Qingcheng Mountain.
An ordinary disciple in the audience was turning his head and talking to the person next to him.
"Listen to me and count to three. Later, that brat Jueyun will be punched off the stage by our senior brother Liao Ping. Three, two..."
boom
Before the ordinary disciple could say anything, he heard a loud noise, and the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground made everyone around him stunned.
Looking at the disciples at the other end who were surrounding the place where the heavy object fell, their faces were full of confusion and shock. Ordinary disciples had a bad premonition in their hearts. If Jueyun lost, they would be very happy and even laugh around him. But these disciples all looked bitter, could it be...
"Liaoping...senior brother..."
"It must be that Jueyun madman who is cheating! Otherwise, how could Senior Brother Liaoping lose!"
"Yes, yes, please ask Elder Wu Fan to make the decision for us!"
Some disciples had already begun to clamor for Wu Fan to teach Jueyun a lesson, but more people just gathered around Liao Ping who fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
At this time, a beautiful figure walked over. Wherever she went, the disciples around her respectfully moved out of the way after seeing her.
The loose Taoist robe further accentuated the woman's thin shoulders, her dark eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Senior Sister Liao Le..."
"Senior Sister Liao Le has always taken care of us junior brothers and sisters. Now that I see Senior Brother Ping's appearance, I guess..."
"We also asked Senior Sister Le to make the decision for us!" All the disciples bowed and saluted.
Their sect was humiliated and their senior brother was injured. But their strength is low and they cannot go on stage to fight.
Now that Jueyun could injure and defeat Ping so easily, Le was the only one present who could fight him.
Liao Le's expression was bitter, but he didn't speak. He just bent over and squatted in front of Ping Shen.
On the ground, Liao Ping's face was pale, his eyes were closed, there was a hole on his chest that was bleeding, and the sleeve of his right arm had been shattered into pieces of rags.
Liao Le put a hand on his thick arm and slowly gave him a trace of inner strength.
Within a moment, Liao Le's expression changed instantly.
The meridians in Liao Ping's right arm were broken every inch, and congestion blocked the fractured meridians, blocking the blood flow.
If this was allowed to continue, Liao Ping's arm would be completely useless in just half an hour.
Liao Le was about to get up and ask someone to send Liao Ping for treatment, but he was held back by a hand.
Liao Le had no choice but to lean down slowly.
"Senior Brother Liaoping, your injury..."
Liao Ping looked at Le's worried eyes, but smiled and shook his head.
"Although our skills are inferior to others, we cannot just watch our sect being humiliated and stand by and do nothing."
Liao Le nodded, but his eyes were still on Ping's right arm, and he saw a large purple bruise slowly emerging under the skin.
She knew very well that these bruises were caused by accumulated blood vessel fragments. If it was not resolved as soon as possible, the arm might not be saved.
"Senior Brother Liao Ping, I'll send someone to send you for treatment first." Liao Le said hurriedly.
However, Liao Ping still held her with his left hand, preventing her from getting up.
Ahem
Liao Ping coughed heavily, and a ball of blood foam stained his Taoist robe.
Liao Le had no choice but to squat back and asked worriedly, "Senior brother, do you have anything else to explain?"
"This man's marksmanship is superb. You must not underestimate the enemy. You must take it seriously. This is a battle that represents our Qingcheng Mountain. We must, must not lose!" Liao Ping's red eyes stared straight at Le, with his left hand He even grabbed Le's hand tightly.
The disciples on the side looked at this scene, and they were all touched.
They also knew very well that there was a huge risk in taking the stage to fight Jueyun.
If you win, you will naturally maintain the prestige of Qingcheng Mountain and gain honor and reputation. But if you fail, you will not only risk your own reputation, but you will also have to endure huge psychological pressure, and may even become a major demon in your future cultivation path. After all, you will lose in front of so many disciples and elders. .
This is one of the reasons why no one has come on stage.
"Haha, what's wrong? Are you all such cowards in Qingcheng Mountain? It's okay to forget about your lack of strength. But when you see your senior brother lose so miserably, you get scared and you all act like a coward?"
Jueyun, who had seen no one on stage for a long time, now walked to the edge of the platform, held the gun in both hands, and looked at the people in the audience with a proud expression.
In his opinion, these Qingcheng Mountain disciples are just a bunch of weak and incompetent waste.
"I heard that your disciples are going to choose a Taoist disciple for this martial arts competition? And I also heard that there is a person named, who seems to be very likely to win the title of Taoist?"
Jueyun rubbed his head with one hand and squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to be thinking hard.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said loudly, "Yes, it's called Meng! It's called Meng. I heard that he is the most talented person in Qingcheng Mountain in recent years. Where are the others? Do you dare to come out and compete with me!"
Jueyun's sharp eyes swept over everyone's heads, "Let him come out quickly!"
Jue Yun also suddenly remembered that Jueshenzi had told him before he came that Wu Fan from Qingcheng Mountain had a pair of disciples. One was his adopted son named Wu Yun, who was probably slightly inferior to him in strength, and another named Called Meng, it seems that he has been hidden in the snow of Qingcheng Mountain. He has never heard of his achievements. There are even rumors that he has been officially designated as the Taoist of Qingcheng Mountain this year.
