According to legend, the Yuhu Sect was originally just a lonely giant peak. Later, it was divided into five parts by the divine power of Tongtian during the ancient war, and the middle peak was surrounded by east, west, north and south. Then a little boy had a chance encounter and passed by here, where he cultivated the true teachings. Then it was easy to establish a foothold here and named it Yuhu Sect. It didn't take long for it to become famous all over the world.
Wu Fan and his party followed Master Yunlang all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of the East Peak. After walking west for nearly half a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the foot of the main peak. I saw that a lot of people had gathered at the foot of the main peak. Although they were all different in height, short, fat and thin, they were dressed neatly and uniformly. Like Wu Fan and the others, they all wore white robes with green patterns and a jade gourd pattern on their breasts, but theirs was from the east, while the others were from the south and west.
Each group of people gathered around a central leader. On the east peak was Master Yunlang, on the west peak was Master Lu Chun, and on the south peak was a woman with a stern face. Even if someone greeted her, she ignored them, and everyone It seems that I am used to it. At the gate of the mountain, there were two people carefully checking the information of each Yuhu Sect disciple. Wu Fan saw that the two looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that it was the disciple behind him when he first met Master Yunlang, because at that time it was It was the first time I met a Jade Hu Sect disciple, so I was quite impressed.
When Lu Chun saw Yun Lang bringing someone over, he pointed his head forward, motioning for the disciples behind him to follow him, and then walked towards that side. As soon as he opened his mouth, he sarcastically said: "Is the master of the East Peak at the end of the crane here? Another one this year Are you ready to take over the bottom ten?" Master Yunlang seemed not to have heard and walked over on his own. Lu Chun thought to himself, this old guy is still here. Although I am not your opponent, let’s see how my Xifeng disciple will deal with you later?
Lu Chun snorted softly in his heart, glanced at the disciples behind Yun Lang, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost. Regardless of Yunlang's disregard, he stepped forward and grabbed Wu Fan: "You are either a human or a ghost. I clearly threw you to the Beifeng. I have been observing you for several days and haven't seen you come out. You..." Lu Chun's eyes Jiligulu turned around and his voice was a little higher, "You must have practiced some evil magic! Let me learn from you!"
Lu Chun was about to slap it down with his palm, but suddenly felt something was wrong and jumped back. He saw a few silver ice needles stabbing into the ground where he had just been. He was startled, turned around and cursed at the side: "Old Witch Snow! What are you doing!" He saw the woman on the south peak not far away looking stern and about to have a seizure. Seeing this, Yun Lang secretly thought it was bad and hurriedly stepped forward to hold her. The woman's face turned slightly red and then she stopped moving.
Master Yunlang quickly stopped his hand and apologized and whispered: "Junior sister Xue Wen, don't miss your business because of this foul-mouthed old dog. You can settle the score with him later." The woman who was called Xue Wen hummed softly, and then After glaring at Lu Chun, she saw that her disciples on the south peak had already finished checking, so she led them up the mountain. Master Yunlang also glanced at him sideways, sneered, and took his disciple to check. Lu Chun didn't make any moves this time. He stared at Wu Fan, thinking about something in his heart.
The so-called inspection was not complicated at all. They just temporarily withheld their belongings to prevent cheating. By the way, they recorded the names of the disciples from each peak and academy so that they could draw lots to choose their opponents. So it was over not long after that. A group of people had gathered at this time. Arrived at the top of the main peak.
Although it is said that the Yuhu Sect is in recession, it is only relative to its former heyday. Even if its strength is not as strong as before, it is by no means in vain. And the road up the mountain is several times wider. At this time, after walking a long stone road, there is a competition stage that has been set up. It is not so much that the competition stage is set up, but it is better to say that it is placed directly, because The whole thing is a large flat stone that is slightly higher than the ground and stands ten feet square. At the four corners of the stone, there are pillar-shaped stone tablets about two feet high. There is a gemstone embedded in the stone tablet, which glows faintly.
