The sky in Chujing was clear and blue a few days ago, but today it has suddenly changed.
Dark clouds shrouded the sky over Chujing, making people feel extremely depressed.
Lin Xiaofang followed Zhu Yu, looking at Zhu Yu who was calmly controlling the royal standard talisman boat with his eyes.
The talisman boat was floating in the sky at a slow speed, but every time the talisman boat took a step forward, Lin Xiaofang's heart became more nervous. He clenched his fists with both hands, his knuckles were turned white from the clenching, and his face was as white as paper.
He complained about Sixth Senior Brother Lu Qianyi all the way.
It was agreed that Lu Qianyi would accompany Brother Seven to the outer palace competition today, but he ran away.
Lin Xiaofang stepped forward out of loyalty, but he really didn't know what he was doing.
He is not even a god, so how can he hold on to the situation with his Seventh Senior Brother?
Besides, the disciples of the princes in the outer palace are said to be very arrogant and domineering. If they don't play according to the rules, can Lin Xiaofang, with his meager skills, deal with them?
"Senior Brother Seven...Senior Brother Seven, today's competition, you...you must perform well, and you must not ruin our...our reputation as a disciple, otherwise the master will be angry and the consequences will be disastrous." Lin Xiaofang hesitated.
road.
Zhu Yu nodded gently, always with that same calm expression.
If Lin Xiaofang hadn't seen Zhu Yu's magical swordsmanship with his own eyes, he would probably have mistakenly thought that Zhu Yu's move was a well-thought-out move.
But...it's clear that he hasn't grasped the essence of the "Wuben Sword Technique", so where did Brother Seventh get his confidence?
Now that the matter has come to this, Lin Xiaofang gritted his teeth secretly. No matter what, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
The fu boat landed slowly at the gate of Chuxian Palace.
Zhu Yu walked out of the talisman boat calmly, walking slowly, while Lin Xiaofang followed him step by step, with a look of worry on his face.
In the Chu Xian Hall, the moment Zhu Yu entered the door, countless eyes focused on him.
Lin Shaofang looked up and saw his master, his wife, and many senior brothers on the high platform of the main hall.
His heart skipped a beat. His legs felt weak and he almost collapsed.
Looking at the three distinct sects in the outer sect, the disciples of Eastern Chu, Southern Chu, and Northern Chu, all of them had sarcastic expressions on their faces, and they were all obviously targeting the Seventh Senior Brother.
Zhuyu's steps were still gentle. The distance traveled by each step was exactly the same. In the hall that was its own space, he walked forward step by step, as small as an ant and as slow as a snail.
Suddenly, a figure flashed and blocked Zhuyu's way.
Lin Shaofang's heart skipped a beat, and he thought something bad! What should I do?
An Wei Feng of Southern Chu, the death of the king of Southern Chu, was not named Chu, but was surnamed An. He had very high qualifications and very high cultivation. The six senior brothers all claimed that it was difficult to defeat him.
Could it be that he is the first to challenge the Seventh Senior Brother?
The air in the hall seemed to be frozen. No one expected that this scene would happen before the competition started.
An Weifeng is so brave. Even with the Emperor of Chu here, he dares to jump out and find fault with Zhu Yu?
Northern Chu Chu Jinnan and Eastern Chu Lexiaofei looked a little ugly. They wanted to be the first to show off, but the arrival of Emperor Chu and many direct disciples disturbed their minds. This slight hesitation actually allowed An Weifeng to take the lead.
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An Weifeng's tall body stood in front of Zhuyu. Zhuyu stopped when he was ten feet away from him, with a smile on his lips.
"Fellow Daoist An, you're welcome!"
Zhuyu said calmly.
His voice was very low, but everyone present was a top-notch expert, so everyone could hear him clearly.
An Weifeng turned around, looked Zhuyu up and down, suddenly laughed, and said: "It's you indeed! We haven't seen each other for thirty or forty years! Unexpectedly, I thought you were dead! Haha...
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Do Zhu Yu and An Weifeng know each other?
Many direct disciples were surprised, but soon realized that Zhu Yu was from Nanchu, and it was not surprising that he knew An Weifeng.
This is through the conversation between two people, and it is impossible to tell whether they were enemies or friends in the past.
Zhu Yu still had a smile on his face and said: "It's not easy for you to die, and neither is it easy for me. I wonder where your cultivation has reached after decades of not seeing each other?"
An Weifeng said: "Wouldn't we know which step we have reached after we compete? I'm looking forward to it!"
Zhu Yu nodded and continued to walk forward. An Weifeng turned half sideways and the two passed by each other.
Finally, Zhuyu walked to his own seat and sat down slowly.
His seat only had two seats, and compared to the other three disciples, it was deserted and shabby, but his expression was calm and calm, his eyes were not looking around, and his waist was straight.
At this time, everyone saw his appearance clearly.
He has a very ordinary appearance and wears an ordinary purple robe, but his temperament and demeanor are not as bad as the rumors say.
Not only was he not as unbearable as the rumors, but he actually gave people a very detached feeling. Sitting quietly like that, he seemed to have an aura of mountain presence that no one should take lightly.
On the high platform, all the senior brothers couldn't help but look at each other. Although they knew Zhu Yu's situation, they had to admire Zhu Yu's calmness and calmness today.
This calmness and calmness do not have the reputation of being a disciple of a fallen relative.
