Chapter 1322: The people of the god of the eyes of the gods appear
Chapter 1322: People from the Heavenly Eye Cult appear
"Zhang Xingyue from Longhu Mountain wins!"
"Xu Yuxin of Wudang Clan wins!"
The competitions in the other two arenas have also ended. The winners will naturally be praised by the heads of various sects, while the losers can only be comforted by their own heads and elders...
"Next, the contestants with numbers 7, 8, and 9 will be invited to compete in the ring..."
"Senior Sister Zhishan, it's your turn."
Li Zihang from behind shouted to Xu Lingwei.
Xu Lingwei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed and concentrating, immediately opened her eyes, picked up the long sword in her hand and walked out. She was dressed in a simple black Taoist robe, with a cold and arrogant pretty face, and small red spots on her face, giving people an uncomfortable feeling.
The same sense of beauty leaves a deep impression on people.
"Sister Zhishan, come on..."
Wan Yunting also stood up, looked at Xu Lingwei coming over, and smiled to cheer her on.
The expressionless Xu Lingwei nodded to him, and walked directly to the stage with her sword in hand. The person competing with her was Deng Qingmei from the Kongtong sect. However, her martial arts was only in the late stage of Huajin. Facing Xu Lingwei, a martial arts Danjin
The momentum in the middle stage made Deng Qingmei lose in terms of momentum.
Sure enough, when the competition between the two began, Xu Lingwei drew her sword without saying a word, and used Wuliang Taoist's Wuliang sword technique to suppress it with absolute strength. In one move, Deng Qingmei was knocked away and landed one meter high.
Under the ring...
The disciples of the Kongtong Sect were shocked, and they all went up to help Junior Sister Deng...
When Lu Chenzi, who was sitting next to Liu Bing, saw this, his face turned ugly. He turned to look sideways at Wan Yunting, who was next to Zhou Ruoxi, and said angrily: "Master Wan Guan, you disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple are really amazing!"
Wan Yunting turned to look at Lu Chenzi, how could he not hear the resentment in his tone, so he could only smile and return the greeting.
When Xu Lingwei came down, Wan Yunting gave her a thumbs up and said nothing.
The competition continues. Below are the contestants who have drawn the 10th, 11th and 12th lottery. Wan Yunting, Zhou Ruoxi and others are sitting below and watching the fierce competition between the contestants on the three stages.
The camera is broadcasting live, and more than 10 million people are already watching in the Douyin live broadcast room, watching this competition of traditional kung fu from various martial arts schools...
On the east peak of Mount Huashan, a group of tourists were watching. Due to the distance from the north peak of Mount Huashan, many tourists were watching with binoculars...
At this time, a group of tourists arrived at the foot of the mountain, and the leader spoke Korean. Obviously, this group of tourists came from country H!
I saw two men in ordinary clothes standing on the cliff of the East Peak, looking at the competition on the North Peak from a distance. If Wan Yunting was present, he would definitely recognize these two slightly dressed men.
Han Dongri and Fengxian from the Tianyan Cult!
The two of them didn't say anything. They followed the tour group and visited the Huashan Sword Competition on the North Peak with other tourists...
At the end of another competition, the host took the microphone and shouted: "Please invite No. 13, No. 14, and No. 15 to compete on stage...!"
"Lord Wan Guan, it's your turn..."
Liu Bing, Shi Yizhen and others turned their heads and shouted.
Wan Yunting stood up with a smile, nodded to Zhou Ruoxi, smiled at the sect leaders and Abbot Renxin, and then went up to the middle ring. It turned out that the person signed with him at No. 13 was Huo, the younger brother of the Wudang Sect.
fly!
"I'm going to be so unlucky?"
When Huo Fei came up and saw that it was Wan Yunting, he screamed strangely.
When the Wudang sect's senior brother Xian Yun, second senior brother Qi Xiu, and third senior sister Xu Yuxin saw this, their expressions were startled, and they immediately shook their heads and smiled bitterly...
Wan Yunting looked at Huo Fei and said with a smile: "Are you going to admit defeat, or do you want to fight with me?"
These words made Huo Fei roll his eyes and said, "It's too cowardly to just admit defeat. Why don't you let me fight with you?"
Neither Wan Yunting nor Huo Fei used weapons, they nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then we will fight."
"Lord Wan Guan, please enlighten me..."
Huo Fei smiled and clasped his fists towards Wan Yunting. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and his feet changed pace and attacked Wan Yunting. Naturally, he used the Wudang sect's Tai Chi method...
Wan Yunting had a smile on his face. Although Huo Fei only had the strength in the late stage of martial arts, he was still young, only in his twenties, and his Tai Chi skills were very beautiful. He was strong and soft at the same time, sometimes domineering, and sometimes using his strength to fight.
