As soon as the battle ended, Li Jianshu couldn't bear it any longer, flew onto the field, and took Li Jianchen aside for treatment.
Only then did Zhan Chen wake up. The fight had been too fierce. He had miscalculated his attack and actually hurt his master's son. He felt very sorry. As soon as he left the game, he came to Li Jianshu's side and apologized: Lord Sect Master,
The disciple deserves to die
Okay, Zhan Chen, what are you talking about? This is a competitive game, and it is inevitable to get injured. You are not wrong or guilty. On the contrary, you still have merit and have won honor for our sect. Li Jianshu said it categorically.
Zhan Chen looked at his words and expressions, but did not find the slightest displeasure on his face. On the contrary, there was a hint of appreciation and encouragement deep in his eyes. His heart couldn't help but tremble: What kind of magnanimity is this? Li Jianshu has absolute respect for the Golden Elephant Sect.
He has no selfish motives. He is a great and good master.
Go and heal your wounds. At this time, I heard Li Jianshu say.
Well. Zhan Chen looked at him deeply, nodded, and went to the side to start healing.
At this point, the competition among the five sects in the Lanfeng Ceremony has come to an end.
Qiu Wuya stood in the middle of the fighting stage and announced loudly: The winner of this Lanfeng Ceremony is the Golden Elephant Sect. The reward you will receive is that the number of people entering the Zhenwu Secret Realm will be increased to 100. Sect Master Li invites you to come up to the stage to accept the Lanfeng Sect.
of rewards.
Hearing this announcement, Li Jianshu stood up subconsciously and walked onto the fighting stage. His spirit was a little dazed. His desperate decision could achieve such a great victory.
The other five sects looked at Li Jianshu reluctantly and were jealous of the Golden Elephant Sect's good luck in giving birth to two genius disciples.
Qiu Wuya held up a commemorative trophy and put it into his hands. Li Jianshu raised the trophy high above his head and accepted the admiring looks of all the sects. At this moment, the sect leader couldn't help but burst into tears. At this time, the Golden Elephant Sect won the Lan for the first time in the past ten years.
First place in the Wind Festival
Then I heard Qiu Wuya say: The title of the strongest disciple of the five sects belongs to Zhan Chen. Zhan Chen invites you to come on stage to accept the reward awarded to you by the Lanfeng Sect.
The brain of Zhan Chen, the strongest disciple of the Five Sects, was short-circuited for a moment. He did not expect that the first place in the Lanfeng Festival would win such an honor. However, he regained his rationality in an instant and adjusted his mentality: Zhan Chen, what are you thinking?
What? This is just within the five sects. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the outside world. Isn’t there a Misty Wind Sect right in front of us?
So he adjusted his clothes a little and walked onto the stage calmly.
The dramatic changes on Zhan Chen's face were caught by Qiu Wuya on the stage. He couldn't help but nodded secretly and praised in his heart: Well, neither arrogant nor impetuous, this boy is really a dragon among men.
At this time, Zhan Chen had left a deep impression on him, and he even had a covetous desire to recruit this disciple from the Golden Elephant Sect, but this thought flashed past him like lightning.
Zhan Chen, this is a reward for you. Qiu Wuya handed a gold badge and a jade bottle containing tiger tendon pills into his hands.
Zhan Chen's eyes were full of joy when he finally got the Tiger Muscle Pill, and he wanted to go back to refine this fourth-grade pill as soon as possible.
Afterwards, Li Jianshu and Zhan Chen came to the audience, and Qiu Wuya walked to the center of the martial arts platform and announced: OK, next, we are going to enter the second stage of the celebration, which is between Zhan Chen and our sect’s foreign ministers.
Disciple representatives compete in a challenge
Zhan Chen, the representative of the Lanfeng Sect, couldn't help but look at the young man Feng Qingyang who had been standing behind Qiu Wuya.
I heard Li Jianshu reminding me from the side: Zhan Chen, you have to be careful. The Lanfeng Sect is a medium-sized sect after all. Their background is not comparable to that of our small sects, so even the combat power of their outer disciples is usually
He must also surpass our inner disciples and even elite disciples.
Zhan Chen nodded and whispered: Don't worry, master, I will try my best to win him.
After saying this, he stepped onto the fighting stage again. As he expected, Feng Qingyang came to the center of the stage from behind, looked at him opposite, and said with a smile in his eyes: Hello Zhan Chen, I
This is Feng Qingyang from the Lan Feng Sect, please give me your advice.
I will try my best to defeat you. Zhan Chen’s eyes are full of fighting spirit. It has always been his long-cherished wish to fight against opponents of a higher level.
He was just a disciple of a small sect. Facing his provocation, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a little unhappy.
But on the surface, he still wanted to maintain his gentle demeanor, chose to laugh it off, and took out his sword from the Qiankun Bag. It was a long sword with a whole body of emerald green, with exquisite carvings, and the tip of the sword seemed to be wrapped with air currents.
Seeing the sword, Zhan Chen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise: "What a sword."
Hearing his praise, Feng Qingyang made no secret of his love for his sword and boasted: This sword is called Jingbiao, but it is a seventh-grade sword. Zhan Chen, I think the sword you use is not an ordinary grade either.
My sword is called Tiger Roar, and it is an eighth-grade sword.
