Mount Longhu's referee Rongshan's face turned black.
He is the ninth disciple of Zhang Zhiwei. What scene has he not seen in all these years?
But he had never seen this situation today.
An old man sitting in the audience, dozens or hundreds of meters away, easily penetrated the shoulder of a contestant with a melon seed.
And when the melon seed flew over, he didn't even have time to react.
In other words, if he were to catch the melon seed by himself, he would not be able to catch it unless he deployed Golden Light Mantra in advance. But the question is, can Golden Light Mantra be able to defend it?
That strength...
From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the ground. After the melon seed pierced Wang Bing's shoulder, it continued to sink into the depths of the ground.
So scary!
Rongshan took a deep breath, walked to the audience, looked up at the gray-haired old Daoist, and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.
"This... old gentleman, according to the rules, no one is allowed to interfere with the venue during the game. Your behavior just now has seriously violated the rules."
"Rules? What rules."
Lu You tilted his head.
Rongshan The veins on his forehead jumped.
"Luotian Grand Ceremony competition rules, no off-site personnel may interfere or affect the competition process in any form. Violators will be disqualified from the competition and will be punished..."
"But isn't the game over?"
Rongshan was stunned.
"What?"
"I said, isn't the game over?"
Lu You repeated it in an understatement.
All the eyes of the audience were focused here.
In the venue.
Feng Xingtong sat on his knees on the ground, holding Wang Zizhong's weak spirit body in his arms, with tears still hanging on his face. He took back Wang Zizhong's spirit with a determined look in his eyes.
He understood what Lu You meant.
"Referee, I just gave up."
Feng Xingtong spoke, his voice hoarse but clear.
"When I was knocked to the ground by Wang Bing, I had already admitted defeat. Maybe you didn't hear it, but these were my exact words. Now, I say it again, I admit defeat."
He raised his head and looked at the referee with calm eyes.
"So, this game was over when I gave up. The old gentleman's shot did not violate the rules."
Rongshan frowned, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something. He knew it was an excuse, but the problem was that he really couldn't find a reason to refute it.
What's more, he saw that Wang Bing was also very popular.
In the end, nothing more was said.
But obviously, someone still has something to say.
Wang Bing was kneeling on the other side of the ring, covering his right shoulder with his left hand. Blood seeped out from between his fingers and dripped on the ground.
His face was as white as paper, not only from blood loss, but also from extreme anger and fear.
His right shoulder was pierced by the melon seed. Although the wound was not big, it was deep and the bones were broken. The heartbreaking pain made him almost speechless.
"You... you..."
Wang Bing gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to burst. He suddenly raised his head and locked his eyes on the old Daoist in the audience.
"Old beast, I fucking remember you!"
He gritted his teeth and his voice was loud.
Lu You cracked open a melon seed calmly, spit out the shell, then raised his head and looked at Wang Bing with a smile.
"What did you just say?"
Wang Bing was stunned.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say "old beast", but he swallowed the words again.
Because the eyes of that old Daoist were obviously smiling, but there was no warmth in the depths of those eyes.
It was cold and empty, like looking at a dead person.
Wang Bing's throat was so tight with fear that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
But Lu You's hand has already moved.
Another melon seed.
The speed is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch it. There is only a subtle sound breaking through the air, and then, poof!
Wang Bing's left shoulder exploded with a bloody flower.
He screamed again, fell backwards, and rolled twice on the ground. At this time, there was another bloody hole on his left shoulder.
Two melon seeds, two shoulders, very symmetrical.
"You..." Wang Bing's voice has changed, with a crying tone and trembling.
"You... you are crazy... do you know who I am... do you know who my great-grandpa is..."
Lu You stood up, casually patted the melon seed shells off his robe, and looked down at Wang Bing.
"Eh? How dare you continue to provoke after the game is over? Why, do you think there are too many people in your family photo?"
The faces of the people around him changed slightly, and they quietly moved away from Lu You. Lu You's words had already implicated Ten Elders.
Rongshan's eyes were full of energy. He had just realized that Lu You was about to take action, so he concentrated on the opponent's movements. However, he still couldn't see it!
Which branch does this old man belong to?
I have never seen this kind of strength!
In the venue, Wang Bing was trembling all over.
He looked at the old Daoist, and saw that he was still holding a melon seed in his hand, his lips were trembling, and the fear in his eyes finally overcame the anger.
"No... don't..."
Lu You raised his hand, pinched the melon seed on his fingertips, pointed it at Wang Bing's head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wang Bing's brain was buzzing.
He remembered how the two melon seeds pierced his shoulders just now. He didn't see the first one at all, and he couldn't even catch the afterimage of the second one.
What would happen if the melon seed was aimed at his head instead of his shoulder?
"Help!"
Wang Bing was lying on the ground, crawling back with his hands and feet, his face covered with tears and snot.
"Help! Grandpa! Grandpa Zeng! Help!"
His voice was shrill and harsh.
The whole audience looked at him like a clown.
Some people are frightened.
Some people were laughing secretly.
Wang Bing climbed to the edge of the field, bumped into the wall, and then rolled and crawled towards the exit.
I fell down twice along the way, got up and continued running. The wound on my shoulder was still bleeding out, and eventually two long blood marks were dragged on the ground.
Feng Xingtong bowed to Lu You.
"Thank you, senior, for your generous action. Grandpa Zizhong is very important to me. This kindness will be repaid in the future!"
At the same time, in another venue of Mount Longhu Luotian Grand Ceremony, Feng Shayan stood in the venue, opposite Feng Baobao.
The game between the two has just begun.
On the rostrum, one of Ten Elders, Wang Ai, was sitting upright, watching the game with no expression on his old face.
The mobile phone next to him suddenly vibrated.
Wang Ai frowned, picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was a special number for the family.
He pressed the answer button.
There was a hurried voice on the other end of the phone, with obvious panic.
"Oops! Someone shot at Master Bing in the game just now, and Master Bing is seriously injured now!"
Wang Ai's brows furrowed deeper, feeling angry.
"Being beaten? By whom? The opponent in the competition?"
If he remembers it well, Wang Bing's opponent today is Feng Xingtong, and Spirit Summoning and Sending of the Feng Family should be beaten to death by their full version.
"No, it's not the opponent... it's a person in the audience, I don't know the name, but he used melon seeds to pierce Master Bing's two shoulders..."
Wang Ai's eyes showed a fierce light.
These days, all kinds of cats and dogs come out to provoke Wang Family, right? It belongs to his grandma.
This is not taking him seriously!
"Take good care of Xiao Bing, I'll go over now."
At this time, not far away, Feng Zhenghao's pocket also vibrated. It was a call from Feng Xingtong.