Lei Minghua and Yang Yi competed, and both fell to the ring.
Just when everyone was still trying to figure out who would win, they saw a man standing up staggeringly with all his strength.
It's Yang Yi.
However, the bleeding from the wound on his back had stopped. Although he was staggering a little, it was not obvious that he had been seriously injured.
The speed at which the body recovers is really terrifying.
He had been fighting with Lei Minghua in the Reality Stage, so that everyone else had forgotten the horror of the physical body, and they didn't wake up until this moment.
Is this still a human body?
After Yang Yi stood up, he saw him staggering towards Lei Minghua, leaning down slightly and extending a hand with a smile on his face.
There was a snap.
Lei Hua weakly raised his arm and grabbed the hand.
Then Yang Yi pulled Lei Minghua up with force.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and a golden sunset shone on the ring. Lei Minghua looked up at the sunset and smiled slightly.
"Demon Slayer Pavilion..."
Looking at the figure on the ring, Mr. Wu couldn't help but sigh.
"For some unknown reason, after the Demon Slaying Pavilion lost its artifact, the Demon Suppressing Tower, it became increasingly disadvantaged in the competition for key resources, and the sect's strength was slowly declining. If it had been any other sect, it would have declined long ago.
He has withdrawn from the stage of the seven sects and ten sects. This is in line with the principle of the jungle of the world of immortality."
"But I don't know why every few decades, one or a few geniuses who can reorganize the Demon Slayer Pavilion always appear, and they support the entire world of the Demon Slayer Pavilion."
Mr. Wu just said that what he was describing was also the law of the entire world of cultivation. No matter how prosperous any immortal sect was, it would go through a process of decline from prosperity, and eventually it would withdraw from the stage of history.
But there is nothing to regret about this. It has been like this throughout the ages, just like the Baitian Sect back then, where there was a sect of cultivating immortals that had been prosperous for thousands of years.
The Demon Slayer Pavilion has also experienced thousands of years of prosperity, and then suffered heavy losses and gradually declined. However, I don’t know why there are always one or two people appearing on the stage of history, standing up to the Demon Slayer Pavilion at the critical moment.
Behind him, no words were allowed to allow him to step down.
"Yes, sixty years ago Ah Rong, Ziyang Zhenren and that man were there, and now another sixty years have passed, and Nangong Mingyue, Lei Minghua and Yang Yi have appeared again."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou nodded silently and said, "The similarity can be said to be 90%."
"It's like a fire burning and turning the ground into ashes. I thought it would turn into a pile of dead ashes immediately, but then the wind blew again and the dazzling light and heat bloomed again." Mr. Wu continued.
"Perhaps this is the spiritual inheritance of Demon Slayer Pavilion. A genius can guard the Chinese language for hundreds of years, and a divine weapon can guard the sect for thousands of years. Only the spirit of the sect can be passed down indefinitely."
"The spirit of the Demon Slayer Pavilion?" Mr. Wu murmured softly.
"Where's Zhao Tianfeng? Come out and talk."
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Just when the two elders were deep in thought, an arrogant and domineering shout suddenly came from the box, directly interrupting their meditation.
Seeking prestige, Xiang Furong raised her head and looked at Zhao Tianfeng with her chin and said: "Xiao Zhao, you don't have to be so gloomy. I will never target you when I become the leader of this thirty-six sect.
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Zhao Tianfeng looked calm at this time, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Don't be too arrogant first. The bet I made with you was that your apprentice could win the top spot at the Demon Slayer Pavilion Summit and become the Demon Slayer Pavilion."
Only after you become the chief disciple of the Demon Pavilion will I consider giving you this snow bracelet."
After listening to Zhao Tianfeng's words, he recalled it to Furong, and it seemed that this was really the case.
Because when he was betting with Zhao Tianfeng, Zhao Tianfeng was worried that the disciples from both sides of the bet would collide head-on. With the strength of the Yuwu Sect, it was very likely that he would be eliminated without being able to meet the disciples of the Yujian Sect.
