The night of indulgence lasted until early morning.
The noise gradually subsided, and the drunken people were led away separately.
Others also dispersed in twos and threes.
The night breeze is slightly cool and the moonlight is like water.
Lu You returned to the hotel along the moonlight. Tomorrow is the match between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing.
Feng Hou Qimen versus Marquis Wu Qimen.
He is quite interested in both methods. Feng Hou Qimen is easy to say, but Marquis Wu Qimen is Zhuge Clan's unique skill, and Lu You is hard to force.
"Well, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."
The next day, Luotian Grand Ceremony venue.
The spectator seats were packed, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than the previous few days, because there was a highlight today, Wang Ye vs. Zhuge Qing.
Wudang Wang Ye, Luotian Grand Ceremony had a mediocre reputation before and did not have many bright spots, but as he easily swept his opponents in the competition, he began to become famous.
Everyone vaguely understands that this guy is probably Wudang's trump card.
Wudang is also a top sect as famous as Celestial Master Mansion, and its disciples should not be underestimated.
The match between the two is scheduled for the afternoon.
One after another, people came to the auditorium of the venue and sat down to wait for the meeting to begin.
Zhang Chulan walked over with a hunched back, his face pale and lifeless.
He didn't want to come here originally. After all, thinking about what happened last night, he still wanted to jump off the building.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Walking Bird?"
Feng Shayan laughed wildly, and Feng Xingtong said sorry to the side.
"Zhang Chulan, my sister doesn't mean any harm, cough cough."
Thinking of what happened last night, he also felt a strong smile, but with strong willpower, Feng Xingtong actually endured it.
"You can laugh if you want, I already... don't want to live anymore."
The ashen-faced Zhang Chulan was crying in mourning.
Ding! The bright kitchen knife was placed directly on Zhang Chulan's neck, and it was Feng Baobao who was looking at him calmly.
"I can help you."
"Haha, just joking, Sister Baobao, just a joke, just a joke, it won't be a big deal."
Since it was a battle between Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, basically everyone came.
In the afternoon, the sun is just right.
Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing stood in the center of the ring, facing each other.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly. The audience around the ring also fell silent, and everyone felt the solemn atmosphere in the air.
Zhuge Qing moved first.
Cyan Qi surged out of his body, and in his own eyes, with him as Central Palace, the Bagua array slowly opened, and the Qimen Bureau was formed.
The array disk rotates, the eight hexagrams light up one after another, the temperature is rising, the air is twisting, and flames suddenly burst out of the void, turning into fire dragons, swimming around Wang Ye.
"Li Zi·Purgatory."
Wang Ye looked at those fire dragons with a smile on his face, tapping his toes on the ground, and immediately dodged to avoid them.
"The word "kun" means tuheche."
Under his feet, a stone pillar lifted up the entire surrounding area, causing rubble to fly. Wang Ye suddenly lowered his head, and several boulders flew towards him in the dust-filled sky.
So fast?
Boom!
In an instant, huge boulders hit Wang Ye's side and fell to the ground. After a loud boom, the ground shook and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of Wang Ye's side face.
"Ah, it was really dangerous. Thank you for your mercy."
Smiling helplessly, Wang Ye jumped down from the stone pillar.
"Are you merciful... Haha, I don't think so. Why, Wang Ye, am I going to let you look down on me like this?"
Zhuge Qing is still squinting.
"Why do you say this?"
"You are also a magician, why don't you Qimen Escape Technique, instead of chatting here."
"Oh, I knew it wasn't that simple. It's really troublesome. I regret it. I regret it."
Wang Ye scratched his head.
In the next ten minutes, Wang Ye started showing off.
His eyes became particularly serious, and he obviously became serious, changing the situation!
But in the blink of an eye, Zhuge Qing was defeated.
Many people didn't even understand it... but that didn't stop them from finding this battle exciting.
I can't understand it, but it looks awesome!
"Is this Feng Hou Qimen? It's actually similar to Barrier Technique."
Lu You smiled and locked eyes with the other person.
With thunderous applause, Zhuge Qing gave up and left.
Wang Ye stood on the ring, his face did not have the joy of a winner, but a hint of exhaustion on his face.
Coming to Luotian Grand Ceremony, as long as Qimen Escape Technique is used, then Feng Hou Qimen may not be able to hide.
Whether it is Old Celestial Master, Lu Jin, Lu Ci, Wang Ai and other Ten Elders in the stands, or the experienced old Outsider, those hidden Quanxing masters.
Everyone will know that he Wang Ye owns Eight Extraordinary Skills!
He was about to leave the ring when a subtle and strange sense of crisis suddenly passed through his scalp. Following that feeling, he raised his head and glanced at the corner of the spectator stand.
Sitting there was a gray-haired old man Daoist, eating melon seeds and staring at him.
Their eyes met in the air for a moment.
Wang Ye's eyes suddenly changed slightly, then he quickly moved away and decisively left the venue.
"Fuck, where did this old monster come from... No, no, no, how can I say dirty words? I'm the Patriarch."
Lu You spit out the last melon seed shell and patted the crumbs on his hands.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes flashed.
That night, Mount Longhu was extremely quiet.
The moon hangs in the sky, its cool light shines on the bluestone road, and the wind blows from the valley, bringing with it the fragrance of pines and cypresses and the roar of distant waterfalls.
The players were all arranged to rest in the guest rooms in the back mountain.
Although he was a disciple of a famous sect, the room that Wang Ye was assigned to was also not big and the layout was simple.
A wooden bed, a wooden table, and a wooden chair are in line with Mount Longhu's habit of cleaning things up.
Wang Ye was not sleeping. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and frowning. He was meditating, but it was more like he was trying to ask something.
Suddenly, he opened his dark gray pupils.
Blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Breathing gently, he was not nervous or afraid, and looked calmly at the closed door.
Squeak~
The door suddenly opened.
There was no knock on the door or footsteps.
A gray-haired old man Daoist appeared at the door. If Wang Ye hadn't been mentally strong, his heart might have jumped out. It was so scary.
The old man who appeared was wearing a dusty old Daoist robe and could not be traced back to his sect. He was holding a Heavenly Secrets Divination cloth flag in his left hand and stuck it on the ground. His eyes were unwavering.
This person is, of course, Lu You.
"Daoist Wang Ye, haven't you slept yet?"
Lu You said with a smile.
Wang Ye looked at Lu You carefully, remained silent for a moment, then stood up from the bed, showing a business-like smile.
"Old sir, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but you came to me, don't you want to tell my fortune?"
Lu You walked directly into the room, sat down on the old chair, leaned the cloth banner against the table, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at Wang Ye with a smile.
"Of course not. I'm here to ask you for something, and you must have it."
"Please let me know, senior."
Wang Ye knew the answer in his heart, but he still asked.
"Feng Hou Qimen."
The room instantly became quiet.
I overslept last night and slept until dawn. There was no time to change. Alas...