living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 372 A Strange Showdown
Until the game started, Lin Yiyi and Afeng were still looking at each other, reluctant to take action.

The two Liuli Pavilion monks in the Tianzihao arena have already decided the winner. One is covered in fire and screams again and again, and the other is also fighting in a disorderly manner. Unexpectedly, brothers from the same sect will fight for the opportunity to join the Immortal Sect. Fight like this.

The battle between the monks in the entire martial arts competition was decided by the Penglai Xianzong. If it was said to be a random match, Mu Lan would not believe it if she was killed. There have been two sects fighting each other in a row. There will be no such a coincidence .

It seems that Penglai Xianzong does not agree with this tricky fighting method, but they have set the rules of no taboos long ago. If they destroy it by themselves, they will obviously lose their prestige, so they can only make a fuss about the order of appearance.

Let Liuli Pavilion and Qiyun Guan, the two sects that rely on foreign objects, consume each other, so as not to be left in the end. All 32 people in the finals come from these two sects. From the perspective of the purpose of opening the mountain sect to recruit disciples, Penglai Xianzong is obviously more important. Favor disciples who have innate spiritual roots, profound cultivation, and the potential to ascend to Mahayana.

This kind of disguised manipulation of the game did not make the monks feel wrong. There were many people applauding on the field. After all, no one wants to meet someone with mediocre strength who easily crushes his opponent.

Mu Lan looked at those gloating monks, and felt that they were too short-sighted, not complaining because it involved the Qiyun Temple, but because it didn't feel good to be led by the nose by the organizer.

From the dangerous environment of the floating island in the first test to the deliberate selection of the grand contest, Penglai Xianzong used an invisible hand to control everything. During this period, countless monks fell, and they all became victims of this selection.

"If you don't make a move again, the two monks will automatically abstain."

Seeing the two people still not moving in the arena, monk Xianzong, who was the referee, said lightly.

Lin Yiyi looked at Ah Feng depressedly, and had already taken out a slender soft sword in his hand. The situation forced him to make a move if he didn't make a move, otherwise they would all lose the chance to score a point.

"Which one of us would win better?" Lin Yiyi asked in the mind link while shaking the soft sword.

"My swordsmanship and kung fu skills are too bad, so Ah Feng has a better chance of winning in the next round!" Lin Yiyi added.

Mu Lan thought it was funny. Back then she was confident that she would defeat Ah Feng, but now she became realistic.

"Utility-wise, A Feng has a better chance of winning if he enters the finals." Mu Lan said seriously.

"What about the emotional aspect?" Lin Yiyi said happily: "I still hope that I can win!"

"No emotion." Mu Lan laughed: "It should be said that from the perspective of the dungeon, you and I have a spiritual link to communicate. If something happens later, it will be more beneficial to the team. It doesn't matter."

"So heartless!" Lin Yiyi pouted. At this time, she had already stabbed A Feng. The blow was as weak as the soft sword she was holding.

"Oh, that's not right!" Lin Yiyi thought of something, "Why do I need to go to the upper level? Will there be any big moves in the future?"

"Be prepared," Mu Lan said.

Lin Yiyi and Ah Feng had already fought against each other in the arena, and the duel between the two swordsmanship was nothing to watch, and those who had troubles in the audience had already started booing.

The strength, speed, and even the posture of the sword moves of the two people are astonishing, and people can't help but think deeply about how they got into the big contest.

But thinking about the name of Qiyun Guan, the onlookers began to realize that, except for those sinister and treacherous talismans, it turned out that Qiyun Guan's disciples were all embroidered pillows.

So the boos began to weaken, replaced by applause, and the same gloating that he had treated Liuli Pavilion before appeared.

"The duel between Qiyunguan and Qiyunguan, is it like the Liuli Pavilion, where the brothers start to have more treasures than anyone else, and whoever has more will win?"

In the camp of Yuxumen, a monk looked away. This form of competition made him feel bored.

Elder Qing Yun didn't pay too much attention to Qiyun Temple, he looked at Ye Lingfeng with a pair of beautiful eyes, and there was a trace of concern on his glamorous face.