Looking further away from the other side of the competition platform, you can see a magnificent building. The main body is vermilion, the walls are painted with colorful pictures of the five elements of luck, and the roof is made of gray tube tiles, green glazed and double eaves. Xieshan style, the vermilion doors and windows and the blue and green eaves are decorated with gold threads and gold dots, making the colors of the Five Elements more vivid and lively. The flat seats are surrounded by wooden bead boards, and the lower eaves are four The sloping roof, with five-element beads placed on the ridges of each roof, shocked Wu Fan.
Looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the competition stage, there are separate high platforms, which are just enough for people to stop and watch the entire competition stage. At this time, everyone was assigned to the building on the left side of the competition stage as required, waiting for the next step. arrange.
Wu Fan also learned from everyone's chat that Yun Lang, Lu Chun and Xue Wen were only responsible for the affairs of the three peaks at first. Each peak and each courtyard originally had its own elders and masters, but when the tree fell, they scattered. The big tree of the Yuhu Sect fell, and they were squeezed everywhere, so almost all of them left. The three of them are the only ones left in charge who are considered to be veterans, so just three of them are responsible for the outer disciples of Yifeng, which is usually a good thing. Although Lu Chun was usually trouble-making and arrogant, the elders of the main peak turned a blind eye out of face, which later brought disaster to the Yuhu Sect, but this is all a story for another day.
As for the competition ground, after a while, I saw that there were gradually more people in the building opposite. The leaders were sitting in the middle, they should be a few elders, and those behind them should be the elders and elites of the main peak. Inner disciple. I saw a person behind me leap from the upstairs, and then landed lightly in the middle of the competition stage. He cleared his throat and began to introduce the rules of the competition.
"This competition is held for the Gumen general election. Although outsiders may have forgotten the Yuhu Sect, we ourselves must strengthen our beliefs! In fact, there was originally no quota for our Yuhu Sect in this Gumen general election, but three months ago I suddenly received news that five outer disciples were given to the outer sect as an exception, so this competition was a bit rushed. Although three months is not a short time, after all, there are disciples in the outer sect who are new to the Jade Pot Sect, and they may not be able to master their skills. You guys Let's each do our best. This time, there are a hundred people from the three peaks of the East, West and South, and the competition will be conducted in the form of random drawing. Those who hear the name can just come to the stage directly. The weapons will be chosen by themselves on the side. If they are knocked off the stage or surrender, it will be fine. Lose, keep an eye out for your fists and kicks. There is also a protective circle around this machine, so don’t worry about the external situation, I will stop it if something goes wrong."
After listening to the introduction of the competition, Wu Fan felt that these people did not seem to pay much attention to the competition. Maybe it was because the elite disciples had not achieved good rankings in the past, so they had no hope for the outside world. Wu Fan clenched his fists. This feeling of being looked down upon made him The admiration for Yuhu Sect in my heart has faded a bit. After the man stepped down, he returned to the tall building and randomly selected two people from the statistical list, "Xifeng, He Qing. Nanfeng, Peng Rui."
I saw two disciples walking out of the building one after another. The disciple from Xifeng took a sword from the weapons rack and went up to the stage. The disciple from Nanfeng also took a sword and went up. But before he could stand still, he saw a flash of cold light, and a sword light came towards him. He hurriedly blocked it, and was almost knocked off the stage, secretly saying something despicable. He dwarfed his body, took back his long sword and raised it upwards. The man from Xifeng hurriedly took a few steps away.
Seeing this, Peng Rui turned around and stabbed He Qing directly. He Qing's sword in his right hand stirred up and swung him away. A dagger quietly appeared in the palm of his left hand, and stabbed Peng Rui with a swish. Peng Rui couldn't react in time, and his left arm was cut open by the dagger. He hurriedly flew away, but how could He Qing give up such an opportunity? His moves to pursue victory were more sinister and sinister.
