The scene was in chaos, with panicked people and disciples from various factions talking in low voices. The faces of Sect Leader Elder from each sect were serious. Even the big Elder of the Starshift Palace was stimulated to the point of vomiting blood, which shows how bad this hexagram is.
Tian Heng remained silent for a while with a sullen face, then returned to normal and said to Miao Xing: "Send Wen Xing back first."
"Yes." Miao Xing said, and he and several disciples helped Wen Xing down in a hurry.
Tian Heng turned to the people of each sect and said loudly, "Misfortunes and blessings are impermanent, which is the normal state of life. We are all cultivators. The so-called path of cultivation is to compete with God for destiny. There is no need to care about trivial hexagrams!"
The words were so heroic that Jian Hong was the first to respond, "What the Palace Master said is reasonable."
Other sects should also agree. The few who have doubts should not say anything. After all, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false in the matter of divination.
Lin Qingyang glanced at the crowd and saw Li Tian standing in the crowd, with a sullen face and no words. He looked completely different from his usual warm spring breeze. However, his baby Younger Brother Li Yan did not follow him.
After the commotion, the game still had to continue. Tian Heng said a few more words, and everyone went up to the stands and took their seats. For the official competition, two people were paired up. The forty people who had been promoted previously had already drawn lots and decided on their opponents. The thirty disciples had to play fifteen games in total, and the competition lasted three days.
Lin Qingyang was still thinking about what happened to Tortoise Shell just now. Weird things happened one after another. It definitely couldn't be a coincidence. At this time, the name "Feng Shu" came from the audience, and it turned out to be the first scene.
In the original book, Nine Skies Sect is just a background board, and Feng Shu and Feng Yi is not mentioned much. Lin Qingyang also doesn't know the result of Feng Shu in this competition.
Feng Shu turned over to the stage, and his opponent was Lu Ming, a disciple of Divine Sword Mountain. Lu Ming flew up to the ring with a confident face, holding a red sword in his hand, and looked at Feng Shu with an arrogant expression.
"Lu Ming is the son of Divine Sword Mountain Peak Master Lu Zhan. It is said that he is the strongest among the younger generation besides Yun Zhan." Mo Yan whispered next to him, and then asked worriedly, "Can your apprentice be good?"
"How do I know this?" Lin Qingyang said helplessly.
The two people stood on the stage holding swords. Lu Ming looked over with raised eyebrows, waiting for the opponent to make the first move. In this kind of competition, the one who thinks he is stronger will usually let the other person make the first move. Feng Shu probably didn't want to lose Nine Skies Sect's face, so instead of making a move, he made a gesture of invitation to him.
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, and then pulled out the sword with a rude swipe. Lin Qingyang frowned. The sword was glowing with a faint red light. Even sitting in the stands, I could feel a burst of heat. It was obviously not an ordinary weapon. Cultivation World Among them, each The faction has some treasured magic weapons and weapons, but most of the personal weapons are refined by themselves or obtained by chance. The participating disciples are generally young, and most of them have no chance to obtain weapons of this level. However, Lu Ming is the biological son of Peak Master, and the resources are naturally not comparable to other disciples.
Lin Qingyang looked at the ordinary long sword in Feng Shu's hand and frowned with some worry.
Feng Shu looked nervous for a moment, and then he drew out his sword and took a stance. Lu Ming glanced at him with disdain and attacked with his sword. When the two swords struck each other, they made a crisp sound.
Lu Ming sneered, and then saw the sword in his hand suddenly light up with a scorching red light. The heat was transmitted along the sword to Feng Shu's hand. Feng Shu frowned and immediately stepped back. Lu Ming followed closely and attacked with the sword. Feng Shu dodged and avoided, raising his sword to counterattack. The strength of the two of them was among the best among the disciples. If it were a normal competition, they could still fight back and forth, but Feng Shu suffered from the weapons. He did not dare to fight with the opponent head-on with the sword in his hand, so he could only rely on his body to dodge. After several blows, gaps appeared in the sword in his hand.
Lu Ming didn't give him any chance to breathe, and the moves were fierce. Feng Shu couldn't dodge it. He raised his sword to block it. Sparks flew out at the moment of the collision, and then there was only a shattering sound. The sword in Feng Shu's hand Under the double impact of Spiritual Power and heat, it broke apart. Feng Shu also fell backwards due to the huge impact, and almost fell off the ring. Feng Shu used the force to turn over and stabilize his body.
"Elegant Sword Immortal's disciples are nothing more than that." Lu Ming sneered disdainfully and glanced at Lin Qingyang in the stands.
The scene was quiet for a moment. According to the rules of the competition, the only way to be considered defeated is to fall off the ring and admit defeat. Now that Feng Shu's sword is broken, naturally he can no longer fight Lu Ming. Everyone is waiting for him to start. He admitted defeat, and the referee disciple in charge also looked at him. Feng Shu frowned and looked at Lu Ming, but never spoke. It was too embarrassing for Master to just admit defeat like this.
Lin Qingyang frowned, he didn't care whether Feng Shu won or not, he was just worried about him being injured. After all, in every Immortal Alliance Ceremony there would be a few who were injured and could no longer practice. Just when he was about to ask him to stop fighting, Lu Ming lost his patience and rushed forward to knock him off the ring. In an instant, Feng Shu's figure suddenly flashed and appeared in another place in an instant.
Lu Ming's face darkened, and he turned around and attacked him again. Feng Shu used Heavenly Wind Shadowless to dodge and kept appearing in various places on the stage, sneaking around Lu Ming.
Lu Ming, who had been hit short time and time again, finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What are you trying to hide from!"
Feng Shu took advantage of the moment when Lu Ming lost his patience and showed his weakness, and kicked him in the back from behind, knocking him to the ground.
Lu Ming held the sword and raised his eyes to glare at him angrily, while Feng Shu was breathing heavily. It was also very tiring to use Heavenly Wind Shadowless all the time. Spiritual Power, Lu Ming's eyes showed cruelty, and in his hands He gripped the sword hard, and flames burned on the sword. He raised his hand and waved the scorching Sword Qi, and rushed towards the unarmed Feng Shu. Feng Shu was exhausted and could no longer move to dodge, and then raised his hand to create a wind curtain to resist the attack.
Lu Ming's sword hit the upper wind curtain. Feng Shu was shocked and took a step back. The tip of the sword broke through the wind curtain and came close to his eyes. Lin Qingyang's expression tightened and he wanted to move to stop him, but his whole body suddenly Spiritual Power stopped and did not move. At this time, he looked at Feng Shu worriedly. Suddenly a strong wind blew around him, and the flames burning on the sword were blown by the wind towards Lu Ming. Lu Ming was forced back by the fire, and his hand gave out its strength. Feng Shu took the opportunity to hit him in the chest. Lu Ming was knocked away and fell directly off the ring.
Lin Qingyang was a little surprised, when did Feng Shu become so powerful? Apparently even Feng Shu himself didn't expect it, and looked at his hand in surprise. Lu Ming in the audience was even more disbelieving, not believing that he had lost like this, he was eliminated in the first round!
The disciple in charge of the referee on the stage announced that Feng Shu was the winner, and Jian Hong's face darkened in the stands.
Lu Ming was unwilling to stand on the stage again, pointed at Feng Shu and shouted angrily, "Impossible! You cheated! You couldn't have made that last move!"