, and Wan Yunting went back and forth on the ring for more than a dozen moves, allowing Huo Fei to fully demonstrate his strength, and also let everyone in the audience see Huo Fei's talent in martial arts...
Immediately, the leaders in the audience praised Huo Fei to Zhong Yulong, saying that he had a good foundation in martial arts. He must have put in a lot of effort to be able to perform Tai Chi so gracefully and skillfully...
Of course, it was normal for everyone not to praise Wan Yunting. After all, the gap between Huo Fei and his martial arts realm was too big. The reason why Wan Yunting played with him was simply to let Huo Fei perform more and not let him lose too embarrassingly.
Senior brother Xianyun, second senior brother Qi Xiu, Xu Yuxin and other Wudang sect disciples are naturally aware of Wan Yunting's intentions, which has given the Wudang sect enough face...
"Okay, I admit defeat."
Finally, Huo Fei raised his hand and took the initiative to admit defeat.
Wan Yunting patted his shoulder and came down together, and exchanged some polite words with the heads before returning to sit down next to Zhou Ruoxi. However, Yan Changjian next to him suddenly said: "A bunch of hypocritical people!"
Wan Yunting's expression was startled, he glanced at him, smiled and said nothing, and didn't bother to get to know him...
The competition continued, and next came Zhang Xianer, Zi Qing and a group of others who took the stage to compete...
With the strength of Zhang Xianer and Zi Qing, they naturally qualified for the second round...
Near noon, it was finally Jianfeng's turn from the Divine Sword Sect to enter the ring. This time he was competing with Lu Fengqiao from the Qingcheng Sect. He was the highest martial arts among the young disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, and his martial arts had reached the middle stage of Danjin.
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The two of them were on the middle stage. Jian Feng, who was dressed in fine clothes, was holding a long sword. With his head held high and his chest high, he looked arrogant. Facing Lu Fengqiao of the Qingcheng Sect in front of him, his eyes were filled with contempt and he chuckled: "I'll give you one."
Take the chance and admit defeat!"
These words made Lu Fengqiao's face darken. He drew his sword directly and threw the scabbard down. The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect caught it and cheered him on...
"You think I'm going to give in on my own?"
Lu Fengqiao pointed his long sword at Jian Feng, who had a arrogant face in front of him, and snorted coldly.
Jian Feng smiled, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and threw the scabbard down to Meng Yan to catch it. He looked at Lu Fengqiao in front of him and said coldly: "It's a pity that you didn't take advantage of the opportunity given to you.
, you have to experience hardship before regretting it, why bother?”
"Stop talking nonsense, see..."
Lu Fengqiao couldn't stand Jianfeng's aloof attitude. As the senior brother with the highest martial arts skills among the younger generation of Qingcheng sect disciples, he also had pride and did not hesitate to stab Jianfeng with his sword...
As a result, in the next second, Jianfeng dodged and easily dodged Lu Fengqiao's sword. He turned around with the sword in his left hand and slashed towards Lu Fengqiao with one sword...
The sword wind was fierce and as fast as lightning, giving Lu Fengqiao no chance to react. Jianfeng turned his left hand, and the sword blade struck Lu Fengqiao's abdomen...
ah…!
With a scream, Lu Fengqiao flew backwards and fell hard into the corner of the ring with a thump. He then stabbed his sword into the wooden planks of the ring to stabilize himself and prevent himself from falling under the ring. He held his stomach with his left hand and almost collapsed. Spit out breakfast...
Liu Bing, who was sitting below, was startled and sat up suddenly...
Seeing Jianfeng's fast movement and already sharp swordsmanship, Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows. He felt that the way this man used the sword was very familiar, especially when he used the sword with his left hand!
Lu Fengqiao struggled to get up, pulled out his long sword and waved it, then pointed at the sword peak in front of him. He chuckled: "You should be glad that this is just a martial arts competition. If it was a life and death duel, I didn't use a sword just now." Shot you!"
Lu Fengqiao's face was gloomy and his eyes were wide. He also knew that what the other party said was the truth, and he knew even more that the other party's kung fu was far superior to his own. However, Lu Fengqiao was a little unwilling to let him just admit defeat, because if he lost, then Qing Qing would lose. The other disciples of the Cheng Faction have even less chance of winning.
"Come again."
Lu Fengqiao's eyes shot out with tenacity, and he took the initiative to kill again with his sword...
"Oh, I really can't cry until I see the coffin."
Jian Feng's eyes turned cold. Facing the charging Lu Fengqiao, he swung the long sword in his left hand and slashed upwards. The invisible sword energy broke a crack in the wooden floor...
Lu Fengqiao, who was rushing over, saw this, his eyes widened with shock, and he didn't care about anything else, he quickly blocked his face with his sword...
Clang!
ah…!
A sound of gold and stone exploded, accompanied by Lu Fengqiao's figure flying out of the ring and screams. Under the glare of the leader Liu Bing in the audience, Lu Fengqiao fell hard on the stone floor of the ring, with a pop and a mouthful of blood. Spit it out...
