu, I met the drunken Elder Luo on the big rock outside Yuqing Hall that day. Since then, I have never seen him again!"
"Yes, the last time we saw Old Luo was when he was very drunk! Looking at Elder Luo like that, he must have been in a bad mood at that time!"
"It's no wonder that several of his direct disciples died inexplicably while training down the mountain. No one can accept this!"
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Elder Liu's abrupt question made everyone stunned for a moment, and then several elders expressed their opinions after providing clues.
"Sect Master, how should we deal with this matter?"
After hearing this, Liu Yidao had a gloomy expression on his face, and finally relayed the exact words of several elders to the man with the purple gold crown at the VIP table.
"First, secretly send someone to search the sect. After the martial arts competition is over, we will deal with it according to the sect's rules!"
Glancing sideways at the few dozen legendary elders beside him, Feng Tianjue gave instructions to the kind-browed old man in a lukewarm voice.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Tianjue showed an extremely leisurely expression, as if he didn't know anything, he reclined on the blue wave chair and closed his eyes to rest.
"What exactly did they say?"
The hearts of the withered old man and the man in purple were slightly moved, their eyes flashed at the same time, and they frowned and thought secretly.
Feng Ling only heard Elder Liu Yidao asking Master Yuqing "how to deal with it", and then all the energy was cut off by an invisible spiritual force.
"Brother Ling, the sect leader said that you are already at an advanced age and have not yet broken through the legendary realm. All aspects of your body's functions must have declined significantly. You do not need to participate in this martial arts competition. Just watch them struggle!"
After receiving Feng Tianjue's instruction, he first turned his head and made a look. After the two young elders took the order and left, Elder Liu Yidao sighed and turned around, and once again comforted the haggard old man in front of him with a worried look on his face.
"It doesn't matter, just think of it as entertainment!"
Ling Weiyun's clone chuckled and didn't care what the other party said. Although it was out of concern, at first glance, it seemed a bit unpleasant.
Just kidding, would Feng Ling quit so easily? Therefore, the kind-browed old man could not defeat the withered old man in the end, so he had no choice but to say: "The martial arts competition begins!"
Then, a strong wind blew up, and various colors of light flew around. The elders, like immortals, jumped onto the execution platform in twos and threes. In a short time, more than twenty dueling platforms were occupied.
Immediately afterwards, a famous elder summoned his own magic weapon in a tacit understanding, and then his eyes flashed, and at the same time he suddenly attacked the opponent.
"Boom! Boom...!" The entire duel field roared with loud noises, sword energy shot out, and dozens of harsh and earth-shattering explosions were superimposed layer by layer, causing the excited disciples to quickly cover their ears.
"Ah! Senior Brother Gou, your ears are bleeding!"
A female inner disciple with a reddish face choked up and exclaimed. She looked at the thin male disciple on the right who saw that the situation was not good. She covered her ears with both hands, but allowed the bright red liquid to flow down her earlobes. dripping.
"It's okay, just use your strength to resist!"
The thin man's voice was a little hoarse. After forcing a smile on his pale face, he immediately took back his hands and closed his eyes to heal his wounds when the other party heard the words.
"Wow! It's so touching...!"
This scene shocked many people around him, especially the female disciples who looked at him with envy.
"Not thin, do you have any plans?"
After a while, the thin disciple opened his eyes and his expression recovered a little. Seeing this, the fat disciple on his right immediately winked and smiled evilly.
"Ahem... Why is Senior Brother Zhu looking at me like this? I'm just a warm-hearted person!"
Gou Bushou felt that his whole body was a little hairy. He coughed twice and explained to Zhu Bupang in a righteous manner.
"Oh! You're quite capable..."
"On the twenty-fourth stage, we invite Elder Ling to appear!"
Just as Zhu Bupang glared, he was about to teach the pretentious guy on the left a lesson. Unexpectedly, a loud shout came from the mouth of the kind-browed old man.
At this time, many changes had taken place in the battle on the duel stage. Many elders have already decided the winner with their opponents, and the defeated elders have retreated one after another. The empty seats are naturally filled by the elders waiting to fight below.
"Master, come on...!"
"Master is mighty...!"
Sensing the specific position of the fat and thin disciples in the crowd, the withered old man's heart moved, and he just showed a gentle smile to the two of them without saying a word.
"suddenly--!"
Just like that, amidst the noisy shouts from the two Zhu Bupang, the pale hair was flying in the wind, and the old man's figure flickered from time to time, drifting quickly towards the No. 24 Duel Platform in the sky.
"Elder Ling, please show mercy!"
As soon as the withered old man landed on the duel stage, the gray-robed old man opposite him loudly handed over his hand. If you look closely, you can see that his expression is flickering, and he seems to be very fearful.
"Use force to make friends, please...!"
Ling Weiyun's clone raised his eyebrows and scanned the person in front of him carefully, waiting to notice that the other person's cultivation level was in the mid-tenth rank. Immediately, while putting his left hand on his back, he stretched out his right hand and made a very easy-going gesture.
The elders who are now on the stage are all at rank nine or ten, and those giant elders in the legendary realm are sitting in the VIP seats watching the battle. They maintain their own identity and naturally wait until the end of the "fighting show" before taking the stage.
Therefore, whether comparing in terms of cultivation or strength, Ling Weiyun's clone was not afraid of these elders in front of him at all.
"Hmph! Elder Ling, you are so arrogant!" Seeing the opponent's posture, the gray-robed old man's eyes became extremely cold. Before he finished speaking, he shouted and took the lead in drawing out his sword: "The sword has no eyes, Then you have to be careful!"
"You want to kill me?"
The strong wind made a tearing whistling sound, and when he saw that the tip of the sword that was attacking was stained with a dark color, the withered old man's eyes narrowed, and then he sneered through the voice.
The clone's cultivation level is obviously higher than that of the other person, and the age shown in the appearance is also higher than that of the other person. It is reasonable for Feng Ling to show courtesy with one hand.
But not only did the other party not appreciate it, they also took the opportunity to turn against each other and disown each other. This happened by coincidence, as if he had guessed that he would do this a long time ago.
Although it seemed like a coincidence, judging from the fear and panic that the other party had shown before, Feng Ling could deduce that this matter must have been premeditated, even without using mind reading skills.
"Hmph! You guessed it right!" A lukewarm voice reached his ears, causing the figure of the gray-robed old man approaching at high speed to tremble.
Immediately afterwards, realizing that the other party did not dodge, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually showed a ferocious look on his face, mocking: "It's a pity that you knew it was too late!"
