On the edge of this bustling floating fairy island, the crowd surged like a tide, and noisy discussions came and went.
Although Qin Cang has not been seen yet, Sect Master Flying Snow is standing on the high platform, with a tall and straight posture, and an expression full of pride and pride, as if victory is already within his grasp.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes flashed with confidence, and he thought to himself, "Humph, you mediocre trash disciples can pass this test smoothly. That kid Qin Cang is holding Half-Emperor Weapon. For him, passing this test is a piece of cake!"
The tone was full of disdain, as if in his eyes, the other contestants were nothing more than ants worth mentioning.
At the exit of the martial arts arena, a thousand contestants flew out one after another like birds returning to their nests.
Some of them looked tired, others were full of joy, but the familiar figure of Qin Cang was never seen in the crowd.
As time goes by slowly, almost all the contestants have appeared, but Qin Cang is still missing without a trace.
Sect Master Flying Snow's brows gradually furrowed, and his heart began to beat, and his original confidence also dissipated a bit unconsciously.
"No, Qin Cang, why doesn't that kid come out? The game is already over, what on earth does he want to do?!"
Sect Master Flying Snow murmured in a low voice. Although on the surface he still pretended to be calm and calm, as if everything was under control, his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner impatience.
His eyes eagerly scanned back and forth among the crowd, trying to find traces of Qin Cang among the unfamiliar faces, but found nothing.
"Could it be that... that boy Qin Cang has been eliminated?!"
This thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.
His heart suddenly tightened, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across his face.
But soon, he shook his head vigorously and tried to get this idea out of his mind. "It's impossible. Qin Cang is holding Half-Emperor Weapon. Among all the contestants, no one can be his opponent. He is invincible by nature! How can he be eliminated?!"
He kept cheering himself up in his mind, trying to calm himself down, but the uneasy feeling was like a raging tide, getting stronger and stronger, almost drowning him.
After some self-comfort, Sect Master Flying Snow reluctantly calmed down. He took a deep breath, tried to maintain a calm posture, and continued to wait.
However, when the last disciple flew out of the exit of the martial arts arena, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.
His face instantly turned pale, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
"Where is Qin Cang? Why isn't Qin Cang here? Have everyone really come out?!"
Sect Master Flying Snow's voice became hoarse due to excessive tension and anxiety. His eyes searched the crowd crazily, as if Qin Cang would suddenly appear from a corner.
When the several sect leaders around him saw his devastated look, a trace of imperceptible schadenfreude flashed in their eyes.
They looked at each other, with false concern on their faces, and gathered around.
"Sect Master Flying Snow, what's wrong? Your face doesn't look good?"
One of the sect leaders asked hypocritically, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
"By the way, where is Qin Cang? I heard that Qin Cang got a Half-Emperor Weapon, which is very powerful. He must be able to pass the test easily, right?"
Another sect leader also echoed, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"I also think it will be a piece of cake for Qin Cang to pass this test. However, the last contestant has come out, but Qin Cang has not yet appeared. Could it be that he died inside?"
Another sect leader deliberately raised his voice, and his exaggerated tone attracted the attention of those around him.
"Don't talk nonsense. Even if Qin Cang loses, it's impossible for him to die. Half-Emperor Weapon is still too difficult for other contestants. It's not something those little guys can deal with easily!"
A relatively calm sect leader retorted, but his eyes were full of doubts.
"That's true. None of these little guys have become emperors yet. They have no means to deal with Half-Emperor Weapon!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and for a while, all kinds of discussions echoed in the martial arts arena.
The words of these sect leaders were like sharp knives, piercing Sect Master Flying Snow's heart.
His face became even more ugly, and he was angry and anxious, but had no way to vent it.
Before, he was high-spirited and always looked down upon others in front of everyone. Now the situation has changed, and seeing him in such a mess, these sect leaders felt a lot relieved.
However, they themselves were very confused about the disappearance of Qin Cang.
After all, Qin Cang holds Half-Emperor Weapon in its hands. According to common sense, it really shouldn't be defeated, let alone killed.
He should be on the list of a thousand people, but why was there no trace of him in the end? What accident happened?
Sect Master Flying Snow Unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart any longer, he rushed out like an angry lion and went straight to the referee.
He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and loudly asked the referee, "Elder, why doesn't my disciple Qin Cang come out? He shouldn't be eliminated!"
The voice was full of anger and unwillingness, and it echoed on the field for a long time.
I saw the old referee with rosacea sitting leisurely aside, holding a wine gourd in his hand and pouring a sip of wine into his mouth from time to time.
He was startled by the sudden appearance of Sect Master Flying Snow, with an impatient look on his face.
He raised his head casually, glanced at Sect Master Flying Snow, and said lazily, "If he hasn't been eliminated and doesn't show up now, it means he's dead inside."
After saying that, he started drinking by himself again, as if the matter in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Hearing this response, Sect Master Flying Snow felt as if he was struck by lightning. His body trembled suddenly, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.
He widened his eyes and denied loudly. "It's impossible, how could Qin Cang die?!"
There was a tremor in his voice, which was a sign of resistance to reality and deep concern for his disciples.
The old man with rosacea was upset by his noise. He gave Sect Master Flying Snow a hard look and said impatiently, "If he is not dead, then he was eliminated early. You should go back and check the disciples. Maybe he has been eliminated long ago, but you just didn't pay attention."
As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to leave.