Among Yan Shouyi's group, except for Lao Jin who had no fighting ability and Wang Zhilai, a kid, everyone else also drew number cards.
Fortunately, in the first round, there was no situation where one's own family beat one's own family. Everyone's opponents were outsiders.
Interestingly, Zhao Chengxiang of Wudang Mountain, who claims to be the owner of the Dragon and Tiger Secret Text, was drawn as "Rat B", which means that after Yan Shouyi's competition was over, it was Zhao Chengxiang's turn.
During the preparation stage, Long Feicheng stretched his neck to look for:
"Everyone, please help me take a look. Who has the other Longding number plate? Before he goes on stage, I'll give that kid some medicine!"
Zhao Yiyao complained: "Are you too insidious?"
"What do you know? Sun Tzu's Art of War says that conquering the enemy's troops without fighting is a good thing!"
"How do you understand the saying "Conquering the enemy without fighting?" Zhao Yiyao doubted herself for a moment. Why did she feel that this wasn't what Sun Tzu meant when she read The Art of War?
Lao Jin chuckled and said: "I have laxatives here. They are colorless and odorless, and they are so powerful. Even if you give them to the Heavenly Master, the Heavenly Master will not be able to withstand them!"
"Come on, you two, if the Heavenly Master discovers this kind of thing, I'm afraid you two won't be able to handle it." Yan Shouyi warned the two of them not to do such a thing, because he suspected that these two people were so wretched and really You can do such a thing!
Lao Jin poked Yan Shouyi with his elbow and whispered:
"Seriously, how about I help you get some for Zhao Chengxiang? Look at how arrogant he is, he really deserves a beating!"
"That's not true!" Even Wang Jixiang couldn't stand it anymore and expressed support for Lao Jin.
Zhao Chengxiang is so proud now that many of the female disciples participating in the competition are making secret glances at him. Even the female disciples on Mount Emei blush when they look at Zhao Chengxiang. How can the singles on Yan Shouyi's side endure this?
Before we even took action, a pretender stole the spotlight. How could we tolerate this? !
Yan Shou smiled and said: "To drug a counterfeit, it is better to drug the two real owners of the Dragon and Tiger Secret Text. Speaking of which, although the Heavenly Master announced that there are two owners of the Dragon and Tiger Secret Text in Longhu Mountain, But he didn't tell us their identities. It seems that he doesn't want his disciples to be targeted."
There are many people inside and outside Longhu Mountain who do not want Longhu Mountain’s own disciples to become the next Heavenly Masters, so once the identities of those two people are announced, they will definitely face everyone’s siege.
This is also the reason why Yan Shouyi didn't want to reveal his identity at first. If it weren't for the purpose of going against the Heavenly Master, he might not speak until the last moment.
As for Longhu Mountain, after preparations for a while, the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar was vacated.
Everyone retreated outside the sect altar and was stopped by the cordon. A senior Longhushan disciple stood guard every ten meters to prevent anyone from breaking into the Wanfa sect altar.
The venue for the competition is within the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar.
The old Heavenly Master and the great elder Zhang Sishui disappeared. The second elder of Longhu Mountain walked into the Wanfa Sect altar and announced the rules of the competition to everyone:
"First, the competition venue is limited to the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar. If either party falls to the ground for more than three seconds or leaves the competition venue, it will be deemed as surrender!"
"Second, the competition does not allow the use of any magic weapons or hidden weapons, except for some special sects that only rely on external forces to practice!"
"Third, no vicious incidents are allowed in the competition. Please stop it and make friends with the Tao..."
"Fourth, during the competition..."
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"Finally, due to the large number of contestants, this round of competition will divide the Wanfa Zongtan into four areas, with two disciples in each area, and the four areas will compete at the same time. The winner will stay in the venue and the second one will be conducted immediately. Four people compete for the round, and only the disciple standing at the end can advance!"
After the last rule was announced, everyone did the math in their minds.
Darling, this first round of competition is to weed out seven-eighths of the participating disciples!
The remaining one-eighth, there are only thirty-two people in total. The thirty-two people compete against each other, and only five more rounds of competition are needed to compete for the first place.
If you think about it carefully, it makes sense. There are only three days before and after the Luotian Dajiao. If it is carried out in a two-by-two duel, I am afraid that the fight will not be completed in a week.
Moreover, the participating disciples are all mortal bodies and cannot withstand high-intensity continuous battles. Otherwise, by the end of the fight, even if they do not die due to the opponent's miss, they themselves will be exhausted first...
This does not include the situation where some disciples were injured during the competition and did not have the strength to compete in the next game even if they advanced.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi guessed that those participating disciples who are expected to enter the finals will most likely try to hide their strength and refrain from taking action if they can. It is best to, as Long Feicheng said, "conquer the enemy without fighting."
After everyone tidied themselves up, the second elder came on stage again and shouted loudly: "Rat characters, A, B, C and D, there are a total of eight participating disciples, please come to the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar!"
"Brother Yan, come on!" Everyone became excited.
But then everyone thought that Yan Shouyi's opponent was Zhu Feifeng, and they felt a little embarrassed for a while. A Gong and He Xiping stepped forward and said cheers to Zhu Feifeng.
