Guo Song returned to sit under the big tree, and the competition on the Bagua stage had already begun.
Several young Taoist priests whispered beside them, "They also said that they were randomly drawn and matched by lots. It was clearly arranged deliberately. They claimed to be fair but actually favored themselves. How hypocritical!"
Guo Song also discovered the hypocrisy they said. Almost all the competitions were between Zixiao Taoist priests and wild Taoists. They were indeed deliberately arranged. They were not randomly drawn to arrange opponents according to the rules.
It seems that his opponent has been arranged, who will it be? Guo Song has a strong intuition in his heart, I am afraid that his opponent will be an old acquaintance.
The fight on the Bagua stage was very fierce, and shouts could be heard from time to time. The people wearing black Taoist robes were all Zixiao Taoist boys. Most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old, with sharp swordsmanship and bodies like giants.
Their qualifications are superior to others, and they are taught martial arts by famous teachers. They have enough food and clothing, and have a lot of time to learn martial arts every day.
On the contrary, the young wild Taoists have to survive first. Most of the chores in the Taoist temple are taken care of by them. They only have a little free time to practice martial arts every day, and without the guidance of famous teachers, naturally most of them are mediocre.
On the competition stage, the eight Zixiao Taoist priests all had the upper hand. Within a moment, the eight young wild Taoist priests all jumped out of the circle and admitted defeat.
This is what their master taught them. If they don't succeed, they should give up quickly to avoid being harmed by the ruthless Zixiao Taoist priests.
One of the boys, a boy of 13 or 14 years old, couldn't resist. He abandoned his sword and retreated quickly. However, his movement was a little slower. His opponent's sword pierced his thigh. He screamed and fell to the ground, and blood suddenly flowed from his thigh.
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Several fellow disciples rushed to rescue him, all glaring at his opponent. His fellow disciples had clearly given up their swords, so why did they resort to murder?
The opponent was a 14 or 15-year-old Taoist priest from Xuanhu Palace. He showed no shame on his face. He sheathed his sword proudly and went down triumphantly. This attracted cheers from the Taoist priests of the Zixiao family, but boos from the other side.
At this time, one of the referees, Wu Miaozhenren, came onto the stage, coughed twice and said: "Wei Qingping did not mean to hurt anyone. He just failed to retract his sword quickly, which led to accidental injuries. Xuanhu Palace deeply apologizes for this. The game continues. Next
Please come on stage for the second round of martial arts."
Master Wu Miao said a few casual remarks, and the game continued. What happened just now was just a small episode, and was taken away lightly.
But when Master Wu Miao mentioned his name, Guo Song suddenly remembered that Wei Qingping should be Wei Ping back then, a blessing descendant of the Jingzhao Wei family, who was selected by the Xuanhu Palace because of his family's wealth.
His appearance changed so much that he actually didn't recognize it. Although he was a little prouder back then, he was relatively polite and would not bully the weak easily. Unexpectedly, after staying in Xuanhu Palace for six years, he also turned into an arrogant and domineering bastard.
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The Budokai competition continued, just like the first round, the sixteen Taoist priests on stage were eight Zixiao priests versus eight wild Taoists. It was so obvious that the crowd booed.
But as the fight on stage gradually became more intense, the boos below also gradually stopped.
Although this kind of behavior of changing the rules is disgusting, after all, the fundamental rules have not been changed. You still have to rely on your own ability to compete. If you are not good at martial arts, you can't blame others.
The second round ended in less than a stick of incense. All eight wild Taoists were eliminated. The Zixiao Taoist priests restrained themselves a little, and there was no bloodshed in the second round.
Here’s round three….
The competition went very fast, and seven rounds passed in the blink of an eye. Among the fifty-six pairs of martial arts, the fifty-five winners were almost all from the Zixiao system. However, an accident occurred in the fifth round, from the Qingniu of the Zixiao system.
One of the Taoist priests who was watching failed to stand firm. He took a few steps back and stepped outside the circle. According to the rules, he lost.
His opponent, a young wild boy from the Bullfighting Palace, won the competition, which made the entire young wild beasts in the Black Tiger Palace excited.
"Lao Wu, what happened just now? There's a lot of cheers here." Third senior brother Gan Lei smiled and squeezed to sit next to Guo Song.
"The wild way just won a match, senior brother, how are you?"
"It goes without saying that he defeated his opponent, Aries Guan's Sun Lingyi, within ten moves."
Gan Lei boasted with a proud look on his face: "Brother, I will use a trick on the flying immortal from the sky to make him surrender."
"Did you use a throwing knife?"
Guo Song immediately guessed the reason for his victory.
