If we use the cognitive view of Taixuan Continent to describe it, the method chosen by Feng Jueyu is to ride the wind and waves. He uses a small part of his true energy, relies on the weak links in the wave of swords, and uses the speed and power of the spiral turn to ride the wind first.
, he has every chance to do this again when he breaks the waves, not to mention that just now, he used some strength that he didn’t want to use. Of course, besides being able to perform this move on the spot, only Feng Jueyu’s skill can be used
Only an expert and bold guy can think of it, and more importantly, he is not afraid of what the knife wave can do to him, so he created a thrilling, exciting, dramatic and breathtaking scene.
Stepping on the top of the wave, Feng Jueyu ducked down and did not attack. After the overwhelming wave of knives left deep cracks on the ground, he slowly walked towards Wang Tianyu. Ten meters apart, Feng Jueyu
He smiled slightly and said: "My lord, I accept the concession."
Wang Tianyu was dumbfounded. There was no flaw in Divine Sword Dinghai's move. He never wanted Feng Jueyu to find a flaw, which made him speechless. Only now did he realize that his martial arts
Compared with Feng Jueyu, the academic genius is nothing.
The elementary level of Tianwu can do this, and it is estimated that only a few perverts like Zhong Yuhe, Ming Chengfeng, and Jing Wuqing can do it.
Wang Tianyu never thought that he would be dragged until he exhausted all his true energy and then returned defeated. If he lost, he would lose. Wang Tianyu did not look for excuses. He immediately stood up and cupped his fists and said: "Master Feng has superb skills. Wang
I admire you, Mr. Feng won this battle." After saying that, Wang Tianyu jumped off the ring.
The martial arts arena was quiet for three breaths, and then thunderous applause erupted. It can be said that this competition was completely beyond the expectations of everyone present. It was originally two Tianwu realm warriors who actually displayed their skills in the Shenwu realm.
The popularity of this competition is undoubtedly rising in people's minds.
The Zhu family, Shangguan Ruomeng, Li Tong'er, Sima Ruyu, Gong Yangyu, and Han Baobao all clapped and cheered. The Zhu family also looked extremely excited and wanted to beat gongs and drums to publicize Zhu Yeqing's wisdom everywhere.
Lift.
The Wang family was much more miserable. The Wang family lost the first round, and their mood was not much better. However, Wang Yidao felt that it was not a loss. Seeing Wang Tianyu walking down the ring in despair, Wang Yidao took a rare shot.
He patted him on the shoulder and said: "Tianyu, don't be discouraged. You have done a good job. Grandpa is proud of you. Now do you think there are many loopholes and flaws in Dinghai's sword?"
Wang Tianyu nodded extremely freely, looked at Feng Jueyu who then walked down the ring from a distance and said: "I think the Wang family should be grateful to him."
"How to say?"
Wang Tianyu: "Without him, Dinghai's sword would not have had so many flaws. If he killed the enemy on the spot and was broken by others, he would not lose face, but his life."
Wang Yidao Laohuai consoled him: "Yes, if you can see this clearly, it means you still have room for improvement. After we go back, we will study together how to make up for these shortcomings."
The failure in the first round did not discourage Wang Tianyu. On the contrary, Feng Jueyu taught him a lesson. This lesson made Wang Tianyu's future martial arts future smooth and improved to a higher level. Of course, this is a story later.
, I won’t mention it yet.
After the first round, the candidates who were most affected were undoubtedly the candidates from the thirteen forces. There will be a short break in the competition. The heads of families on the podium left the table and gathered together in twos and threes to discuss what they had gained from watching the competition.
Jing Juexin found Jing Qingqing. This low-key assassin leader never used the first battle as a question to test his grandson: "Qingwu, what do you think of this battle just now?"
As his name suggests, Jing Qingqing was expressionless as he sat on the seat, but his eyes were staring closely at Feng Jueyu: "Very smart."
"How to master the law?"
"He knows how to use his strengths, and from what I have observed, his body and sword skills are very much what I imagined."
"Yes, what else?"
"He was an assassin."
Feng Jueyu would never have imagined that with just one word, the two hundred moves of swordsmanship in the first formation would allow Jing Qingqing to see through his experience.
"If it were you, what are the chances of winning?" Jing Juexin asked with a smile.
Jing Qingqing always kept his words simple and said: "It can't be compared. His cultivation level is too weak. If it were me, three moves would be enough to defeat him."
"Oh, I feel relieved if you think so. Your opponents will always be Zhong Yuhe and Ming Chengfeng."
"They are no problem either."
No one knew that the young man and the young man were so confident. On the other hand, Lin Xin jumped angrily: "It's so fucking weird. Why is this kid so lucky?"
"Luck?" Zhong Wuxiu and Zhong Yuhe pouted. If it's fucking luck, what's wrong with martial arts?
Lin Zhenhai shook his eyebrows angrily when he heard this: "Shut up, once or twice is luck, three or five times? You don't have to take a good look at how subtle his swordsmanship and bodywork are. Don't think you have reached Shenwu."
You can be arrogant in this situation. If you were Wang Tianyu, tell me what your chances are of winning?"