Although the disciples at Nanfeng are more qualified than those at Xifeng, they rarely fight and kill, so they have never encountered such vicious swordsmanship. He could only block in a hurry, and retreated continuously. Someone in the stands wanted to stop him, but was stopped by one of the elders: "Children are playing around, let them go, as long as no one is killed." This made this The man frowned, feeling unhappy, but also very helpless.
But just when Peng Rui was about to be pushed back off the stage, he rolled over and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and shot towards He Qing. He Qing froze for an instant and then rushed out of the competition stage. "First game, Peng Ruisheng! Next game..." Although it looked like the fight lasted for a while, in fact it was less than a third and a quarter of an hour. It was almost a matter of getting on the stage, sneak attacks, counterattacks, throwing daggers, forcing, and turning defeat into victory. it's over.
Although the last scene made these outsiders look puzzled, the next game started immediately, and everyone watched attentively. This game was a battle between two Nanfeng disciples. The fight was civilized and polite, with each move being followed. You come and go in a orderly manner, until one person makes a slight mistake, it finally ends, which makes people feel really sleepy.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu Chun, I tried my best." "That's all, I'm just testing it. The target hasn't appeared yet, and the trump card can't be used yet. Just drink this and see." He Qing drank the potion. , the originally slightly strong body became thinner and returned to its original appearance. "Master Lu Chun, is this okay?" "Nonsense! If you drink my antidote, you will definitely not be able to tell what you have taken before, so get out!"
Seeing He Qing walking further and further away, Lu Chun couldn't help but feel happy. Although the secret potion he obtained was not yet mature, it was only diluted by a small drop, and it could actually enhance a person's strength and reflexes in a short period of time. Although the side effect is that people's lifespan is shortened, but who cares about him, they are all his own pawns anyway. This disciple was originally just an orphan who had no power to control a chicken. He was just taken as a disciple on the surface just for the convenience of concealing others' eyes.
Lu Chun's purpose in this match was just to observe the effect of the potion. He was only asked to perform three simple moves. Seeing that the elders did not notice anything unusual, he secretly hollowed out a pill and added a few drops of it. Water dripped into it, and then sealed the elixir, ready to wait for the target to appear and give it to his chess pieces. Later, I felt something was not right, so I diluted a few more bottles. I was going to try it more first. If something abnormal really happened, it might not end well.
The competition here is actually quite boring, because they are all outer sect disciples, and there are few who can impress people. After all, they only know some basic physical skills of the sect and practice with cold weapons.
In the past, when East Peak disciples met West Peak disciples in private, they could interact with each other. But for some unknown reason in this competition, the opponent seemed to have been pumped with blood. The more they fought, the braver they became, and the few unlucky ones from Dongfeng had no choice but to surrender in the end. Occasionally, there are a few Nanfeng disciples who are a little bit more capable, and their moves can occasionally reveal a hint of the Ice Art, but they don't know if they are lacking in strength or just to hide it, so they don't expose it too much.
In the middle of the competition, someone had doubts and took away a Xifeng disciple who had won not long ago for a test. However, although the disciple looked completely different on and off the field, the Xifeng disciple seemed to be weak due to nervousness after the battle. . No one could say much. They could only understand it as excessive physical exertion. When Lu Chun heard this result, he was completely relieved. However, in order to make everyone relax in the subsequent competition, he deliberately let the disciples who used the medicine lose to the opponent in the end, while the disciples who did not use the medicine relied on their strength to fight, which was temporary. All doubts about Xifeng were lifted.
Just when Lu Chun was a little helpless, he only heard "Scene 39, Dongfeng, Wufan..." His ears pricked up, and he felt happy in his heart, thinking that the unlucky guy has finally arrived. "...Nanfeng, Zhu Xu." "Fuck!" Lu Chun punched the wall in front of him angrily, and then grinned in pain, which was so funny. His face became very gloomy, and he cursed secretly: Brat, let me see how long you can keep jumping around!
