In the audience, the disciples had been worried about it for the whole game, but they all took it back at this moment. After all, facing the demon dragon at the golden elixir stage, could Lin Feng still create a miracle?
Lin Feng suddenly lowered his hand, and Zhang Shun thought he was going to surrender.
In the end, he said calmly: "I haven't lost yet."
"You don't want to admit defeat?"
"Um."
"Then don't blame me." Zhang Shun was furious: "Come on, life or death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the demon dragon came to kill him.
Lin Feng turned a blind eye, and in the next second, he took out a long sword from his storage bag.
The long sword was of extraordinary quality, and was given to him by Yu Youshu when he entered Wanchong Cliff two months ago.
Zhang Shun sneered: "You think you can stop my demon dragon with this sword? You are not overestimating...ah!"
He suddenly screamed with horror: "You...you...madman!"
Lin Feng took out his sword and pointed it not at the demon dragon, but at himself.
Aiming at the heart, Crunch is like a sword.
Pierce himself first, then Zhang Shun.
His heart twitched, his aura suddenly became stagnant and his blood flowed backwards. The fear of death came with the pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto Lin Feng's face.
Zhang Shun was immediately stunned.
It's just a martial arts contest, right?
Just go up and stab the heart, aren't you afraid that if you make a mistake, you will die first?
The demonic dragon was a little illusory and disappeared from the spot after a few seconds.
Lin Feng pulled out his sword and spit out a stream of blood.
He aimed at his Dantian and turned to ask Zhang Shun: "Do you admit defeat?"
Zhang Shun was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "I don't believe you dare... Hey! Wait, I give up!"
Seeing that Lin Feng was really going to use his sword, he was scared.
Heart damage is death.
Damage to the Dantian and loss of cultivation would be a life worse than death for a monk.
At the critical moment, Zhang Shun had to give up.
After he conceded defeat, the referee immediately rushed in and separated the two men.
Zhang Shun collapsed on the ground, with a wound on his left chest and blood spurting out in spurts. His whole face was pale and sluggish.
Lin Feng was also spitting blood, but he didn't seem to notice it. He let the blood spurt all over the ground, walked up to Zhang Shun, stretched out his hand, and smiled.
"I have benefited a lot from playing against you. We can learn more from each other in the future."
"...Get away, who dares to fight you!" Zhang Shun suffered considerable physical and mental injuries and was dragged away by the referee.
Lin Feng turned around, blood scattered on the ground, and waved to the audience.
The disciples' faces were full of horror.
At this time, a very light fragrance came from the nose, and then a pill was put into the mouth.
Lin Feng was stunned and looked back.
Seeing Mo Fengchun in front of him, he moved his fingers together to seal the wound on his chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Fengchun asked with a frown.
"I specialize in physical fitness and am not afraid of..."
"Stop talking." Mo Fengchun looked a little angry, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Why do you hurt yourself? Is it because of... me?"
"You?" Lin Feng frowned: "What does it have to do with you?"
"Don't do this again."
Mo Fengchun bit his lip and opened his mouth. There were too many words to say, so he left a bottle of elixir and left.
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In the evening, the quarterfinals ended.
Those who advanced to the semi-finals are: Lin Feng, Mo Fengchun, Zhang Xiaojun, and Bai Ying.
The Final Four is seven days later.
It is said that Nian Xi will come to watch the battle in person.
Among the four selected disciples, the contestant with the highest reputation for winning the championship is Zhang Xiaojun. This inconspicuous little person actually has the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation building.
It can be said that he completed a magnificent counterattack in this outer sect competition.
From unknown to everyone.
Lin Feng also has many supporters. Whether it is the strong contrast in appearance or the passionate fighting style, they have become his eye-catching weapon.
It's hard for people to imagine how a pretty boy who looked so frail could turn into a big guy and hit people with his bangs.
However, this has nothing to do with him.
On the night after the quarterfinals, Lin Feng began to plan his escape plan.
The outer door, outside Wu Yong's house.
Lin Feng wore night clothes and came here quietly.
The house is brightly lit.
Orange light shone through the carved wooden window and reflected on Lin Feng's face.
He looked in through the window paper and could only see two blurry figures. The atmosphere was silent. There were clearly two people, but there was no sound of communication.
Regardless of what was being plotted inside, Lin Feng took out a letter from his storage bag and threw it in front of the cabin door.
He took a breath.
"Elder Wu, whether I can escape or not depends entirely on you." Wu Zi muttered, he wrapped his clothes tightly and stamped on the ground hard.
"Crack." The branch broke.
"who!"
Wu Yong opened the door and ran out quickly, and then Zhang Xiaojun followed him out slowly.
"Elder, don't be nervous."
"I am an accomplice, how can I not be nervous!"
"Um?"
A fierce look flashed in Zhang Xiaojun's eyes.
When Wu Yong saw this, he immediately shrank his neck: "I'm sorry, I was nervous for a moment and forgot... Don't worry, I won't say it again in the future."
Wu Yong, who bossed Zhang Xiaojun overtly, turned out to be submissive in private.
Zhang Xiaojun's face was cold and he didn't have his usual playful expression: "God knows what happened between the two of us. You know it and I know it. You'd better rot in your stomach, otherwise..."
"I will, I will." Wu Yong wiped his sweat: "The voice just now..."
"It's probably a wild cat." Zhang Xiaojun walked slowly to the door, bent down to pick up a letter, and handed it to Wu Yong: "Look, the hair of a wild cat."
"yes……"
Wu Yong opened the envelope while slandering Zhang Xiaojun for being too talkative.
He glanced at the signature and frowned immediately.
"Lin Feng?"
"Yes." Zhang Xiaojun walked back to the house slowly and leaned back on the wooden chair: "Read it to me."
"yes."
Wu Yong obeyed and read sentence by sentence.
"Er Gou, when you read this letter, I will have left the Hehuan Sect."
"I know you can't bear to leave me, but I have to go."
"It has been more than half a year since I was snatched back to the sect by Yu Youxun. During these days of being entangled with her, I forgot about my original normal life."
"So, don't hold me back anymore, just bless me."
Wu Yong was overjoyed after reading this.
"Lin Feng wants to run!"
"He just ran away. Why are you happy?" Zhang Xiaojun smiled softly: "I guess you must want to go to the Law Enforcement Hall and lead someone to capture Lin Feng?"
"You are wise."
"And then there's going to be such a fuss that the sect leader has to send Lin Feng to Ten Thousand Insect Cliffs?"
"Exactly." Wu Yong smiled: "You guessed it right..."
"idiot!"
Zhang Xiaojun glared and said angrily: "What time is it now? Do you dare to cause trouble?"
"I……"
"I'm warning you, don't try to avenge your nephew." Zhang Xiaojun stood up, his face shrouded in shadow: "You should be aware of the current situation, right?"
"Clear." Wu Yong swallowed, sweating profusely.
"That's fine." Zhang Xiaojun changed his angry look and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious. When we destroy the Hehuan Sect, we will naturally hand over Lin Feng to you."