Jueshenzi specifically told Jueyun to test the strength of this dream when he had the chance. If he couldn't test it out, then forget it.
Many disciples in the audience were at a loss for a while. They had never heard of a person named Meng in Qingcheng Mountain. At this time, you were looking at me and I was looking at you, looking at each other in confusion.
"Do you know this guy named Le?"
"I don't know him. Maybe he is a senior brother or sister who has been in seclusion for a long time."
"I don't know him either. I have the impression that I have never heard of this person in Qingcheng Mountain."
However, some people's eyes immediately flickered when they heard this.
Liao Ping looked at Le Le and moved his lips slightly, as if he said something.
Liao Le looked melancholy, and then stood up slowly.
This time, Liao Ping didn't hold Le back.
Soon, several disciples helped Ping and took him to heal his injuries.
Lelian moved lightly and walked towards the stage in an airy manner.
The weak and beautiful figure seemed to be embodying a domineering and unparalleled aura at this moment.
After standing still on the stage, Liao Le's hair was windless, and a face that was originally delicate and charming seemed to have a layer of frost at this moment. A pair of cold eyes stared straight at Jueyun, their eyes full of undisguised anger.
"Thank you, senior sister, for rectifying our Qingcheng Mountain's name!"
A disciple bowed and saluted in the audience with an impassioned voice.
"Thank you, senior sister, for rectifying our Qingcheng Mountain's name!"
This time, countless disciples in the audience spontaneously bowed and saluted, whether they were old disciples who started before Le or disciples who didn't know Le.
The moment Dang Le stood on the stage, she made the choice to clear Qingcheng Mountain's name. This was a responsibility that she would not have to bear, a responsibility that she could have chosen to avoid.
But she finally stood up.
"Are you... Liole?" Jueyun asked uncertainly. He could feel that although the woman in front of him was stronger than the previous one named Ping, she was still not very powerful.
Liao Le's eyes moved, but he didn't say yes or no.
She was considered to be one of the top among the new disciples in Qingcheng Mountain. She originally thought that only Wu Yun, the adopted son of the great elder Wu Fan, was stronger than her.
Until a few days ago, she went to consult an old disciple about some confusion in practice and matters related to this disciple's martial arts competition.
Because she heard that a Taoist disciple would be selected for this ceremony.
You must know that becoming a Daozi means that you will be fully trained by Qingcheng Mountain, and every move you make will represent Qingcheng Mountain. This is the dream of countless disciples.
The old disciple saw that she seemed to have a lot of ideas about the name of this Taoist disciple, so he shook his head and sighed, telling her that the Taoist disciple of this class had actually been secretly decided for a long time.
Liao Le was immediately shocked when he heard this, and quickly asked the old disciple what he meant by this.
The old disciple just said the word "dream", then waved his hand, no matter how she asked, he said no more.
After that, she also inquired around, but she didn't get anything valuable.
Therefore, she had no choice but to hide this mysterious name deep in her heart.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Jueyun didn't ask any more questions. He just said lightly, "Are you ready? Let's start when you are ready!"
Liao Le nodded calmly.
All the elders on the stage had their eyebrows twinkling after seeing Jue Yun defeating Ling Ping with a single move.
"What a quick shot!"
"No, it's not one shot, it's two shots!"
"Yes, Jueyun's previous shot hit Ping's right arm, directly shattering the meridians of Ping's right arm and directly interrupting his prepared punch. Then there was another punch A powerful and heavy gun stabbed Ping in the chest, knocking him off the stage."
"But Jueyun still showed mercy. The force of this last shot hit the air, otherwise this shot would have been enough to kill Ping."
"This also taught Lioping a lesson and taught him a lesson."
Several elders were talking and laughing about the battle between Liao Ping and Jue Yun, without paying any attention to Wu Fan who was sitting on the chair and felt very unhappy.
Liao Ping is a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, which means he is Wu Fan's disciple. Ling Ping's defeat made him, an elder, feel a little uncomfortable. Coupled with the debate among several elders on the side, this was a big blow to Wu Fan, who had always been strong.
Jueyun was also very thoughtful. He deliberately spared his hand from the last shot and did not kill him. However, his previous shot destroyed half of Ping's arm.
However, Jueyun did not kill him, which left Wu Fan with no reason to take action.
Wu Fan originally planned to save Ping before Jue Yun killed him, and then captured Jue Yun on the spot, so that he would have a reason to deal with Jue Yun at will.
However, Jueyun didn't give him this chance at all, and what he did was even more uncomfortable for Liao Ping than killing him.
You must know that Ping originally specialized in studying the demon-suppressing fist. If his hand is disabled, it is equivalent to destroying half of his body cultivation.
This is a great torture for a warrior.
"Liao Le has already taken action, why aren't you taking action yet?" Wu Fan did not look at Liao Le on the stage, but quietly looked at the dark crowd of disciples under the stage, seemingly looking for someone.
