Although the way Zhong Yinhe was defeated was different from that of Fu Juncai, the process and results were surprisingly similar.
Leng Wenbin had already had an experience, and he was not surprised, but surprised and happy.
Obviously, the goddess of luck favored him again, allowing him to have an inexplicable second burst of inspiration and easily defeat Zhong Yinhe.
Now he has won two games. Even if he loses the third game, he still has two wins and one loss, and he has four points. He will definitely not be at the bottom, and he has not embarrassed the sect. The pressure is gone for a while, and he feels extremely happy.
"Brother Zhong, I accept the concession."
Although he was very excited, Leng Wenbin still had to look solemn on the surface, put away his flying sword, and raised his hands toward the bottom of the ring.
Zhong Yinhe stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Leng Wenbin with a mixture of shock and anger: "Did you get lucky again just now?"
He was not injured. Although the last sword light was fierce, it was actually merciful. It only knocked his flying sword away, and then used the remaining strength to knock him out of the ring.
Leng Wenbin nodded: "It's a fluke, I'm sorry."
He sympathized a little with Zhong Yinhe, and when his inspiration burst out, just like Fu Juncai, his skills suffered failure before they could be used.
"Damn it, no way!"
"Such a small probability, it happened twice in a short period of time!"
"I'm speechless. This Leng Wenbin, isn't he the son of the Lucky Fairy?"
"Who just said that Leng Wenbin won't be lucky in the end? Come out and see if I can beat the shit out of you."
"That's right, who made the bet just now, saying that Leng Wenbin would definitely lose miserably?
stand out."
...The crowd was like a frying pan.
No one expected that Leng Wenbin would have continuous bursts of inspiration and defeat Zhong Yinhe in seconds.
It was beyond everyone's expectation.
"You..." Zhong Yinhe swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and angrily wanted to say that you can't win, but then he thought about it, Leng Wenbin didn't cheat, but defeated him head-on. How could he win?
Not martial?
Although Leng Wenbin relies on inspiration and extraordinary performance, it is also his own ability.
Why didn't he have the inspiration to perform beyond his normal abilities?
Thinking of this, Zhong Yinhe had no choice but to swallow his unwillingness, bowed his hand to Leng Wenbin, and turned around to return to the teacher's gate.
"Junior Brother Zhong, don't be discouraged. Who would have thought that such a coincidence could happen twice in a row. It's not your fault that you lost the battle, but Leng Wenbin was very lucky."
"That's right, Master Nephew Zhong, you should have a good rest first and prepare for the next competition."
Other disciples comforted him one after another.
Lei Tieyin also came over in person and comforted him a few words. Zhong Yinhe finally regained his composure and resumed his meditation.
Leng Wenbin also walked down from the ring.
He defeated Zhong Yinhe with just one sword stroke. Not to mention being injured, he didn't even use up his mana and didn't need to meditate to recover.
"Wen Bin, how did you get the inspiration?"
"Why can it erupt twice in a short period of time?"
"Do you feel any special feeling when you perform exceptionally well?"
He Guangping and others immediately surrounded him and asked all kinds of questions.
Leng Wenbin's performance in these two competitions is really amazing.
Especially the second outbreak was even more surprising than the first.
Because the probability of this kind of inspiration bursting out is extremely low and can only be encountered but not sought.
Leng Wenbin didn't hide anything. He scratched his head and explained the sudden mysterious feeling, and then asked confusedly: "Is this feeling an explosion of inspiration?"
The Jindan disciples didn't say anything, and all looked at He Guangming and the others.
When none of them had any inspiration, they naturally would not answer Leng Wenbin's questions and could only wait for the elder monks to answer their questions.
Miao Shan and Zhan Qiuyun looked at each other and then looked at He Guangming.
Although they are Nascent Soul cultivators, they have never had any inspiration.
He Guangming pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't had any inspiration."
I'll go... Everyone rolled their eyes wildly.
Since there is no such thing, you can just say it. What's the point of selling trivial matters?
He Guangming looked back at Chen Hao, who had been silent and had no sense of presence: "Elder Chen, what do you think?"
Chen Hao said lazily: "Yes, it was an explosion of inspiration."
oh?
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.
Lei Tieyin couldn't help but said: "Elder Chen is so sure. Could it be that you have had the same experience?"
Chen Hao did not deny: "Yes."
Lei Tieyin said: "But how to explain Leng Wenbin's burst of inspiration appearing twice in a short period of time?"
Chen Haodao: "What's weird about this? I get inspiration all the time, not to mention twice, ten times, eight times, a hundred times. It's so easy, it's like a common occurrence. Haven't you all had this experience?"
No, no?"
Good guy, I am just a good guy... Everyone thought in unison, "Fuck you."
It turns out that this guy is in Versailles.
Lei Tieyin turned away and said nothing, feeling too tired to talk to Elder Chen.
"In the fourth competition, Leng Wenbin, a disciple of the Dengli Sect, won and scored two points. Zhong Yinhe, a disciple of the Kuangsha Sect, lost and did not score any points. Do you have any objections?"
The voice of the Jindan disciple in charge of the referee came over.
The leaders of the four factions shook their heads in unison.
Disciples of the Dengli faction change the points on the blackboard.
Dengli Sect: won two games, accumulated four points, ranked first. Lingxiao Sect: won one game, lost one game, accumulated two points, ranked second. Canghai Sect: tied one game, lost one game, accumulated one point, ranked second.
Three Kuangsha Clan: Draw one game, lose one game, accumulate one point, and tie for third place.
Looking at the blackboard, except for the Dengli faction, the other three factions felt uncomfortable.
When they came to the Dengli faction this time, they had originally agreed to put the Dengli faction at the bottom. For this reason, they specially found the elders of the alliance to put pressure on them.
Unexpectedly, not long after the competition started, the Dengli faction ranked first.
This slap in the face is loud enough.
However, everyone in the three sects was just a little embarrassed for a moment and didn't really care.
After all, the competition has just begun, and the fact that the Dengli Sect ranked first is purely due to luck. The disciples had two bursts of inspiration. With so many people and so many competitions, you can't always rely on luck, right?
Soon, the four disciples finished recuperating and resting.
"For the fifth competition, Fu Juncai, a disciple of the Lingxiao sect, and Zhong Yinhe, a disciple of the Kuangsha sect, please come to the ring and prepare."
The Jindan disciple of Canghai Sect who was in charge of the referee said loudly.
Fu Juncai and Zhong Yinhe jumped onto the ring.
"The competition begins."
The referee monk shouted.
Fu Juncai and Zhong Yinhe started to fight.
Because he had just defeated Chen Busheng, who was tied with Zhong Yinhe, Fu Juncai regained his confidence and was full of momentum. But Zhong Yinhe, on the other hand, was not sure if he was affected by his loss to Leng Wenbin just now. He was afraid of his hands and feet and could not stretch.
open.
Originally, his strength was slightly lower than Fu Juncai's, but for the first time he was affected, he even fell behind.
Half an hour later, Fu Jun found an opportunity and knocked Zhong Yinhe off the ring with one punch, winning the victory.
No one was surprised by this result, only Kuangsha Sect was a little regretful.
But even if Zhong Yinhe had no psychological impact, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Fu Juncai. This result is normal.
Then came the final competition for the disciples in the early stage of foundation building, Leng Wenbin of the Dengli sect versus Chen Busheng of the Canghai sect.