Looking at the two people in front of him, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies so fast. Think about the last time I came to watch the Demon-Slaying Pavilion Summit, it was already 30 years ago. Now it seems that the momentum of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion is stronger than before.
It’s even more prosperous.”
"I have long said that the Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit is very lively and very different from the gatherings of other sects. I should come here more often. But you keep shirking it every time." The elder named Wu shook his head and said.
"Don't talk nonsense." After hearing this, Mr. Zhou immediately retorted, "I said I was coming 20 years ago, but you ended up going to follow the tour of some Xuan Yifang disciples."
"How dare you tell me that 10 years ago you were in a hurry to find a roll of some product and didn't come?" After hearing this, the elder Wu immediately retorted with his eyes wide open.
"Okay, okay, you two don't need to argue. You two are here just in time. There is a summit competition today. You two can comment carefully. I am the new generation of young disciples of Demon Slayer Pavilion."
After hearing this, the elder of the mission hall smiled.
In his eyes, he was already accustomed to the way the two of them got along with each other. At this moment, he waved his hand and said with a smile, he was acting as their peacemaker.
"How about commenting on the younger generation of disciples of Demon Slayer Pavilion? That's naturally good."
Mr. Zhou was still very polite to the elders of the Mission Hall and said with a smile, "Nangong Mingyue and Lei Minghua of the Demon Slayer Pavilion's generation, we two old men have heard of these two people's names a lot."
"Yueyue will win." When Mr. Wu heard Nangong Mingyue's name, he immediately waved his fist and shouted.
At this time, Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes with a face of shame, and quietly distanced himself several steps from him, clearly disdainful of being with him.
As they spoke, the three of them came to the viewing platform. Looking at the arena in front of them, the elder of the mission hall explained with a smile: "In addition to Nangong Mingyue and Lei Minghua, there are actually some disciples who have great potential, like the one who just came on stage.
Liang Yi and Yang Xiaojuan are the latest to show their talents. You two might as well guess and see who can win this game."
Mr. Zhou touched his long beard, observed it carefully, and guessed:
"If neither of them is hiding it, judging from the aura alone, the girl is in the middle stage of the virtual image, and has already entered the late stage. At such a young age, her talent is really amazing, and her sword energy is also very sharp.
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"That young man has just entered the early stage of the virtual image, but this aura is wrong. It is the top-grade Shaoyang virtual image. This is a rare encounter in a hundred years. No wonder you said that they have so much potential. With the existence of the top-grade virtual image, he will definitely support the Demon Slayer Pavilion.
The sky rises."
"But after all, his realm lags far behind. It's really hard to say whether the top-quality Shaoyang Virtual Image can bridge the gap between these realms."
"I bet that Yang Xiaojuan will win."
Mr. Wu took a pamphlet and flipped through it, then said without hesitation.
"How dare you be so sure?" Mr. Zhou turned to look at him and asked.
"Haha, I have in my hand the notes of the Tianji Pavilion disciples from the past few days."
Wu Laoyang took the booklet in Yang's hand and said proudly, "The two battles and all aspects of Yang Xiaojuan's strength recorded here are all recorded, especially her swordsmanship, which is quite superb."
"On the other hand, Yang Yi won the first battle by surprise with a variety of magical weapons. The second battle was won by sneak attacks. It can be said that he has not shown any strength so far."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou frowned and began to think deeply.
Then I heard Mr. Wu say: "And there is another very important point. Yang Xiaojuan's master is Ziyang Zhenren, and Yang Yi's master is Xiang Furong."
"Then I also think that girl will win." After listening to the analysis of the elder named Wu, Mr. Zhou said without hesitation.
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Yang Yi has indeed been a bit busy these two days, because he has signed up for a lot of projects, has to participate in competitions almost every day, and has an additional undercover mission.
If there is a conflict in time, you can discuss it with the sect.
Yesterday was just a spiritual pet fighting match. The protagonist was the gryphon, not him. It was no big deal to let Xue Zixiao go.
But the little girl felt depressed after returning from the game. After repeated questioning, she found out that she saw the strong man who was very big and a good person, but he cried very loudly.