Chu Buqun, who was sitting in the first place, had a dull expression on his face. As the first emperor of Chu, he generally would not participate in the grand competition in the outer palace.
But today he came, the elder Chu Tianqi did not dare to make the decision, and walked up to him respectfully. A smile appeared on Chu Buqun's face, just like the iceberg smile, spring returned to the earth, and the whole hall suddenly
All are full of life.
"Dear Taoist friends, today's Outer Palace Competition is a grand competition held in the past five years to evaluate the Outer Palace disciples. The first place in today's competition will be accepted by me as my direct disciple, and at the same time, I will teach the Chu royal family "Taiyue Jue", so
You should perform well and don't let down the expectations of your elders!"
Chu Buqun's words were friendly, and calling the disciples in the outer palace "little fellow Taoist" made them feel more cordial.
This is also Chu Buqun's consistent style. He treats the princes and kings kindly, treats the princes and kings' children as his own, and cares for them. Therefore, he has the supreme status in the Chu Kingdom.
As soon as Chu Buqun said this, the whole place was agitated.
Becoming a direct disciple of the royal family and receiving the "Taiyue Jue" inherited from the royal family, these two rewards are simply too heavy.
The heirs of the princes and kings are not short of geniuses and treasures, and ordinary rewards cannot move their hearts at all, but the core inheritance of the Chu royal family is too tempting for them.
For a moment, the disciples of the three sects were all gearing up, eager to get on the fighting stage to fight and win the first place.
Le Xiaofei was the first to step onto the fighting stage, proudly raised his hands in all directions and said:
"Dear senior brothers and sisters, today's competition is different from the past. A special Taoist friend is also participating in today's competition! Becoming a direct disciple of the royal family is what each of us dreams of. Today, I will boldly ask Senior Brother Zhu to give me some guidance.
Guidance.”
He glanced at Zhuyu, curved the corner of his mouth, and said, "Senior Brother Zhuyu, you won't refuse, right?"
"Wow!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
The Outer Palace Disciple Competition has a strict competition system, which involves elimination step by step, then round-robin elimination, and finally all the elites selected together will determine the final winner.
Le Xiaofei ignored the competition system and challenged Zhu Yu as the first one on stage. Isn't this too outrageous?
That's too much!
Chu Tong'er was the first to get angry. She rushed to the altar and said, "Le Xiaofei, what do you want to do? Do you want to break the rules of the competition? If you want to compete, then how about we compete?"
"Nonsense!" Chu Buqun said with a frown on the high platform. He glared at Chu Tong'er with an extremely stern look and said, "You're not coming back yet?"
Chu Tong'er's face turned red and she said: "Father, they bully people too much, where..."
"Xiahou, why don't you invite your junior sister back?"
Xia Hou's figure flashed and he was already at Chu Tong'er's side. He flashed again and Chu Tong'er was brought back to the high platform.
There was a burst of cheers in the main hall, and they all said: "Senior Brother, what a profound Taoist teaching!"
The name of Xiahou is known all over the world. He is the most outstanding disciple of Emperor Chu. His cultivation is unfathomable. Whether it is the outer palace or the inner palace, he is the well-deserved number one and is highly respected by everyone.
Facing the cheers of the crowd, Xiahou just raised his hands and said nothing. His eyes fell on Zhu Yu.
The next moment, everyone turned their attention to the squid.
Lin Xiaofang's face was pale and extremely nervous.
This competition is not fair at all. The strongest disciple from the Outer Palace directly challenges the Seventh Senior Brother. This is obviously to humiliate the Seventh Senior Brother!
What to do now?
"Seventh...Senior Brother Seventh!" Lin Xiaofang stammered.
Zhu Yu gently put down the tea in his hand, smiled faintly, raised his hand and patted Lin Xiaofang's shoulder gently, saying: "Sit alone for a while, don't be nervous!"
Zhu Yu turned back, his figure floated up, and landed very lightly on the altar.
He saluted everyone in accordance with royal etiquette and said calmly: "Zhu Yu, the seventh disciple of the Immortal Emperor, participated in the Outer Palace Disciple Competition in the name of Master today. It was supposed to be based on the competition system, and all the disciples in the Outer Palace were invited one by one to attend.
Junior brother asks for advice.
Since Junior Brother Le is so eager to fight with me, I will ask him for advice first, and I will use it as a starting point!"
After Zhu Yu said this, he slowly turned to look at Le Xiaotian and said calmly: "Junior Brother Le, please go first!"
Lexiaotian didn't take Zhu Yu seriously at first, but when Zhu Yu faced him, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
His cultivation level was not weak, and he could clearly feel the pressure of supernatural powers emanating from Zhu Yu. He quickly put away his contempt, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Seventh, then I would be rude!"
He raised his hand and launched his flying sword.
The blood-red flying sword shined with countless sword rays in the air, and the dense sword rays enveloped the squid from all directions. It was clearly the "Drip Water Sword Technique" of the King of Dong Chu.
"Dripping Water Sword Art", the sword art is dense and dense, but there is a sharpness hidden in the denseness, which is based on the artistic conception of dripping water penetrating stone.
This set of magical swordsmanship is sharp in attack and rigorous in defense. It is really not inferior to the inherited swordsmanship of the Chu royal family.
Zhu Yu did not move, letting Le Xiaotian's magical swordsmanship wrap him up in it.
Just when the sword light filling the sky suddenly accelerated and suddenly besieged him, the squid moved... (To be continued...)