There was some noise around, there seemed to be a lot of people, and someone seemed to be talking. Lin Qingyang felt his eyes slowly light up, and the picture gradually became clearer. In front of him was the stage where the previous competition was held, surrounded by disciples. This was the scene of the competition, and Lin Qingyang felt a trance in his mind.
"Elder Lin, A-Qi aren't here today either?"
Hong Ling's voice came from the side. Lin Qingyang turned his head and looked over, only to see Mo Yan and the red fox sitting next to him.
Lin Qingyang was stunned and didn't come. This was already the third day? Why did he suddenly arrive here? He recalled the scene before he fainted and suddenly turned his head to look to the other side.
Jin Buhuan was sitting next to him shaking his fan. When he saw Lin Qingyang looking over, he smiled at him.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Lin Qingyang's face looking ugly, Mo Yan asked.
Lin Qingyang was about to speak when the voice of Jin Buhuan suddenly appeared in his ears.
"If you don't want anything to happen to him, don't talk nonsense."
Lin Qingyang frowned and looked over, Jin Buhuan looked at him again with a half-smiling expression, and did not speak, but the warning voice was clearly transmitted to his ears. Lin Qingyang tried to adjust Spiritual Power, but it still didn't work.
Lin Qingyang paused, adjusted his expression and then turned to Mo Yan and said, "It's nothing, I didn't sleep well yesterday."
Mo Yan looked at him, and then at Jin Buhuan, feeling that these two people were acting a little strangely today, and the game in the audience continued.
"Watch the game, today's game is very exciting." Jin Buhuan said with a smile
Lin Qingyang glanced at him, and the other person shook his fan and winked at him. Lin Qingyang couldn't help but clenched his fist, he really wanted to hit him.
There was a lot of noise from the audience, and Yun Zhan was seen flying onto the stage. There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and all the participating and non-competing disciples gathered around to watch.
Yun Zhan is still dressed in white, with a cold look on his face. As soon as he appears on the stage, it feels like the other disciples have become backgrounds.
Everyone present on the stage also focused their attention on Yun Zhan. Many people were talking privately. Jian Hong also looked proud while stroking his beard.
Yun Zhan stood on the stage, but glanced at Lin Qingyang in the stands. Apparently, he was still a little unwilling to accept Lin Qingyang's rejection yesterday.
At this time, the other disciple who was fighting also came on the stage. The disciple looked about 20 years old and had a plain appearance. He was dressed in coarse linen and patched. Compared to the bright and beautiful disciples of the major sects, he looked very simple. At first glance, he didn't belong to any of the major sects, and he didn't even seem to have a weapon.
The referee disciple looked at the list in his hand and announced, "The opponent is Rogue Cultivator, Wang Wu."
Hearing that it was just a casual cultivator, everyone present couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. In the past, one or two casual cultivators in each session would luckily pass the preliminary test, but most of them were weak and could not pass the first round. If a strong sect disciple were to fight against Yun Zhan, there might be something to see, but with a rogue cultivator with a huge disparity in strength, Yun Zhan would probably win without even using his sword.
But Lin Qingyang glanced at the Jin Buhuan next to him who looked like he was looking for a good show, and felt that things might not be that simple.
Yun Zhan didn't mean to look down on Wang Wu. He stood on the stage and nodded slightly to him. Wang Wu also smiled slightly, with a calm and calm look on his face, not nervous at all.
The two of them stood like this, neither of them moved. Yun Zhan frowned. Normally, he would let the other party take the first move to show humility. But Wang Wu obviously had no intention of making the first move. He just stood there and looked at him, unarmed, with a faint smile on his face, which looked a little strange.
Jian Hong in the stands also frowned, feeling that these casual cultivators did not understand the rules and were not allowed to be on stage.
Yun Zhan waited for a moment, and saw that the opponent had no intention of taking action, so he raised his hand to form a Sword Qi and hit Wang Wu. But Wang Wu still did not move, and when the Sword Qi approached his door, it was blocked by an invisible barrier in front of him. Then he raised his hand and waved, and the Sword Qi disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Yun Zhan looked at the person in front of him with some surprise. This person's Cultivation seemed to be higher than he thought. Wang Wu raised his eyes and smiled strangely at him, then raised his hand to make a seal, and a golden light ball appeared in his hand. With a wave of his fingertip, the light ball hit Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan looked stern and pulled out Lingyun Sword. However, the moment he pulled out the sword, he looked stunned. Then the ball of light hit him head-on. Yun Zhan was knocked away without any resistance. Then he fell lightly off the stage and barely stood still.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and everyone in the stands looked shocked. Yun Zhan actually lost! Jian Hong looked even more unbelievable.
And Lin Qingyang looked at Yun Zhan in the audience, and saw him looking at the sword in his hand with a puzzled expression. He probably guessed that Yun Zhan should be the same as him, and Spiritual Power suddenly disappeared.
"Impossible!" Jian Hong in the stands suddenly stood up and glared angrily at Wang Wu on the stage, seemingly unable to accept that Yun Zhan lost.
"What tricks did you use!" Jian Hong pointed at Wang Wu and said angrily.
Wang Wu turned his head calmly and looked at Jian Hong, smiling but not answering.
Everyone present had different expressions. Some people suspected that Yun Zhan just had a false reputation, while others thought that this king Wu might be an extraordinary master. But Jian Hong just couldn't afford to lose and became angry with shame, and there was a lot of discussion around him.
But Jian Hong knew Yun Zhan so well that he could see that his reaction just now was abnormal, so he looked at Yun Zhan and asked, "Tell me, what happened just now?"
Yun Zhan frowned, looking confused and confused, and said, "My Spiritual Power seems to be unusable."
Hearing this, everyone was surprised again, and Jian Hong looked at Wang Wu angrily, thinking that the other party was playing some dirty tricks, so he raised his hand and hit the opponent with a sharp Sword Qi.
But Wang Wuyi waved his hand, and another golden ball of light came towards Sword Qi, directly scattering Sword Qi and heading straight towards Jian Hong. Jian Hong was hit in the chest and fell to the ground suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Jian Hong frowned and looked at his hand in shock, obviously finding that he couldn't use Spiritual Power either.
Everyone was no longer calm now, and stood up one after another, looking at Wang Wu warily, not knowing who this person was.
Lin Qingyang glanced at Jin Buhuan next to him, and saw him sitting upright with his eyes closed, seemingly in meditation.
Tianheng stood up and looked at the people on the stage seriously, and said coldly, "Who are you?"
Wang Wu looked directly at Tian Heng and said with a smile, "I'm just a casual cultivator without any sect." After that, he glanced around the crowd and continued, "But if you are curious, I can tell you."