"Feng'er, who is your next opponent?"

Ye Lingfeng feels uncomfortable every time he looks at that beautiful face, although he also knows that the hot eyes are just expectations for his juniors.

A hundred years ago in the Lingyin world, when he joined the Yuxu Sect when he was young, Elder Qing Yun took a fancy to his spiritual roots and made an exception to choose himself as a direct disciple.

This incident caused a sensation in the entire sect at the time. Unexpectedly, Elder Qing Yun, who has never accepted disciples, would make an exception for a child. Moreover, this 15-year-old boy was still an outsider, an outsider who did not belong to the Lingyin world.

Therefore, Ye Lingfeng's strength far surpassing his peers is not all due to talent, but the personal teaching of Elder Qing Yun is also very important.

After leaving that year, Elder Qing Yun rarely showed a look of reluctance, which was even more puzzling for a monk of her level.

But Ye Lingfeng knew that Elder Qing Yun was only fulfilling her own wish. A monk whose spiritual roots had been abolished and his cultivation had stagnated, had empathy for Taoism and Ascension, and he hoped that he could walk that path for her.

"The next match should be Zhenyuanzong, the old opponent." Ye Lingfeng replied. He looked at the ring he belonged to. Several Zhenyuanzong monks were already preparing under the stage, but he didn't know who would be on the stage.

"Are you an elder or an inner disciple?" Elder Qingyun asked with a frown.

"Disciple doesn't know."

Ye Lingfeng didn't think that he would be afraid of facing the elders of Zhenyuanzong, and the leapfrog challenge was not once or twice. On the contrary, his sister hoped that he could meet Zhao Xiuwu and those guys, so that he could get reward points.

"I have dealt with Meng Ben and the white-haired guy before, and they are both very difficult opponents." Elder Qing Yun looked at Zhen Yuanzong's position, and the people over there seemed to sense something, and looked over.

Meng Ben, who had a mighty build, blinked at Elder Qing Yun, with an ambiguous expression, and another monk with black hair mixed with white hair looked indifferent, as if strangers should not enter.

"If you are unlucky, don't panic when you meet the two of them. The exercises of Zhenyuanzong are not invulnerable, and there is a way to break them."

Ye Lingyu, who was on the side, saw Elder Qing Yun pointing out her brother how to defeat the enemy, but she couldn't let go of her heart. She was afraid that Ye Lingfeng's desire to win was too strong, and when facing an invincible person, she would fight to the death.

He absent-mindedly glanced at the Qiyunguan duel. Because the fight was really ugly, the onlookers basically dispersed, and only two sects were preparing to appear on the stage below.

She had already seen that Penglai Xianzong was manipulating the game. She was a little worried that Mu Lan's team would be dismantled, because if that happened, she would need such a helper.

In the next game, no matter what, Ye Lingyu had to make a decision in his heart.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Lin Yiyi played a few sword skills in a serious way, and she looked a little like Yunxiao swordsmanship, but she praised her opponent Afeng.

Ah Feng completely abandoned his moves, and seemed to regard the short sword as a black flame dagger that he usually used. With a backhand grip, all he used was dagger fighting skills, and Lin Yiyi's offensive was separated by two or three strokes.

"It's about the same." Lin Yiyi thought in her heart, after a while, she had brought out everything she had learned in her life, wouldn't it be even uglier to fight in a while?
Ah Feng touched the sweat on his forehead, panting, he kept backing away, almost to the white bar on the edge.

"watch out!"

Lin Yiyi picked up the soft sword, and there was a crisp sound, and Ah Feng's short sword fell in response.

And his expression turned into panic, which made Lin Yiyi dumbfounded. It's a bit weird to imagine such a poker face making such an expression.

"I admit defeat." Ah Feng lowered his head, looking frustrated.

The corner of Lin Yiyi's mouth twitched, and she held the sword behind her back and made a clasping salute.

"What a sin."

"It's okay."

The monk Xianzong looked over with a blank face, paused for a moment on the two, and then slowly announced the winner of the competition.

(End of this chapter)