The old man in green shirt also did not expect that the person who stopped him would be the captain of the Yidi Mountain, Du Yuan.
"Sir, why..."
"Shut up!"
Du Yuan scolded and said in a cold voice: "The Emperor's Festival is coming, and thousands of sects are coming to congratulate you. As the masters, it's just that you don't know how to treat guests. You also resorted to conspiracy and deceit to bully others. In the end, you dared to take action." ?”
Du Yuan waved his hand, and the flying sword floating in the air suddenly stabbed down. The sharp blade pierced the deck directly and was inserted straight in front of the old man in green shirt, shaking with a trembling sound.
“It’s really embarrassing for me, Yidi Mountain!”
Du Yuan's words were so convincing that they floated on the ancient ship and silenced all the voices.
The monks on the Yidi Mountain side looked stunned at first, and then lowered their heads in shame.
In front, a group of monks from other sects also looked surprised. They didn't expect that the captain of the ship was so sensible, without showing any favoritism, and was quite fair.
"As expected of a giant in the Immortal Realm, he has his own pride."
Some monks from a small outside sect whispered that although they still had no favorable impression of the old man in green shirt and others, they were in awe of the sect of Yidi Mountain.
The scene was silent for a long time, and you could even hear the sweat dripping from the Yidi Mountain monks onto the deck.
"Sorry, I'm just confused."
Finally, the old man in green shirt sighed, first bowed heavily to Du Yuan above him, and then faced the crowd of lay cultivators and bowed his hands with a look of sincerity and shame.
"Fellow Taoists, I am deeply ashamed of what I did before! The competition should be fair and just. In the first round, we were opportunistic and I was rude. Please forgive me... In addition, the physical things should not be done, old man If you punish yourself, you should make amends.”
After the old man in green shirt finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the long sword inserted in front of his eyes and slashed towards his left arm!
Clang!
As the sword light flashed, the left arm of the old man in blue was broken, and the blood stained the deck red.
"I hope that from the second round onwards, both sides will compete fairly, how about it?" The old man in green shirt panted heavily. Although his left arm was slowly recovering, his overall breath was much weaker than before.
Seeing this, a group of outside cultivators looked at each other, and finally the Spider took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "I admire Dishan's generosity and fellow Taoist's generosity! The first round results should also be calculated according to the actual time in the air. We also don’t want to win without force.”
"Thank you very much."
The old man in green shirt bowed again, and the atmosphere between the two parties instantly relaxed, and there was no longer any tension.
Buzz.
The flying sword trembled, flew out from the hand of the old man in green shirt, and returned to Du Yuan above the giant ship.
Then, Du Yuan made a secret in his hand and pointed it at the old man in green shirt. A ball of soft golden light slowly fell down like cotton wool, and finally melted into the old man in green shirt, treating his injuries.
"Thank you, sir!" The old man in green shirt was grateful, and the feeling of shame in his heart became even stronger.
"Go ahead, don't lose the courtesy of my Yidi Mountain."
Du Yuan smiled and nodded, sitting in the air, looking down at the people on the giant ship.
"In the first round, four breaths vs. three breaths, the outer sect monks are one step ahead!"
As Li Yang announced loudly, the atmosphere became lively again, but there was no smell of gunpowder, but positive competition.
Xu Yue sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a bottle of Maozi from his arms, took a sip, lay on the back of the Xuanhuo horse, and said with a leisurely smile: "The next thing will be interesting."
On the side, three iron-headed men stared intently at the group of strong men in the distance, their eyes full of hope.
"Let me do it!"
After a while, a lean man walked out from the Monk Mountain Monk side. He looked extremely frail.
"Hey, is he okay? Don't be blown away by the strong wind in the forest!" A monk from the outer sect joked.
"Look!"
The lean man smiled, and before anyone could react, he jumped out of the ship and stood facing the wind.
Immediately afterwards, he immediately bent his legs in the air and sat down cross-legged.
Buzz!
A corona-like halo appeared around him, enveloping him like a god or Buddha possessing him, helping him resist the pressure.
In this way, under the protection of the aperture, the lean man persisted for ten breaths before any changes occurred.
There was a click, and a crack appeared on the aperture. The lean man opened his eyes suddenly, reached out and grabbed the side of the ship, then climbed hard and jumped back onto the ship.
"Amazing!"
"Fellow Taoist is good! He can persist for so long!"
There were sounds of admiration from all around, and the lean man was also a little excited. The result was finally set at ten breaths.
Later, the foreign cultivators also sent a man from the Western Desert to appear.
This man was so powerful that his whole body could turn into flying sand, which greatly reduced the damage caused by the pressure on his body. He lasted until nine breaths before returning to the ship with the help of Spider Old Man.
At this point, the two sides were tied, thirteen breaths versus thirteen breaths.
"It's my turn!"
Finally, Li Yang, who was at the peak of the Separate Spirit Realm, appeared in person under the cheers of everyone.
I saw the magic formula in his hand changing so fast that people couldn't see it, and then he pressed it into the air, and his spiritual power condensed into the shape of a fairy bird.
"Chirp!"
With a bird's cry, Li Yang, with a confident look on his face, drove the fairy bird to fly out of the hull and began to resist the strong wind and pressure.
boom!
In just an instant, Li Yang's clothes began to make a hunting sound, and the fairy bird underneath him could no longer cry.
"Senior brother, hold on!"
Someone shouted, and Li Yang also looked solemn. He kept making secrets in his hands, strengthening the fairy bird and stabilizing himself at the same time.
Finally, after a full twenty breaths, the fairy bird disappeared into thin air, and Li Yang even retained some spiritual power, stepped in the air, and jumped back to the giant ship.
As a result, Yidi Mountain's performance was fixed at thirty-three breaths, and the gap widened instantly.
Waves of cheers rang out, and the Dishan side believed that the overall situation was decided and they were about to win.
"Is that all?"
However, at this moment, a woman walked out of the external cultivator. She was wet, but not frivolous at all, as if she was born this way.
"People from the Sea of Clear Sky..." A monk whispered with a solemn look on his face.
Li Yang also looked over and said with a smile: "After hearing what fellow Taoist said, do you feel confident?"
“Don’t be too sure, just do your best.”
After the woman finished speaking, she didn't say much, her body was as soft as running water, and she slowly floated out of the boat.
Then, she stretched out her hand and patted it, and a puddle of water appeared under her feet, dragging her figure to prevent it from being affected by gravity. She then raised her hand to support it and propped up a water curtain above to help her resist the pressure.
Time passed slowly, and ten breaths passed quickly. However, this woman did not feel embarrassed at all, but was very relaxed.
The expressions on the Yidi Mountain side gradually turned ugly, while the outer cultivators became excited.
If we continue like this, our results will soon exceed ours!
However, at this moment, a cry of surprise attracted everyone's attention.
"Huh? There's someone going down there too!"
Everyone looked at it with stunned expressions.
