"I understand, but now that I'm on this stage, I have to do my best to defeat you."
Feng Wuyue raised his head resolutely. Although his body had been bruised and bruised by Feng Yi's attack, his inner fighting spirit would not be destroyed.
"Then, I will fulfill your wish!" Feng Yixin said expressionlessly, "Now, please listen to my piano music."
Feng Yi's fingers slid gently on the strings, as if stroking a peaceful piece of music.
The sound of the piano is like a clear stream in the mountains, melodious and echoing in every corner of the arena.
Even the sect leaders of the major sects sitting far away from the arena could hear it clearly.
"How can I hear your music?"
Feng Wuyue smiled mockingly, his face full of disdain and contempt.
He deftly used his spiritual energy to block the hearing in both ears.
Then, Feng Wuyue quickly changed gestures with his hands, and the three humanoid puppets seemed to have gained life. They charged towards Feng Yi with an indescribable ferocity and speed.
Under Feng Wuyue's control, the humanoid puppet seemed to turn into a ghostly shadow, and its movements were so fast that no one could catch it.
The puppet shuttled through the air, like a night bat in the darkness, launching round after round of attacks towards Feng Yi with a powerful momentum that could not be resisted.
Every time he waved his arms, it seemed to cut through the barrier of the wind, triggering a shrill roar. The sound was like a lonely ghost wailing, which was heart-stopping and moved everyone present.
Feng Yi is as stable as a rock, his eyes only reflect the melody of the strings, focused and firm.
His fingers jumped lightly on the strings, like a fox in the mountain stream, swift and agile.
Feng Yi's piano music is full of power, like an indestructible line of defense, resisting the fierce attack of the puppet.
Every time the strings trembled, Feng Yi's piano sound was like the energy of a sword unsheathed, sharply penetrating the puppet's attack, and then violently counterattacking.
The sound of the piano and the attack of the puppets surged in the air, colliding into a chaotic and spectacular picture.
Feng Wuyue watched the battle with piercing eyes, a cruel and playful smile on his face, as if he was enjoying an exciting game.
In this battle, Feng Yi was as steady as a mountain, motionless, relying only on the sound of his piano to deal with the puppet's attacks.
His piano sound is like a tiger descending from the mountain, extremely ferocious, and like a fox traveling through the forest, cunning and agile.
Feng Yi used the sound of the piano as a spear and the sound of the piano as a shield, cleverly resisting the puppet's attack.
Feng Wuyue stared at Feng Yi's figure, doubts flashing in his deep eyes.
What kind of secret does Feng Yi hide?
Why does Feng Yi's piano sound have such powerful power?
These questions quietly arose in Feng Wuyue's heart, making Feng Wuyue have a strong interest in Feng Yi.
"Feng Yi's strength is so powerful that it makes one's heart palpitate. If everything goes well, he will undoubtedly be among the top three in the Genius Gala."
"You must understand that Feng Yidu has not yet become the chief disciple of the Kuangfeng Sect, so what level of strength will the young generation's top disciple of the Kuangfeng Sect have?"
In the audience, the Wind Clan monks felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and their shock was palpable. What was happening in front of them made them unbelievable.
"Facing an opponent like you makes my blood boil."
Feng Wuyue said this, his lips were slightly open, and his eyes shone with an indescribable strange light.
"The butterflies fly to shoot at the sun, and the pear flowers dance with their sleeves to hide themselves. Butterflies kill!"
Feng Wuyue controlled the puppet like flowing clouds and flowing water, and launched a violent attack on Feng Yi.
He cast the spell with one hand, and the shining golden sword in his hand had complicated butterfly patterns looming on the sword.
Suddenly, the long sword flew out like an unsheathed dragon, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky, and struck Feng Yi fiercely with unstoppable momentum.
The golden long sword was like a sharp blade traveling through time and space. It instantly split Feng Yi's guqin from the middle, and the sound of the guqin suddenly stopped.
Under the impact of the impact, Feng Yi flew towards the sky like a derailed meteor.
Feng Yi's body fell heavily under the ring, making a loud thunderous noise, and the whole earth shook violently.
Feng Yi fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, obviously losing his fighting ability.
At this moment, the entire venue became silent.
"Feng Wuyue of Fenghuo Sect showed outstanding strength and won this competition without any dispute." King Fenghu solemnly announced.
Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
During these seven days, the younger generation of the Wind Clan tried their best to show their strength.
They knew very well that only by showing extraordinary strength in front of the Wind King and the Wind Tiger King would they be able to gain their attention.
As time went by, the number of monks in the ring gradually decreased.
In the end, only a hundred people were left in the ring.
These one hundred people are all leaders among the younger generation of the Wind Clan.
The strength they displayed on stage was enough to amaze the audience.
"This grand gathering of the Wind Clan's geniuses has come to an end." King Fenghu solemnly announced.
During the competition, the strong men of the Wind Clan became very interested in the outstanding performance of some geniuses, and some even openly expressed their willingness to accept disciples.
However, among the top 100 geniuses in the competition, no one dared to intervene forcefully.
Because what they were facing was the king of the Wind Clan, the Wind King, and the Wind Tiger King.
The faces of the one hundred Feng Clan geniuses headed by Feng Jun were filled with joy and expectation.
They all have a dream hidden in their hearts, that is, if they can be selected by the Wind King, then they will be able to step onto the clouds, spread their wings and fly high, and their future will be bright.
"The Wind King will definitely choose me!"
Feng Jun's heart was boiling with passion, and his clenched fists expressed his firmness and determination.
The other disciples around him were also staring at King Fenghu closely, their gazes were like torches, as if they were going to burn a hole in King Fenghu's body.
"King Fenghu, do you have a particularly favorite disciple?" King Feng asked.
Before King Fenghu could speak, Feng Buqi could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart and said quickly to Feng Jun: "Feng Jun, are you willing to become my disciple, Feng Buqi?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a storm all around, and everyone's surprised eyes intertwined with Feng Jun like lightning.
Feng Bujie, the leader of the Wind Spear Sect, actually wants to take Feng Jun as his disciple?
This was undoubtedly a shocking bomb that instantly caused thousands of waves to rise on the originally calm lake surface.
It's puzzling that Feng Jun can win the favor of the leader of the Wind Spear Sect.
How is this going?
Don’t the Feng King and the Feng Tiger King look down on Feng Jun?
Thinking of this, other disciples looked dim one after another, and their disappointment was palpable.
Feng Jun's heart was full of struggle.
In fact, he had always dreamed of entering the mysterious Wind Palace, but reality stopped him.
The style of the King of Wind is always consistent and he behaves calmly.
Feng Jun knew very well that the leader of the Wind Spear Sect, Feng Bujiang, was the top sect leader in the Feng Domain.
He knew that once Feng Buqing decided to accept a disciple, Feng King would never come forward to snatch him easily.
Thinking of this, Feng Jun knelt down on the ground without hesitation, clasped his hands into fists, and shouted loudly to Feng Bao: "Feng Jun, pay homage to the master!"
"Haha, great! Really good!"
Feng Bubu felt very happy because the skills practiced by Feng Jun were very similar to those of King Feng Hu, and he admired this disciple very much.
"Feng Jun, I understand your desire for the Feng Palace. However, I want to tell you a truth. Everyone should find a master that suits them instead of blindly pursuing power and wealth." Feng Bu stopped saying, "We in the Wind Spear Sect have the Supreme Elder, King Fenghu. King Fenghu and I can guide you from different angles and directions. Whether it is the practice of Kung Fu or the path of life, we are willing to give our best. I will do my best to help you and ensure that you can become a truly powerful person."