"I..." Lin Xin came up without a word and swallowed it back. He knew that what Lin Zhenhai said was absolutely right. If it were him, he might not be as good as Wang Tianyu.
"So what? If it were really me, he would have climbed down long ago." Lin Xin argued.
Lin Zhenhai clenched his fist and wanted to slap this idiot son: "That's because you have reached the divine martial realm, so you don't have to be afraid of him. What we are discussing are moves. You should follow Feng Jueyu in this aspect."
"Senior Lin, don't be upset." At this time, Zhong Yuhe spoke: "Actually, what Brother Lin said is right. In the general election, the focus is on comprehensiveness. Although Feng Jueyu's moves are powerful, his cultivation is not enough.
There are many, and at this time, he has not yet undergone initiation and transmission, or he can only withstand the Tianwu level with foreign true energy, which means that his talent is still very limited and it is difficult to achieve success. Brother Lin, are you right?"
Lin Xin hurriedly said: "Yes, that's the truth. Don't worry, Dad, if he meets me, I will make him look good."
Lin Zhenhai was so depressed that he stopped talking and refused to listen to anything he said. However, Yu He was right about one thing. No matter how exquisite Feng Jueyu's moves were, they would not be successful if he did not cultivate enough. At most, he was just a guy with theories but no practice.
Can't get on the table.
Feng Jueyu returned to the Zhu family and was waiting for him. Of course, there were waves of congratulations. Zhu Yeqing could be said to have made a big appearance in the fourteen forces. At this time, he couldn't close his smile.
He said: "Let me tell you, Brother Feng will not let you down."
Gongyang Yu ran over and put his arm around Feng Jueyu's shoulders: "Boy, how did you come up with these moves? It's so fucking weird."
"Are you praising me?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes at Gongyang Yu before saying, "Oh, instinct, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Fuck, can you die if you don't pretend?"
"Haha..." Everyone laughed loudly. Feng Jueyu is like this. In addition to the hope he can bring to people, he can also bring laughter to everyone. Even Li Tong'er and Shangguan Ruomeng felt that they had found something.
What a perfect person, but after thinking about it, the two girls glanced at each other in unison, and both lowered their heads shyly, not knowing what they were thinking.
At this time, Wang Jiutong also came to congratulate him, but the old man's body had not recovered yet and his face was pale: "My dear friend, congratulations, you won the first battle."
"Oh, Senior Wang, please slow down a little. Are you feeling better?" Feng Jueyu hurried over to help him, and Sima Ruyu was also accompanied by his quick hands and eyes.
Wang Jiutong waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, just take care of yourself slowly."
As he said this, two more people walked up to the stage. The heated discussion on the stage and downstairs immediately fell into silence, and each warrior sat down one after another. It seemed that the second competition was about to begin.
"Everyone, sit down and take a closer look. There are benefits." Zhu Yeqing was in a very good mood. As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of Fatty Ding crying and howling like a wolf not far away.
"Damn, are you fucking sick? Why didn't you tell me earlier when such a big thing happened?"
Everyone looked back and saw Fatty Ding reprimanding a servant. This servant was his confidant who helped him accept the bets.
Zhu Yeqing became suspicious, and Hefeng Jueyu walked over: "Fat man, why are you yelling here?"
When Fatty Ding saw Feng Jueyu, he first smiled and wanted to thank him for helping him win the silver, but then he said with a sad face: "Damn it, this fool accepted the Yun family's two million silver bet and didn't even tell me, damn it
What a big loss.”
"What? Isn't that a bad thing?" Zhu Yeqing asked, but just after he finished speaking, he realized that that was not the case at all.
Looking sideways at everyone in the Yun family, Yun Yurong waved to Feng Jueyu and then smiled.
Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "I see."
No need to ask, the Yun family must have bought themselves and won. They knew their own cultivation level, and they couldn't throw two million taels on Wang Tianyu. But this time, Fatty Ding was cheated.
The odds of a million taels are 1 to 5. Fatty is like a pig being slaughtered and hemorrhaging, and the entire ten million taels are just gone. After further calculation, it turned out to be a big hit, and he almost didn't make any money, but luckily
He had a lot of complaints to support him, so he just smiled at the loss.
But that's not okay. In Fatty Ding's eyes, a copper coin and ten million taels are the same thing. It's okay to stuff the silver in his pocket. But when he takes it out, no matter how much it is, it will be bloody. That's why it happened.
Fatty Ding cried loudly.
After wiping his eyes for a while, Fatty Ding saw Feng Jueyu and Yun Yurong frowning. He was immediately dumbfounded and cried: "Master, Master Feng, can you tell me, how many people know your details?"
"Uh! It seems like it's gone." Feng Jueyu scratched his head.
"Really gone?"
"almost."
"..."
Fatty Ding looked at Feng Jueyu with a sullen face for a while: "Okay, I'll go back and adjust the odds. Damn it, I have to make back the loss this time. Old Man Zhu, if you don't tell the truth, I won't get any money. I'm leaving.
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A note to readers:
PS: The third update on the 22nd. I finally finished it. It seems that there are two updates in one day. I will wait until I find a chance to make it up. Don’t worry, I will write the one on the 23rd first.