The man cried for a long time after seeing her that his spiritual pet was bullied by a griffin beast. Xue Zixiao comforted her for a while before coaxing him back to peace.
Normally, the spiritual beasts raised by the disciples of the Demon Slayer Pavilion are already very powerful when they reach the peak of the virtual phase.
If there was a Reality Stage, he would definitely be the winner. But before he entered the competition, he never thought that he would encounter a ferocious beast from the Dharma Stage coming to participate in the competition.
Although the Griffin Beast has just entered the Dharma Phase Stage, its realm has not yet been consolidated, and its innate magical powers have not yet been mastered, it still takes a matter of minutes to bully a spiritual pet in the Virtual Phase Stage.
Fortunately, there was nothing urgent on the undercover side today, so Yang Yi still had time to come back to participate in today's game.
But in today's game, he encountered a tough situation.
When it comes to the knockout round of 16 to 8, there are many more players in the virtual phase than in the ideal phase, so it is difficult to meet the weak, but in any case, Yang Xiaojuan is the stronger one in these abilities.
It can be said that if it were not for Nangong Mingyue and Lei Minghua, she would be the first echelon competing for the top disciple of the Demon Slayer Pavilion.
The opponents of each game are determined by drawing lots the day before the game. Yang Yi also feels that his luck in drawing lots these few times is very average, so he is considering whether to let Xue Zixiao take the draw on his behalf.
Yang Xiaojuan is dressed in neat white clothes, with a high collar that directly covers her neck. She has short ear-length hair and looks very dashing. She has fair skin, is tall, and carries a long sword on her back.
Standing there, as long as you reveal your breath a little, the breath of the middle virtual phase will sweep away instantly.
Although Minzhu Peak Nangong Mingyue is strong, she relies more on her ancient holy body, so she can use many magical powers with ease.
Although this Yang Xiaojuan is two years older than Nangong Mingyue, she is more like Ziyang Zhenren and is a pure swordsman.
Before Nangong Mingyue became known to everyone, Yang Xiaojuan was always considered to be the successor of Zhenren Ziyang.
Yang Yi released the aura of his early virtual phase. At first glance, he was slightly inferior to Yang Xiaojuan, but because this virtual image was the top-quality Shaoyang virtual image, it made up for the gap between the two parties to a certain extent.
From the perspective of outsiders, this is probably a close fight. Although Yang Yi looks weaker, he can still fight.
But according to Nangong Mingyue, this is not the case.
She stood on the high platform, looking at Yang Yi with her eyes, her face a little thoughtful.
It had been a long time since she had tested Yang Yi's cultivation. With his terrifying progress in cultivation, she didn't know what state he had reached now.
Will his cultivation stagnate during this period?
From an emotional point of view, Nangong Mingyue should be closer to her senior sister, but for some reason, she felt faintly reluctant to let Yang Yi lose like this.
At the same time, there was another voice in her heart that seemed to be telling him that Yang Yi would never lose.
"Don't worry. Yang Yi will not lose." At the same time, in a corner under the ring, Beiyin was sworn and patting his chest.
Behind him were Liao Yihai and the fat and thin followers, all of whom looked worried.
Liao Yihai asked: "Although eldest brother often does amazing things, Senior Sister Yang is not an easy person. If we really have to go head-to-head, I don't know if he can win."
"Although I don't know how Yang Yi will win this game, I know he will definitely win." Beiyin said firmly, "I have absolute confidence in him."
At this time, Beiyin exuded a strong confidence in Yang Yi, which cheered up everyone in Liao Yihai.
Beiyin has so much confidence in his eldest brother, how could I hold him back?
Thinking of this, Liao Yihai couldn't help but raise his head and shout loudly: "Boss, boss, the strongest on the surface."
After Yang Yi heard this, he quickly made a shut-up gesture towards him. At this time, his forehead was covered with black lines.
Then he turned to look at Yang Xiaojuan, his expression instantly became serious:
"Sister Yang, please."
"Junior Brother Yang, please."
Seeing both sides bowing their hands in salute, the elder deacon standing in the center of the ring waved his hand gently: "The game begins."