So the content of the bet is to bet on whose disciple can win the position of chief disciple.
Although Yang Yi defeated Lei Minghua in the semi-finals, Zhao Tianfeng lost hope of winning, but it has not yet completely lost.
Fortunately, he thought more about it at first, which turned out to be his life-saving straw.
"Hmph..." Xiang Furong's character was always good at paying bills, so she immediately nodded and said, "Okay, then just wait for me."
After saying this, she glanced at Master Ziyang who was sitting next to her and asked, "But my apprentice and your apprentice will both win equally. We are all from the same family."
Upon hearing this, Master Ziyang's pupils shrank slightly and her lips moved slightly, as if she was saying, "Who kissed your family?" But when she was about to say the words, she stopped her again.
In the end, she held back, turned her head and looked aside as if she hadn't heard the words.
Zhao Tianfeng felt uncomfortable sitting here at this time, so he simply got up and flew to the ring.
At this time, the disciples of Bai Baicao Hall had just finished bandaging Lei Minghua, and he walked down the ring very weakly.
As soon as he got off the ring, he ran into Zhao Tianfeng, who had a livid face. He immediately lowered his head and said, "Master, this disciple is incompetent and has been defeated."
"How is your injury?" Zhao Tianfeng asked.
"It's just a skin injury, nothing serious." Lei Minghua answered truthfully.
"That's good!" Tianfeng said slowly without saying anything harsh, "Winning or losing at the moment means nothing. Don't keep him in your heart."
"Disciple has been taught." Lei Minghua looked up at Zhao Tianfeng and saw that his face was full of displeasure and even a little aggrieved. This was the first time in so many years that he saw his master with such an expression.
He moved his lips twice, but in the end he didn't ask.
Master, it would be great if you really did what you said.
Although this failure did not bring too much frustration to Lei Minghua.
However, he has never lost since his debut and has always been considered the seed player to revitalize the Demon Slayer Pavilion.
Whether it comes from the outside world or from his heart, there is a lot of pressure on him, and he seems to be carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders at all times.
But at the moment when he fell to the ground, a picture of himself when he was four or five years old appeared in his mind.
At that time, he was lying on the grass at Yujianmen, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, imagining that he was a white cloud, so leisurely! Such a mood only appeared once at that time.
Later, when he showed his talent in cultivation, his master and the senior officials of Demon Slayer Pavilion had higher and higher expectations for him. Sometimes, these expectations were more powerful than orders.
Reviving the Demon Slayer Pavilion seemed to be his destined mission.
But when he was defeated by Yang Yi, he felt inexplicably relaxed.
It turns out that the banner of revitalizing the Demon Slayer Pavilion may not necessarily be carried by oneself, others can do it too.
The other party may even do better than you.
As for Yang Yi, Lei Minghua had a very good impression of him from beginning to end.
Although he is a very decent man, he does not reject Yang Yi who behaves strangely, and even admires his unconstrained ideas.
It is not difficult for Lei Minghua to accept being defeated by such an opponent.
Of course, it is necessary to know shame and then be brave.
After returning, he must have practiced harder. Although he was not defeated in this battle because of his cultivation, he also learned something from this battle, which is not to underestimate any opponent.
Even when a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength.
He summarized the whole game. It was because he didn't pay attention to Yang Yi at the beginning and was always at a disadvantage. He suffered waves of fierce attacks from the opponent. Until the moment he fell, he still hadn't recovered.
In fact, from the beginning of the game until he was defeated, he still had some methods that he had not yet used.
It's not that he didn't want to use it, but that he lost the opportunity in the first step, and Yang Yi never gave him any chance to turn around.
This is the arena of the Demon Slayer Pavilion, and Yang Yi deliberately avoided his vital points. Who in the Tianyuan Continent will be merciful to him in the future?
There was no time to think about these things when he went back, and he didn't think too much. Now, with his tall body still upright, he walked back to the team at Yujianmen.
Today's competition has ended, and all the disciples have left one after another. Only the disciples of Yujian Sect are still waiting for him here, and they all look at him with concern.