Regardless of the result, suspending the game is extremely unfair to Lin Xiaofeng.
After all, if Lin Xiaofeng continues to fight with the momentum just now, he will win soon.
However, Lin Xiaofeng didn't say anything, but stood quietly.
The Holy Lord frowned and asked the people around him: "What do you think of this matter?"
Wan Heyu chuckled and said: "Holy Lord Shengming, although this boy has fallen into your eyes, he has not become your disciple after all. If he does not know magic and participates in the martial arts competition, it will break the rules."
At this time, Situ Jinzhen also hated Leng Feng. He said coldly: "Holy Master, my son made a mistake and broke the rules. I will hand it over to your holy religion without saying a word. This kid is not your disciple yet. You
You won’t engage in malpractice for personal gain, right?”
After hearing this, the Holy Master was not angry. He stood up and looked at Lin Xiaofeng below: "Lengfeng, do you know any magic?"
"Go back to the Holy Master and meet you." Lin Xiaofeng nodded.
"Then why haven't you used it all this time?" the Holy Master then asked.
Lin Xiaofeng paused for a moment before saying: "What's the point of killing a chicken with a sledgehammer? I can defeat them with the Taoist skills I just learn, so why do I have to use evil magic?"
"It's so easy to kill a chicken with a bull's-eye!"
This attitude was so arrogant that Mr. Ji was so angry that he trembled all over.
And many people in the audience felt that the cold wind was too strong.
"Then, let's use your magic to compete. Since you know magic, don't hide it." After the Holy Master finished speaking, he slowly sat down.
What Xiang Zhu knew, could the Holy Lord know?
He smiled slightly at this time.
Lin Xiaofeng saw that the Holy Lord had already said this, so naturally it was impossible to hide it anymore.
Why did he announce at this time: "The competition continues!"
Mr. Ji had already calmed down and took out a portrait in his hand, which showed a lively black tiger.
"I want to see how powerful your skills are." Mr. Ji snorted coldly.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the people around him, and then slowly cut his left hand with the demon knife.
Many people frowned.
"What does this kid want to do? Why cut his own hands?"
Lin Xiaofeng said to Mr. Ji: "Then please keep an eye on me."
"Heaven and earth are born together, and their forms are too real. They are covered by pure emptiness. They hold the scarf for me. The purple cover of Xuantai, the crown and body, make me immortal, and the heaven and earth have the same roots."
Lin Xiaofeng wiped the blood on the demon knife.
Then he raised the demon sword and after reciting the curse, a ten-meter-long bloody demon sword appeared above his head. The bloody aura was so strong that the whole audience could feel it.
"This, using blood as a guide?" Situ Jinzhen looked down, suddenly remembered the ancient legend, and was shocked all over.
"Using blood as a guide, ghost, ghost, ghost magic." Wan Heyu's eyes widened: "No, it's impossible."
The whole audience reacted like this.
"How is that possible?"
"Are you bluffing? Isn't the evil magic that uses blood the legendary ghost magic?"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. They had no idea that the evil magic that Lin Xiaofeng had been hiding would be linked to the legendary ghost magic.
Ghost magic is a legend in the minds of all magicians.
After all, ghost magic has been lost for so long that people almost don’t believe it really exists.
As a branch of ghost magic, the "Book of the Dead" can become the supreme bible of magic, not to mention the value of ghost magic.
Most of the people present still couldn't believe it at this time.
Although the facts are before our eyes, it is still unbelievable.
And a small group of people immediately wanted to search for everything about Leng Feng.
Mr. Ji's face was extremely pale, with no trace of blood at all.
Looking at the huge bloody demon knife above Lin Xiaofeng's head, he didn't have any strength in his body.
Mr. Ji completely lost his desire to fight with Lin Xiaofeng.
Of course, if the fight really continues, even if Mr. Ji loses, he won't be too lazy to watch.
But at this time, he was completely shocked by the appearance of ghost magic and was speechless.
This is a ghost trick. How could I win over him?
"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!" Mr. Ji yelled, fearing that he would be struck by Lin Xiaofeng's knife if he spoke too slowly.
He finally recovered from the shock: "The cold wind wins."
Lin Xiaofeng was not surprised at all about Young Master Ji's reaction. With a wave of the demon sword, the bloody demon sword above him disappeared.
The bloody smell gradually dissipated in the air.
Mr. Ji also sat down on the ground. He was sweating profusely and hurriedly wiped the sweat on his forehead regardless of his appearance.
The eyes he looked at Lin Xiaofeng were full of fear and looked like a dead person.
Mr. Ji took a deep breath. Although he was defeated by Lin Xiaofeng, he still sneered in his heart.
This kid is really brave enough to use ghost magic in front of everyone.
No wonder he had always used Taoism instead of evil magic.
No matter what, Mr. Ji didn't think Lin Xiaofeng could live long.
I'm afraid that the group of old monsters watching the battle above are all thinking about how to catch Leng Feng and then ask for ghost skills.
At this time, Uncle He came in with four strong men wearing black clothes and covering their faces.
As for the reason, it was naturally to protect Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng was not surprised to see Uncle He leading people to protect him.
Seeing Leng Feng being brought up by Uncle He, and being protected by Uncle He and the four people, and then thinking of the secret evil behind him, they all started thinking about capturing Leng Feng and asking them about ghostcraft.
No matter what, you have to wait until later to find an opportunity to catch the cold wind.
Wan Heyu looked at Lin Xiaofeng with a somewhat complicated look. He finally understood why the Holy Master even accepted Lengfeng as his disciple and wanted to steal people from Situ Jinzhen.
This kid actually knows magic.
Once the Holy Master passes the position to this kid, among other things, he will say that this kid is the inheritor of ghost arts, and his status in the Holy Religion cannot be shaken by anyone.
Wan Heyu didn't think about how to catch Lengfeng and force him to reveal ghost skills like others.
On the contrary, what he was thinking about was how to have a good relationship with Leng Feng.
After all, he is a backer. Even if the Holy Lord dies, if he wants to completely control the Holy Religion, his help is indispensable.
Thinking of this, Wan Heyu's eyes became less gloomy and she became cheerful instead.
Xiang Zhu glanced at Lin Xiaofeng, with some worry in his eyes.
After all, once his ghost skills were exposed, Lin Xiaofeng had become a fat man in the eyes of countless people.
Although this incident shocked everyone present, the competition was not over yet.
After resting for ten minutes, He Sheng glanced at Lin Xiaofeng and then at Qianlong You, and then said: "Our holy sect will compete in martial arts and the decisive battle will reveal the number one genius of the younger generation. You two should work hard."
Qian Longyou pretended to be humble and held his hand in front of him, and said to Lin Xiaofeng: "Brother Leng can actually inherit ghost skills. Who dares to compete with him for the reputation of being the most talented person among the younger generation?"