The crowd was buzzing and chattering.
But a voice can clearly be heard, "It must be flying faster! That sword can fly!"
Feihua from the Jinghong Sect jumped onto the flying sword.
Listening to the crowd's comments, she couldn't help but curl up her lips, feeling proud.
"Do you think running on the ground can be faster than flying in the sky?"
"This time, the Jinghong faction will definitely win!"
Feihua stood firmly on the flying sword.
Listening to people's admiration, she seemed to have won.
The mountain road is rugged, but her flying sword can travel straight.
There is no need to climb winding roads or pass through dense woods.
Feihua smiled slightly and lowered his head to look at the mountain road.
She wanted to see how difficult it was for one person and one tiger to travel on the rugged mountain road.
But she lowered her head and looked around.
"Where's the human? Where's the tiger?"
On the entire mountain road, there was no trace of a person or a tiger.
"He wouldn't have walked into the jungle, would he?"
There are bushes in the dense forest. The bushes have dense branches and leaves, and the branches are covered with thorns.
A tiger with such a huge body cannot pass through the bushes, let alone carrying a person on its back!
Feihua shook his head and laughed, "It seems that this old man is not very smart."
Feihua controlled the flying sword and flew steadily towards the top of the mountain.
"Roar--"
A tiger roared.
The people on the top of the mountain had just released the fireworks as a "signal" less than a moment ago.
A roar of a tiger came.
Followed by a huge adult tiger, it jumped into the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple.
"Big bug!"
"Tiger!"
The little Taoist priests exclaimed.
But they quickly saw clearly Han Xian sitting astride the tiger.
Leader Wu Ding, the representatives sent by the two factions, and the people who followed up the mountain all looked at this man and the tiger in surprise.
"How is it possible? So fast?"
"We climbed the mountain for half an hour!"
"Did you leave early?"
Han Xian smiled slightly and stroked his beard unhurriedly, "There are people watching down there, and everyone can testify. If I leave early, will the people from the Jinghong Sect agree?"
"Taoist Master Wu Ding, come on, throw it over!" Han Xian motioned to Master Wu Ding to throw over the beaded flower with diamonds.
The representative of the Jinghong Sect was unwilling to give in and kept looking up at the sky.
She whispered, "Why isn't Senior Sister Feihua coming?"
When Elder Wu Ding threw the pearl flower to Han Xian, she couldn't help but reach out to grab it.
However, Han Xian was faster than her.
I saw Han Xian's figure flash... He seemed to have left the tiger's back? It seems there isn't?
Everyone rubbed their eyes, as if they were dazzled at that moment.
Taking a closer look, Han Xian was still sitting firmly on the tiger's back, but he already held the beautiful beaded flower in his hand.
Under the pearl flower, there are colorful diamonds, which are so dazzling.
"Let's go now!" Han Xian stroked his beard and smiled.
The tiger jumped out of the Taoist temple wall.
"Senior sister! Senior sister! He's gone! He's already got the pearl flower and left! Go chase him!"
The little girl from Jinghong Sect shouted to the sky.
Everyone raised their heads as she did, and then they saw people from the Jinghong Sect flying towards them with swords.
Everyone thought it was incredible, "How come you can't fly faster than you can run on the ground?"
"Didn't it say in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that there is a kind of tiger with wings? Is the one the expert is riding a flying tiger?"
"Maybe that big insect also has wings, but we can't see it!"
The imagination of working people is endless.
Feihua, who came with the sword, felt even more incredible.
She didn't see the man and the tiger just now, but it turned out that he ran ahead of her?
How can this be?
But junior sister will not lie to her!
She can't lose, she wants to catch up with the tiger rider and get Zhuhua back!
Feihua thinks he might be dazzled?
She just saw clearly that the big tiger jumped out of the Taoist temple with the man on its back and jumped into the dense forest.
She also saw them falling to the ground, stirring up dust and white smoke.
But in the blink of an eye, that person and the tiger disappeared again?
In order to see clearly, Feihua flew his sword lower.
By accident, she was almost knocked off the flying sword by a tree branch.
Feihua frowned, and she had no choice but to fly high again.
"Forget it, I'll go down first and intercept him at the entrance to the Taoist temple!"
Feihua hurried down the mountain.
Before she could rush back to the Emei Taoist Temple, she heard cheers coming from the Taoist temple.
Is this...a cry to celebrate victory?
How... how is it possible?
"Hurry! Hurry up!" Feihua was anxious, her sword was unstable, and she almost fell off the sword.
When she rushed back to the competition site, she happened to see Han Xian pat the tiger's huge, furry head.
"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Tiger."
Han Xianchong raised his hand to the big tiger.
The tiger roared, jumped over the wall, and left the Emei Sect Taoist Temple.
"The Emei faction has won! They have won!"
The people watching the game, as well as the young disciples of the Emei Sect, cheered.
Feihua had a pale face and jumped off the flying sword with doubtful eyes.
She didn't dare to look at Master Yunyao's face, and she had no face to face her fellow disciples.
Wen Jin took off the diamond and threw the beautiful bead flower to the audience watching the game.
The audience jumped up to grab the pearl flower.
The crowd burst into loud cheers again.
The person who grabbed the pearl flower shouted with joy.
The crowd was infected with joy and cheered and celebrated.
What was incompatible with the happy crowd was a group of people from the Jinghong Sect.
They came to compete aggressively, but they were defeated in disgrace.
As the senior sister, Feihua almost buried her face in her chest.
Fortunately, they were all wearing veils and could not clearly see the embarrassment on their faces.
Master Yunyao took a step forward and said, "In the first game, you will win. However, don't get too complacent too soon, or the arrogant soldiers will be defeated! In the second game, let's compete in swordsmanship."
There was a buzz in the crowd, "What do you mean by 'counting someone else as the winner'? She's still wronged?"
"Only people who can't afford to lose would say that!"
Master Yunyao also heard the discussion.
But as she got older, she had already developed the "copper wall and iron surface".
Not only was there no trace of embarrassment on her face, she even raised her chin, "Can you compete in swordsmanship?"
"Ha! Remove the word "?"
Master Que stood up and said, "I am the weakest master of the Emei sect. I am not very talented, so I can only use my maternal skills to some extent."
"Other masters seem to be overqualified for their actions, so let me do it!"
Master Que is dressed in men's clothing today.
She already had a heroic spirit. Before meeting Wen Jin, she had almost never worn women's clothing.
After going to sea to experience, she has become more free and bold, and the gentle and demure temperament of Xiaojiabiyu cannot be seen in her at all.
Everyone who didn't know her thought she was a man.
Still a handsome young man.
Everyone was worried, "Is this person too young and too compassionate?"
"The woman from the Jinghong sect opposite is so beautiful. You wouldn't let her off on purpose, right?"
"Are you going to be unable to take action?"
Faced with everyone's worries and doubts, Mr. Que smiled slightly.
The women of Jinghong Sect breathed a long sigh of relief.
This is their area of expertise!
"Feishuang, you go." Master Yunyao said.