Gan Lei's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he said angrily for a while: "He was the one who used the concealed weapon first, I was just retaliating to him, and the referee didn't pursue it anyway."
At this time, there was a burst of noise from the ring. The two looked up and saw a young wild Taoist priest in the southeast corner with blood on his face. His sword had been thrown away, but he was half-kneeling on the ground. His opponent was coldly holding a long sword in his hand.
However, when he stood up, a thin chain meteor hammer the size of an orange appeared in his left hand.
This is actually the characteristic of the Kongtong sect’s martial arts. It very deliberately pursues various small hidden weapons, which have become popular in all Taoist temples. Even the self-contained Qingxu Taoist temple is not exempt from vulgarity. The fat man Gan Lei has mastered flying knives.
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The Martial Arts Association does not prohibit the use of hidden weapons, so various hidden weapons will emerge in endlessly during competitions. Of course, there are also principles, that is, the poison cannot be quenched, otherwise it will offend the public.
Gan Lei's eyes were very poisonous, and he recognized the Taoist priest who wielded the meteor hammer at a glance.
"It's Zhang Lingzi from Qing Niu Guan. Damn it! This bastard obviously participated in the competition eight years ago. He should be about the same age as me! Why is he still competing in the second group now?"
Guo Song was already used to the various cheats of the Zixiao family, but now he was a little interested in the Taoist name of the Zixiao family.
"Brother, I now know that there are Sun Lingzi, Lei Lingzi and Zhao Lingzi, and now there is Zhang Lingzi. If both of them are named Zhang, wouldn't there be two Zhang Lingzi?"
"The possibility of repetition is unlikely. Their generation has four Taoist names, Lingxuan Dongqing. If there are four people with the surname Zhang, then they will be arranged in order of becoming a monk, Zhang Lingzi, Zhang Xuanzi, Zhang Dongzi, Zhang Qingzi, and only
Only those with martial arts skills who have reached a certain level are qualified to use it, so your enemy is named Zhang Qinghu. Obviously, his martial arts skills are still a little behind.
When they reach the level of alchemists, they can enter the Zixiao Heavenly Palace, and then they can take another Taoist name. Dual cultivation of combined citizenship is the privilege of Zixiao Heavenly Palace, but these idiots actually use dual cultivation of combined citizenship as a reward."
When it came to dual cultivation with dual citizenship, Gan Lei couldn't help but grit his teeth.
"Fat Master, my name is Qian Lei. I specialize in killing that Lei Lingzi. You son of a bitch, how dare you steal Fat Master's woman!"
"Senior brother, if things don't get to that point, don't think too much to avoid distracting your energy." Guo Song comforted him.
"I know, it seems like it's your turn."
A black-robed Taoist boy walked onto the stage and held up a sign, the tenth round.
"It's really my turn!"
Guo Song said with a smile: "Senior brother, let me hold the battle, and I will go up to meet my friends with force!"
Gan Lei said anxiously: "Junior brother, take my iron sword!"
"Need not!"
Guo Song inserted the iron wood sword into the sword buckle on his back, jumped up to the high platform with a slight jump.
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In another Taoist hall, Master Wu Miao said coldly to Zhang Qinghu: "I have chosen him as your opponent according to your request. You know the rules of Xuanhu Palace. If you lose, you will bear the consequences yourself.
Don’t look for me!”
Zhang Qinghu gritted his teeth and said: "This time the disciple will definitely kill him in public."
Master Wu Miao nodded, "It's time, come on out!"
Zhang Qinghu bowed and saluted, turned around and left with his sword in hand.
Master Wu Miao watched his apprentice leave with confidence, but there was an inexplicable worry in his heart. That Guo Song was actually a disciple of Qingxu Guan, and Master Mu of Qingxu Guan was the most mysterious Taoist priest in Kongtong Mountain. No one knew
His details, is Zhang Qinghu’s information accurate, is Guo Song really vulnerable?
Guo Song stood on the Xun position in the southeast corner, his pupils shrank into a line. He looked coldly at Zhang Qinghu, who was walking towards him with a proud look on his face. It was as he expected.
Gan Lei jumped up in shock, "Damn it! Who dares to say that there is no cheating in the game? Fatty will cut off his head."
However, he did not continue shouting, but concentrated on the competition between his junior brother and Zhang Qinghu.
Guo Song cupped his fists and saluted, and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, please come!"
Zhang Qinghu laughed ferociously, "You only want to make friends with me now, it's too late!"
At this time, a melodious bell rang, and someone in the distance shouted, "The competition begins!"
Zhang Qinghu's sword was like lightning, and it pierced Guo Song's throat.
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