This match was not interesting enough. From the beginning to the end, the weak boy didn't even touch Zhang Xiaojun before he was knocked off the ring with a talisman.
It was reasonable, but the disciples in the audience were a little dissatisfied. They came to watch the game, and this kind of crushing game was meaningless.
The competition started in the order of "A, B, C, D, Wu, Si, Geng, Xin". After two rounds, it was Mo Fengchun and the long-bearded young man's turn.
Lin Feng's worry was not unreasonable. Yu Youzhen had struck hard. Mo Fengchun was seriously injured and was almost beaten by the bearded young man.
The spectators breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the ring intently.
In the end, Mo Fengchun exchanged injuries for injuries and narrowly won the round.
Yu Shaoan patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said, "It's our turn. You should act more realistically and don't let others see your flaws. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, it's no problem." Lin Feng pushed his hand away and took the lead on the stage.
He came to the ring and took out his token.
Suddenly, his personal information and qualifying score appeared in the air.
[Name: Lin Feng]
[Identity: Outer disciple (no master)]
[Score: 13992]
As the score appeared, the disciples were in an uproar.
"How many points!?"
"My mother asked me why I stood watching the game..."
"Is there an error in the scoring process? How could it be more than 10,000 points?"
"Lin Feng was really fierce on the day of the qualifiers. Thousands of people were eliminated when he smashed the boulder with his hand. It's normal to score more than 10,000 points."
"Maybe he went through the back door. No matter how fierce he is, he is just a Qi-training monk. There are many people in the outer sect who are better than him. Why don't they have so many points?"
"Yes, if I can win the favor of the Saint, I will be the one standing on the stage now."
"Don't be upset, okay? Lin Feng is very strong. I was eliminated by him in the qualifiers."
"Brother, are you cheap? He eliminated you, and you still speak for him? I'm really convinced. People like you only deserve to be oppressed for the rest of their lives!"
Amid the discussion, Yu Shaoan came on stage.
[Name: Yu Shaoan]
[Identity: Outer disciple (no master)]
[Score: 39]
"..."
"..."
"Hahahaha! Is Yu Shaoan coming here to be funny?"
"I can't survive anymore. I can't live without laughing anymore."
"One has more than 13,000 points, and the other has 39 points. How the hell do we still have to fight?"
"It's over. Although I despise Lin Feng for using the back door, I must admit the fact - Yu Shaoan is not Lin Feng's opponent at all."
"Not necessarily. Look, Yu Shaoan seems to be very confident."
A female disciple pointed to the ring.
On the ring, Yu Shaoan jumped on the spot, stretched with lunges, and did a few push-ups. Finally, he waved to the audience and greeted him with a smile.
The female disciple was surprised: "Where does he get his confidence? Even if he has the support of Elder Wu Yong, Lin Feng also has the support of the Saint."
"You don't understand this. I heard that last night, the saint ran to the outer gate to catch the adulterer!"
"Who? Who!"
"That's the female disciple who came on stage just now, Mo Fengchun."
"why?"
"I don't know. Anyway, there must be some explanation. Let's just watch the excitement, so as not to get angry."
"In this case, if Yu Shaoan is so confident, does it mean that the Saint has given up on Lin Feng? So Elder Wu Yong bribed Lin Feng to fight the match-fixing?"
"It's possible, but it's also possible that the saint gave a signal and deliberately asked Elder Wu Yong to make things difficult for Lin Feng, letting him know that without the saint, he, Lin Feng, is nothing!"
"So that's it, have we discovered the truth?"
"Um."
"..."
At the same time, Shen Qing was on the way, and Lin Feng killed her sister. Not only was he not punished, but he also won the qualifiers with glory.
She hated him, so she ignored her injuries and raised her sword to take revenge, determined to kill Lin Feng!
On the other side, on the ring, the referee waved his hand and the game officially began.
Yu Shaoan blinked at Lin Feng eagerly, and then took out the long sword from the storage bag.
Taking two steps and three steps at a time, he hit Lin Feng with a series of afterimages.
Seeing that a sword was about to hit Lin Feng, Lin Feng remained motionless, as if he had not reacted.
Yu Shaoan frowned, thinking that you are acting more realistically! Don't let me win too easily, otherwise it will be obvious to others and I will be easily criticized.
"Snapped!"
Lin Feng suddenly took action and slapped Yu Shaoan, causing his face to twist and he froze in place.
what's the situation? Yu Shaoan was in a daze, but he saw Lin Feng blinking at him.
He got it, got it all.
Lin Feng is acting!
Yu Shaoan was immediately overjoyed, immediately raised his sword and flew back.
Since Lin Feng was acting, he had to take it seriously, so he made a magic trick with his hands, threw the long sword into the air, and shouted with a serious expression.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
The sound fell to the ground, the spiritual energy pulled him, and the sword flew towards Lin Feng with a swish.
However……
"Snapped!"
Yu Shaoan's face twisted, and he staggered a few steps due to the slap. Half of his face was numb. He winked at Lin Feng crazily.
Okay, no need to act so realistically!
Lin Feng also winked at him, then raised his foot and kicked him out.
He grabbed the flying sword with his hand and broke it into two pieces.
Yu Shaoan fell to the edge of the ring, his eyes frightened, and he wanted to climb down.
This situation was different from what he thought.
In his opinion, he and Lin Feng should have fought back and forth and narrowly won in the end.
Why are you being crushed now?
There was a burst of boos from the audience, and Yu Shaoan's cheeks heated up. He didn't know whether it was from being slapped or from embarrassment.
Suddenly, he found that he couldn't climb anymore.
Looking back, he saw Lin Feng grabbing one of his legs with a smile on his face.
"you you……"
"Senior Brother Yu." Lin Feng tilted his neck and made a pop: "You liked to bully me before?"
"I didn't, I admit..."
"Snapped!"
Lin Feng used strength and slapped Yu Shaoan's mouth, shattering all the back molars.
"Still want to admit defeat?"
Lin Feng grabbed his leg and threw him directly to the ground. With a bang, the arena cracked.
Yu Shaoan spat out a mouthful of blood and his eyes popped out.
He wants to surrender! Where is the referee?
He turned to look at the referee and saw that the man was staring at the game very seriously, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was wondering why he didn't surrender yet.
Yu Shaoan felt that he was about to burst. Did he not want to vote?
Lin Feng wouldn't let him vote!
Just as he was thinking about it, the picture in front of him rotated, and he was knocked to the ground again by Lin Feng.
Blood sprayed all over the ring, and the bones were about to fall apart.
Lin Feng grabbed Yu Shaoan's hair and lifted him up. He looked at him like a dead dog and immediately smiled.
"Senior Brother Yu, when you made things difficult for me, did you ever think that one day, a furnace tripod would beat you like a dog?"
"Hmm..." Yu Shaoan shook his head vigorously.
Lin Feng sneered: "I guess you haven't thought about it. Okay, it's time to send you on your way."
"Um?"
Yu Shaoan's eyes widened, and in the next second, his body lost all awareness of pain.
He stared blankly at the sky and saw the referee trying his best to pull Lin Feng away and seemed to be shouting something.
Wu Yong also lay down next to him, but he couldn't hear anything.