Feng Qingyang, the eighth-grade sword weapon, said in astonishment. He simply did not believe that a disciple of a small sect could use such a good sword. The seventh-grade sword weapon was something that could only be encountered but not sought. In order to get this Jingbao sword, he
I don’t know how much effort was spent on the sword, let alone an eighth-grade sword.
Okay, Zhan Chen, let’s see today whether your eighth-grade sword weapon is more powerful or my seventh-grade sword weapon.
After saying these words, Feng Qingyang rushed towards Zhan Chen and attacked first. This made Qiu Wuya, who was sitting behind, flash a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He had hinted to Feng Qingyang before the game that he must
Maintaining the demeanor of the Lan Feng Sect, Zhan Chen made the first move, but Feng Qingyang, who had always been graceful and graceful, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic today.
Brother Feng, come on. At this time, waves of cheers and cheers came from the surrounding auditorium. It can be seen that many people in the outer sect of Lanfeng Sect are admirers of Feng Qingyang.
Zephyr Sword Technique Feng Qingyang flicked the sword in his hand lightly, seeming to be weak and weak, not at all as violent as the ordinary sword technique.
When Golden Light Sword Zhan Chen saw this, he naturally would not miss the opportunity to fight, and attacked fiercely, hoping to take him down.
However, when his sword was about to stab Feng Qingyang, he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was uncontrollable, swaying from side to side, and he hurriedly withdrew the sword.
A flash of light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, and the sword in his hand stabbed Zhan Chen's chest at high speed, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass that suddenly pounced on its prey.
Fortunately for the Eye of the Tao, Zhan Chen reacted in time. Before he could do anything, he turned sideways and passed by the Jingbiao Sword.
Then, Zhan Chen used the Yaoguang Jue, and with a few dodgers, he distanced himself from Feng Qingyang. He stood ready, but asked: Feng Qingyang, what kind of sword technique are you using? Why is my sword suddenly out of control?
Feng Qingyang smiled proudly and replied: Zhan Chen, my Japanese style swordsmanship is a high-grade Xuan-level swordsmanship. Even though it does not seem to be very powerful, it can produce a wave of energy around the sword between swings.
There is a strong wind pressure, and as long as your sword meets mine, you will be repulsed.
The Japanese swordsmanship is such a weird swordsmanship. How should I deal with it? Zhan Chen was in trouble for a while.
With Da Luo's golden body, Ning decided to put on the dark gold zhenqi armor, which at least made him invincible first.
After the Golden Light Sword calmed down, Zhan Chen rushed forward to fight Feng Qingyang again.
Feng Qingyang smiled calmly and still used his own set of Japanese swordsmanship.
Ding ding ding, on the fighting stage, the Tiger Roaring Sword and the Jing Biao Sword collided repeatedly, but every battle it seemed that it took a lot of effort to stabilize the uncontrolled sword.
And at this stall, Feng Qingyang's sword would always hit his body, leaving sword marks on his dark gold armor.
Both of them seemed to be unhurried, but the corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth became wider and wider, while Zhan Chen's brows became tighter and tighter.
Without him, the Daluo Golden Body requires a lot of energy, and it won't last long. The winner will definitely be Feng Qingyang.
Soon after, Zhan Chen began to pant, and Daluo's golden body became looming, as if it would disappear at any time.
My chance has come. Feng Qingyang showed a victorious smile, glanced at a flaw, and hit Zhan Chen's throat with all his strength with his sword. However, he did not notice that at this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes.
Eye of the Tao Zhan Chen closed his eyes, turned his head calmly, and dodged Feng Qingyang's sword.
Feng Qingyang's eyes changed from surprise to surprise, and her mouth opened wide, as if she couldn't believe that all of this was true.
At this moment, Zhan Chen fought back. He used the golden sword in his hand, raised it upwards, and stopped at Feng Qingyang's throat. He said with a smile: Feng Qingyang, I win.
"How did you do that?" Feng Qingyang shouted, finding it difficult to accept this fact.
At this time, Zhan Chen's face quickly became serious and he said: Feng Qingyang, you are very powerful. If things go by normal circumstances, my swordsmanship will definitely not be a match for you and Feng's swordsmanship.
However, although the Japanese swordsmanship is powerful, it has a fatal flaw, that is, the moment you attack, you can no longer control my sword, and this gap is my only chance to turn defeat into victory.
But how did you avoid my sword? Feng Qingyang grasped the key to the problem. He had planned that sword for a long time, and no one in the martial arts realm could dodge it so calmly.
Zhan Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface and replied slowly: In fact, I did it.
Feng Qingyang was really embarrassed and wanted to argue, but at this moment he heard Qiu Wuya shouting from behind: "Okay, Feng Qingyang, aren't you embarrassed enough? Get out of here."
Feng Qingyang's body froze, and she had no choice but to turn around and walk tiredly towards the audience.
The surrounding audience could not accept the fact of his defeat, and they were silent for a while. They had obviously had the advantage before, but they were overturned at the most critical moment.
When Zhan Chen saw that the dust had settled, he heaved a sigh of relief and jumped off the martial arts platform. However, he saw Su Yun coming forward to greet him. She was the first to congratulate him: Zhan Chen, you are awesome. As far as I know, there are few people there.
Can defeat the representative of Lanfeng Sect?
Zhan Chen just wanted to grin and share happiness with Su Yun, but suddenly thought of something, so he hid the smile on his face, and just replied in a normal tone: Thank you for your concern.