Zhu Feifeng was very self-aware. He smiled bitterly and said: "There are only about two hundred disciples participating in the Luotian Dajiao. The rest are filled by new disciples like us who have just started. To put it bluntly, I knew from the beginning that I I’m just here to be cannon fodder, but if I can fight against someone like Mr. Yan, I won’t have any regrets. You don’t have to comfort me, I’m in!”
After Zhu Feifeng finished speaking, he ran to the Wanfa Sect altar.
Everyone was relieved to see that Zhu Feifeng had such a good attitude. In fact, they all wanted to make friends with Zhu Feifeng. The so-called friends would not make the other person sad easily.
Yan Shouyi also clasped his fists at everyone, walked onto the Wanfa Zong altar, and stood in the same competition area as Zhu Feifeng.
The other six participating disciples also stepped onto the stage. They were full of confidence and prepared to show off their skills and win more attention in this highly anticipated first game.
"Hey, isn't that the first guy to pretend to be the owner of the Dragon and Tiger Secret Text?!"
"That boy is really the descendant of Luban, a folk sect. Let's call him Yan Shou Yiyi!"
"This kid is actually the first one to take the stage. Now there's something exciting to watch. The opponent seems to be a disciple of Longhu Mountain. It's best to beat Yan Shouyi to a pulp!"
"That's right, even a mere folk sect has the nerve to come to the Luotian Festival. It's just like what the great elder Zhang Sishui said, it can't be fake and it can't be true!"
"Uu~~get down!!"
The loud jeers from the audience all fell on Yan Shouyi's ears. Even Long Feicheng and others in the audience were furious, but Yan Shouyi felt nothing.
This first round, he had a plan.
A bold and interesting plan!
The second elder reminded again: "Remember, until the end of the competition, if anyone makes a move after the other party admits defeat, it will automatically be regarded as a foul and will be eliminated directly!"
"Do you remember everything? Then, let the competition begin!"
With the sound of a gong, the competition officially began. Except for Yan Shouyi and Zhu Feifeng, all participating disciples shot with all their strength.
The other three venues were full of back-and-forth action, with the audience cheering. Only Yan Shouyi and Zhu Feifeng were unusually quiet. The audience close to them could even hear each other's breathing.
Finally, someone couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Yan Shouyi, why don't you fight? If you don't fight, get off and waste everyone's time!"
Yan Shouyi was too lazy to pay attention to the little fish and shrimp in the audience, but said to Zhu Feifeng: "Taoist Master Zhu, go ahead and use your full strength. Don't be afraid of hurting me!"
Zhu Feifeng knew how powerful Yan Shouyi was and didn't think he could hurt Yan Shouyi, so he clenched his fists and said:
"Mr. Yan, then I will be offended! Please be careful!"
As he spoke, Zhu Feifeng raised his fist and muttered something at the same time.
What you are reciting is the Golden Light Mantra!
Zhu Feifeng's fist was covered with a layer of faint golden light. The golden light was very rough, even incomplete, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.
The audience was greatly disappointed. They thought Zhu Feifeng was some powerful character, but they didn't expect that he was just a little Taoist priest who hadn't even learned the golden light spell.
In their eyes, this kind of little Taoist priest is simply helpless. He doesn't even need to do it himself. He may fall down when the wind blows.
The audience who originally expected to see Yan Shouyi get beaten up were extremely disappointed for a moment, thinking that no matter how bad Yan Shouyi was, he wouldn't be able to defeat this little rookie, right?
"Mr. Yan, take the move!!"
Zhu Feifeng rushed in front of Yan Shouyi and punched Yan Shouyi in the chest.
A scene that no one expected appeared.
Yan Shouyi's reaction was actually very slow, and his whole movement was slowed down by several beats. Only when Zhu Feifeng's fist hit Yan Shouyi's chest did he remember to defend himself.
But it was too late, Zhu Feifeng's fist landed firmly on Yan Shouyi's chest, making a muffled sound.
Afterwards, Yan Shouyi twitched all over and fell to the ground!
"what's the situation?!"
Everyone was confused.
Zhu Feifeng squatted down and shook Yan Shouyi's shoulders: "Mr. Yan, are you okay! How could you not defend yourself?!"
He was extremely puzzled, how could he hurt Yan Shouyi with his little ability?
Not to mention knocking Yan Shouyi unconscious with one punch!
Long Feicheng and others were even more stunned: "What's going on with Brother Yan? Did Zhu Feifeng drugged Brother Yan? That's not right! Zhu Feifeng doesn't look like that kind of person!"
The audience was also stunned:
"No, no, is Yan Shouyi really that weak?"
"I said folk sects are not qualified to participate in the Luotian Festival, right? Huh, at their level, they will have to practice for thousands more years!"
"But I always feel like something is weird. Even if an ordinary person comes on stage, he won't be knocked unconscious by the little Taoist priest, right?"
"Could it be that Yan Shouyi started a bet in private and put this match-fixing aside?"
"Damn it, it's really possible when you say that!"
As for the Yan Family and Hanshan Temple, the senior officials couldn't help but complain: "Don't you think Yan Shouyi is very capable? Why can't he even withstand a punch from that little Taoist priest?"
Yan Nanfei scratched his head until his head was almost bald, and he didn't know how to explain it.
Except for Yan Shouyi, no one knows what he wants to do!