"Wind Bridge..."
"Senior Brother Lu..."
Liu Bing and Zhong Mubai ran over and quickly helped the injured Lu Fengqiao up...
There was a doctor at the scene, and he quickly went over to check Lu Fengqiao's injuries. He was injured by Jianfeng's strong sword energy. His internal organs had been injured, and he fainted...
"Master Liu, let me see..."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting also hurried over. Liu Bing also stood up and said anxiously: "Master Wan Guan, please save my disciple..."
Wan Yunting tore off Lu Fengqiao's robe to expose his abdomen, only to see a long purple-red sword mark. It did not cause direct bleeding, but the sword energy had injured Lu Fengqiao's abdominal organs, causing symptoms of congestion.
Without saying a word, Wan Yunting took out a few silver needles and quickly sealed several acupuncture points on Lu Fengqiao's abdomen. Then he pointed his sword finger at his Tanzhong point, and followed the sword finger towards Lu Fengqiao's belly button...
"puff…"
The next moment, Lu Fengqiao woke up and vomited out a large mouthful of blood. He was weak and his face turned pale...
"Okay, I spit out the blood."
Wan Yunting stopped his hand and used a few more silver needles to lock Lu Fengqiao's chaotic aura. He turned to Liu Bing and said, "Don't worry, the injury is not serious, but it will take some time to recover."
"Huh, that's good..."
Liu Bing was relieved when he saw that his disciple Lu Fengqiao was okay. Suddenly his face became gloomy and angry. He turned and pointed at Jian Feng who had come down to the ring and yelled: "It's too much. This is a friendly competition. How could you do such a heavy hand? You It’s almost like killing someone…”
"Referee, he committed a foul and will disqualify him from continuing to compete..." Liu Bing's son Liu Zaiyi also shouted angrily.
Suddenly, many disciples of the Qingcheng Sect started arguing with Meng Yan and other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and the scene suddenly became chaotic...
Jianfeng was proud, not afraid of Liu Bing and the others at all, and hummed: "I gave him a chance, but he refused to admit defeat. What can I do?"
"Besides, swords have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable. If I are to be disqualified just because of this, it would be fine if our Divine Sword Sect did not participate in the Huashan Sword Competition!"
"That's right."
Yan Haojian stood up, pushed through the crowd and came in, protected his disciple Jian Feng, and confronted Liu Bing, Lu Chenzi and others. He snorted coldly: "Besides, my disciple has already held back. If he really wants to kill someone, you Qing The disciples of the Cheng Sect have already died twice!"
"you……"
Liu Bing's face turned red and his whole body trembled at Yan Haojian's words, but he also knew that his disciple Lu Fengqiao's skills were not as good as others, but didn't the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect make any mistakes?
"Okay, please stop saying a few words."
As the organizer, Shi Yizhen, the leader of the Huashan Sect, had to stand up and uphold justice, saying: "It is inevitable that the two sides will not be able to stop fighting, and injuries are inevitable. Leader Liu calms down."
"And Master Yan, you should also take care of your disciples. Don't provoke everyone's tension with unbridled words. The competition will continue. Everyone should be calm and not bring personal grievances, so as not to affect the subsequent competition."
Liu Bing said angrily: "Master Shi, is his disciple right?"
Shi Yizhen turned around and pressed his hand on him, asking him to calm down his anger: "Master Liu, calm down first. This disciple of the Divine Sword Sect did commit a foul, but it will not disqualify him from the competition later."
"Did you hear that? I will continue to compete."
Jianfeng looked arrogant and continued to shout. Liu Bing turned green with anger and pointed at Jianfeng and Yan Haojian: "This matter must not be let go like this. You Shenjian Sect must give me an apology!"
"Apologize?
Ha ha…"
Yan Haojian laughed wildly, gave Liu Bing a contemptuous look, and said, "If you can't afford to lose, don't come to compete, and you're not afraid of others laughing at you."
"you…"
Liu Bing's eyes widened with anger. If looks could kill, Yan Haojian would have died hundreds of times.
"Okay, okay, Master Liu, calm down the fire..."
Shi Yizhen waved his hand to appease him and asked Lu Chenzi and Wan Yunting to pull Liu Bing away quickly to prevent the situation from getting worse. At the same time, he also said to Yan Haojian: "Master Yan, please stop saying a few words. I am your disciple." Foul, the attack was too harsh."
Facing Shi Yizhen's accusation, Yan Haojian looked disdainful, turned around and headed down the mountain with Jianfeng, Meng Yan and other disciples...
Seeing this, Shi Yizhen, Zhong Yulong and other leaders were helpless, and then waved and shouted: "It's lunch time, let's go down the mountain to eat together, and after three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone will come back to continue the competition..."