Obviously, the disciples of the Lingxiao sect in the early stages of foundation building are very confident in their own strength, and are only stronger than the disciples of the Kuangsha and Canghai sects.
Miao Shan smiled bitterly and said nothing.
He naturally saw it and said this just to comfort himself.
In the ring, Zhong Yinhe and Chen Busheng fought harder and harder, fighting hand-to-hand with supernatural powers, which was exciting and fierce.
The three disciples of Ling Xiao, Kuang Sha and Cang Hai watched the battle and cheered and applauded. Their eyes flashed with enthusiasm and courage, as if they wanted to go on stage right away, fight with their opponents, and show off their passion.
The disciples of the Dengli Sect looked pale and had no fighting spirit.
They were already very nervous, but now after watching the battle and seeing the true strength of the other three disciples, Alexander was even more nervous.
He Guangming and the others were secretly angry when they saw their disciple's behavior.
As the saying goes, if you lose people, you don't lose face. Even if you are not an opponent in terms of strength, at least you can't lose in momentum and spirit.
These disciples are really too stretched.
After more than half an hour, Zhong Yinhe and Chen Busheng were still evenly matched, with no winner or loser.
However, both sides consume a lot of mana. They no longer fight hand-to-hand. Instead, they each take out their magic weapons and attack from side to side. It is still exciting and tense.
In the blink of an eye, an hour passed. Both of them were panting and their magic power was at the bottom, but they still refused to give in and attacked each other fiercely.
"time up!"
The referee's Jindan disciple looked at the clock and shouted loudly.
Ding, ding, ding... The piercing ringing of the ending bell sounded on the ring, and a series of forbidden light curtains quickly rose, forcing Zhong Yinhe and Chen Busheng to separate from each other, who were fighting hard and were unwilling to separate.
The two stopped.
Zhong Yinhe's eyes seemed to be burning with blazing flames, and he cupped his hands and said: "Brother Chen has great magical powers. The battle was very enjoyable today, but it's a pity that there was no winner. I hope to fight Brother Chen again one day."
Chen Busheng cupped his hands and said, "No problem, so do I."
The two looked at each other, laughed, and jumped off the ring.
"Junior Brother Chen worked hard and played beautifully!"
"Junior Brother Zhong is great, do a good job for us!"
Other disciples from both sides gathered around and encouraged him.
He Guangming and the others couldn't help but look envious. Looking at their disciples, they were so arrogant that it made people's eyes warm.
Look at our disciples again... damn, they are so embarrassed that they can dig out a hole in the ground with their toes.
"In the first competition, Zhong Yinhe, a disciple of the Kuangsha Sect, and Chen Busheng, a disciple of the Canghai Sect, competed for an hour. There was no tie. According to the rules of the competition, both sides tied and each scored one point. What do the four leaders think?"
The Jindan disciple in charge of the referee asked.
Yu Houshui and the other four people nodded in unison: "No objection."
Zhong Yinhe and Chen Busheng are indeed evenly matched, and the tie ending is very reasonable.
The Dengli disciples recorded the points, marked them on a blackboard, and placed them in a conspicuous position so that everyone could see them clearly.
"For the second competition, please invite Leng Wenbin, a disciple of Dengli Sect, and Fu Juncai, a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, to come to the ring to prepare."
A Jindan disciple of Kuangsha Sect stood up and said loudly.
He was the referee for the second game.
According to the rules of the competition, the referee is a monk from a sect other than both parties in the competition, so as to avoid favoritism.
Of course, the rules of the competition are very simple. With so many people watching and the leaders of the four factions present, no one dares to take sides.
"Come on, Junior Brother Fu!"
"Juncai, you are the best."
"Show off the momentum of our Lingxiao sect."
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect said one after another.
Fu Juncai was a tall and handsome young monk. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Masters, uncles, and senior brothers, please watch my performance."
Amid laughter, he stood up gracefully and landed on the ring like a fluttering butterfly.
Although everyone knew that he was pretending to be cool on purpose, they really looked good this time and couldn't help but cheer.
Zhan Qiuyun couldn't help but said in a sour tone: "Master Yu, the disciples of your sect look very lively."
Yu Houshui stroked his chin and smiled slightly: "Isn't it good to be lively?
Who doesn’t want his disciples to be energetic, lively and cheerful.”
Zhan Qiuyun said: "I don't want it, I just like Menghulu, a disciple who can't speak."
Yu Houshui glanced at him angrily.
Are you a gangster?
Leng Wenbin, a disciple of Dengli Sect, also jumped onto the ring.
He did not show off his skills, and no one cheered for him. The other disciples of the Dengli Sect all looked sad.
They were all worried about their own competition, so how could they care about Leng Wenbin.
Seeing this stark contrast, everyone from the three factions looked at each other and smiled.
it is more than words.
"I'm Fu Juncai from Lingxiao, please give me some advice from Brother Leng."
Fu Juncai laughed and said loudly.
He asked for advice, but he kept his hands behind his back and his back straight, as if he wanted to give advice to others.
Leng Wenbin was angry, but he didn't dare to get angry. He gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and said, "I don't dare to take it. I'm going to send Leng Wenbin from Dengli. Please show mercy to Brother Fu."
Fu Juncai chuckled and said, "Easy to say, easy to say."
"The competition begins."
The Jindan disciple in charge of the referee said loudly when he saw the two of them reporting each other's family status.
"Come on, Brother Leng, let me learn your clever tricks."
Fu Juncai said loudly, but he still stood there, motionless with his hands behind his back, looking very arrogant.
Leng Wenbin was already angry, but seeing him like this, he became even more angry: "Then I won't be polite!"
As he spoke, he rushed out like a vigorous leopard and rushed towards Fu Juncai.
At this moment, Leng Wenbin suddenly felt excited, as if he was possessed by a ghost, and suddenly had an extremely mysterious feeling.
Under this feeling, he felt as if he had been sitting for many years, and the asceticism he had practiced diligently suddenly became enlightened. He was enlightened in an instant, and his mind was like a clear, bottomless pool, extremely bright.
All kinds of difficulties in cultivation in the past, incomprehensible problems, suddenly became clear, bottlenecks that were difficult to break through suddenly collapsed, and countless mountains blocking the way suddenly turned into small bags of dirt that could be stepped over.
Cultivation seems to have become a smooth road, and you can see the end at a glance, and there is no more confusion.
Although the foundation is still being built, the realm is already complete.
Under this feeling, what Leng Wenbin wanted to do, what he should do, and how to do it were all clear and detailed.
As if his soul was blessed, while rushing towards Fu Juncai, he suddenly and unpredictably punched out a diamond punch.
Boom! Before anyone arrived, the force of the punch was already there, and the air made a roaring explosion sound, as if a thunder sounded above Fu Juncai's head.
Fu Juncai's smile suddenly froze.
He seemed arrogant, but in fact he did not look down on Leng Wenbin. Under his proud appearance, he was on full alert, watching Leng Wenbin's movements closely.
Moreover, Fu Juncai adopted this posture just to anger Leng Wenbin.
Because when you are angry and lack of rational action, there will be more flaws.
This will give him a better chance to counterattack, and if he's lucky, he may even be able to kill instantly.