"Okay, okay, if you have courage, I won't argue with you. Let's see the truth in the ring."
Disciple surnamed Zhu was not angry either. He grinned, extended his thumb and pointed at the ring.
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped onto the ring without waiting for the referee's instructions.
"I'll see you when I see you."
Yan Feixiang shouted and jumped onto the ring without showing any signs of weakness.
"Junior Brother Yan, you are beautiful!"
"Fuck him!"
The Dengli disciples cheered and cheered.
Zhan Qiuyun also nodded with satisfaction.
This is the appearance of his disciples that he wants. You can lose in the competition, but you cannot lose in momentum and spirit.
"The first competition of the second round will be between Yan Feixiang, a mid-stage foundation-building disciple of the Dengli Sect, and Zhu Mingzhi, a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. Please prepare for both sides."
The referee was a Jindan disciple of the Kuangsha Sect. When he saw the two people jumping onto the ring, he said loudly.
Zhu Mingzhi patted the storage bag, took out a magic weapon like a meteor hammer from it, shook it slightly, made a faint sound of wind and thunder, and sneered: "Although I know it is impossible, I still hope that you can be like Leng Wenbin.
Inspiration bursts out, because this is how you can fight vigorously."
Yan Feixiang looked at the opponent's magic weapon and movements with awe in his heart.
Most monks use flying swords as magic weapons, because flying swords are the most convenient. If other magic weapons are used, they often have unique features.
Although Zhu Mingzhi is very arrogant, his strength should not be underestimated.
He said nothing, raised his flying sword, and concentrated his energy.
"The competition begins."
The referee's voice sounded.
"Try another one!"
Zhu Mingzhi shouted loudly, shook the meteor hammer, and hit Zhu Mingzhi hard.
The chain of his meteor hammer is not long, only a few meters. Logically speaking, it cannot hit Yan Feixiang who is more than ten meters away.
But after the meteor hammer hit, the air suddenly exploded, as if it had been blasted by invisible thunder.
Immediately, Yan Feixiang felt his whole body tighten, and the surrounding air suddenly turned into a turbulent airflow, rushing towards him from all directions.
Although he couldn't see anything, Yan Feixiang was sensitively aware that several invisible cannons like meteors were rapidly blasting towards him.
Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't stop it! Obviously, this was Zhu Mingzhi's magic weapon offensive. It looked like a thunderous and powerful attack, but it was invisible and insubstantial, and was difficult to detect with one's spiritual consciousness. It was really terrifying.
With a whooshing sound, Yan Feixiang stood up from the ground, preparing to escape.
Suddenly, a mysterious feeling suddenly came over Yan Feixiang's body.
Yan Feixiang's expression was shocked. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world had changed.
In the field of vision, everything is still the same as before, but it is different. It seems to have become transparent, and the essence can be seen at a glance.
My mind was completely empty, without any thoughts, only the calmness and self-instinct of a clear mind.
As if by mistake, Yan Feixiang's figure suddenly disappeared from the sky.
Zhu Mingzhi was about to activate the meteor hammer to pursue Yan Feixiang, when his face suddenly changed, revealing a look of disbelief.
His consciousness actually lost sight of Yan Feixiang.
How is this possible! Even a peak monk in the late stage of foundation building cannot reach this point.
Looking around, Yan Feixiang is nowhere to be seen on the stage.
Zhu Mingzhi knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly activated the meteor hammer and swung it wildly, turning it into a hammer shadow that could not be splashed by water to protect himself.
But it was still a step too late, and a cold and icy breath suddenly entered his body from behind, and then suddenly exploded, turning into countless strands of cold air that scattered in all directions.
Zhu Mingzhi tried his best and brought up magic to fight, but it was useless. The cold air entered the inside, was only slightly blocked, and quickly penetrated all parts of the body.
Everything he passed was frozen and imprisoned, making it impossible to move.
The light on the meteor hammer gradually dimmed, and the force of its swing gradually weakened. After a moment, it hit the ring with a thud.
Zhu Mingzhi stood stiffly, his hair and eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost, and his whole body was also covered with a thin layer of ice.
Yan Feixiang's figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.
"Try and die."
Yan Feixiang smiled slightly.
A look of disbelief flashed in Zhu Mingzhi's eyes, and he spoke with difficulty, exhaling a chill that was visible to the naked eye: "How... did you do that?"
Yan Feixiang naturally understood what he was talking about and shrugged: "Of course it was a burst of inspiration. It turns out that you are not good enough at all!"
After saying that, Yan Feixiang gently stretched out his hand.
Zhu Mingzhi fell backwards and fell heavily on the ring, shattering the ice and snow all over his body.
Everyone in the audience opened their mouths.
"Did you hear what the Dengli Sect disciples and Lingxiao Sect disciples said?"
"I heard it, it seems like... an inspiration burst?"
"That's right, it's an explosion of inspiration!"
"No, that's impossible!"
"Fuck, what the hell!"
"I am absolutely certain that there is something wrong here!"
... Immediately, people from all sects started making noises.
Even the Dengli faction looked shocked and looked at each other.
Most of them had higher cultivation than Yan Feixiang, and they could see clearly that Yan Feixiang suddenly disappeared under the attack of Zhu Mingzhi's magic weapon. He did not really disappear, but used a mysterious and unique movement technique.
It was precisely by relying on this movement that Yan Feixiang was able to escape Zhu Mingzhi's magic weapon attack and spiritual tracking for a short time, and then turned behind Zhu Mingzhi at an incredible speed and launched an attack, causing Zhu Mingzhi to lose his fighting power and fall to the ground.
This body technique is so wonderful and useful, it can only be said to be the product of an explosion of inspiration.
Yan Feixiang himself admitted that it was indeed an explosion of inspiration.
It is not surprising that Yan Feixiang defeated Zhu Mingzhi due to an explosion of inspiration.
The strange thing is, why can Yan Feixiang also be inspired?
Could it be that Leng Wenbin passed on the luck of inspiration to Yan Feixiang?
This is too nonsense.
If Leng Wenbin's three matches in the first round were full of inspiration, it can be regarded as a burst of luck.
Then in the first game of the second round, Yan Feixiang had the same inspiration, which made everyone feel that something was wrong.
This can no longer be explained by luck.
"Master He, are the disciples of your sect cheating?"
Yu Houshui asked with a gloomy face.
Lei Tieyin, Wan Hongfei, and their disciples also looked at the Dengli sect with unkind expressions.
They thought so too.
He Guangming was stunned, shook his head instinctively and said: "Impossible, no, don't talk nonsense."
Yu Houshui said sternly: "Then how do you explain that two disciples in a row have bursts of inspiration?
is it possible?"
"Why is it impossible?"
He Guangming said harshly, but he was also murmuring in his heart.
It’s okay if Leng Wenbin had an explosion of inspiration, but Yan Feixiang also had an explosion of inspiration. This is definitely not normal and there must be something fishy.
Is it really the fault of our own people?
He couldn't help but glance at Miao Shan and Zhan Qiuyun.
If possible, it can only be my two junior brothers.
Even if a Jindan disciple wanted to, it would be impossible for him to have this ability.
But Miao Shan and Zhan Qiuyun were equally confused.
Immediately, the three of them seemed to remember, and looked at Chen Hao with stern expressions.
From the beginning of the competition, Chen Hao rarely spoke or participated in the topic. He just watched the competition silently, with a very low sense of presence.
But if there is something fishy, Chen Hao is the most suspected.