Chapter 248 Backpack [Please vote for me! 】
“Lei Zhen actually lost.”
Many people found this result unbelievable.
Although Liang Yue is superior in terms of cultivation, Lei Zhen is a disciple of the Imperial Master after all. He has been famous for a long time, has been rampant in Longyuan City, and has repeatedly defeated opponents whose cultivation is stronger than his. Few people thought that Liang Yue, who had just broken through, could take advantage, and Lei Zhen was strong enough in the scene just now.
But Liang Yue’s sudden self-made sword move shocked everyone as soon as it appeared.
"So strong..." Zhao Xinzhu murmured with empty eyes: "He is still getting stronger and stronger. Sure enough, I will never be able to defeat him."
"Don't think this way. The more you think like this, The more he becomes a demon," Wu Handing said with relief, "So what if he can't win? If he encounters a stronger opponent in the next round, he will still lose, and you may advance without even meeting him. "
"I hope so." Zhao Xinzhu closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the shadow in his mind.
She is a young genius and a famous chivalrous woman in the world. She has been full of pride since she was a child. It's not that she doesn't know her own strength. If she loses to people like Wen Yifan and Qi Yingwu, she won't feel uncomfortable no matter how many times she loses.
But the two times she met Liang Yue, each time when she thought she was sure to win, the opponent's sudden surge in cultivation level defeated her, and the sense of loss of being slapped in the face really tortured her.
Now she is obviously no longer Liang Yue's opponent, so she dare not think about the chance of revenge in this selection battle. I just hope that I won’t meet him again in the arena.
How could she not understand what Wu Handing said?
But the inner knot is difficult to resolve. Unless she really wins once, it is impossible to get rid of this inner demon.
"The days are long." Zhao Xinzhu breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly calmed down.
As long as I don’t meet him again this time, it will be fine.
Du Yan and Liu Deng'er helped Lei Zhen down. Deep ravines were cut all over his body by the sword energy, and he was dripping with blood. Fortunately, the body-protecting Buddha patterns were strong, and these were just superficial wounds. Liu Deng'er put his handprints on his back and gently enveloped his whole body with a soft golden light, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Deng'er, you will have a competition later, so you don't have to spend your cultivation to heal my injuries." Lei Zhen said weakly.
"Okay." Liu Deng'er nodded and took back his healing palm.
"Ah..." Lei Zhen was startled.
I am just being polite, do you really want to take it back? Too much advice.
But he is a tough guy after all. He can't even say anything, and he can't say you give me a simple treatment. He has to use his own strength to stop the bleeding and heal the injury. Fortunately, Liang Yue still left a few points, and there was not too much sword energy attached to the blade, so the healing was not that difficult.
Although hands are generally left unattended when fighting, the damage caused by attaching sword energy is about the same at the time, and it will only increase the difficulty of healing later, which is really unnecessary.
After a long while, he breathed out a breath, opened his eyes, looked at the senior brothers and sisters in front of him, and said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, I have embarrassed Longhu Hall."
"It's okay. "Du Yan reassured: "Your understanding is too low, you have been stuck at the bottleneck for a long time and it is difficult to break through. Your cultivation is weak, and defeat is a foregone conclusion. There will be no difference between losing in the second round and losing in the third and fourth rounds. The difference. These are all expected by Master, and he will not blame you."
"..." Lei Zhen was silent for a moment.
I am really blessed to have such senior brothers and sisters, each one is more heartwarming than the other when speaking and doing things.
Liu Deng'er seemed a little absent-minded. She did not look at Lei Zhen, but looked around, as if looking for something. Finally, his eyes were fixed on a northern warrior in the distance, who stood solemnly with a suppressed anger between his brows.
There is more than one person like him.
Liu Deng'er looked around a few times, looking thoughtful.
……
Not long after Liang Yue passed, Lin Fenghe appeared again.
He came from nowhere, flew down on the stage, and was immediately greeted by a burst of boos from the audience, "Oh——"
Just a few days ago, the people of the divine capital My impression of Lin Fenghe is still that of a mysterious No. 17 Lin Feng. I only know that he is a Xuanmen disciple and I have never seen him take action. After these two days of performance, he successfully became a public enemy in the eyes of the school audience.
This man... is really good at pretending!
Hurry up and come and collect it for him!
This is the thought in everyone's mind. The opponent opposite him was a Taoist disciple in a robe. Although his face was young, his temperament was quite calm. At first glance, he was a genius disciple with an orthodox cultivation background. But when facing Lin Fenghe, this disciple was also a little nervous.
If you lose to others, you will lose. No matter how famous you are, you may lose. For example, Lei Zhen of Longhu Hall lost just now. As a famous and powerful person, it actually doesn’t matter. The so-called, anyway, there are only seven people in the battle to capture the city.
But losing to Lin Fenghe is different. You don’t know what tricks he will pull out. If you lose even a little bit, you may become the backdrop for his pretense and be punished for the rest of your life.
Sure enough, after taking the stage, Lin Fenghe turned around, turned his back to the Taoist disciple, and said loudly: "As long as you can make me turn around, you will win."
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It’s really a shame for you.
The Dao Palace disciple looked speechless, where did you come up with so many tricks? Just fight well and win when you lose, right?
As expected, the audience in the audience was once again detonated by his behavior. They cheered for the Taoist disciple and shouted: "Win him!"
"Too good at pretending. I can't stand it anymore. Don't come down until you defeat him!"
"Kick him in the butt!"
"..."
The sound of cheers from below fell on the ears of this Dao Palace disciple, but it was a kind of pressure. He was only a second-class cultivation before, but compared to Lin Fenghe, who was at the top of the Youlin Ranking, he was originally a low-class horse. Now suddenly so many people want him to win, what can he win with?
This inner struggle eventually turned into anger. The Taoist disciple's eyebrows tightened and he shouted: "Then I won't be polite."
He grasped the decision with both hands and violently Pushing forward, he saw the arena shattered into pieces, and hundreds of green vines emerged from under Lin Fenghe's feet, surrounding him and about to bind him into a rice dumpling in an instant! These vines have great strength and some poison. Once they are tied tightly, it is impossible to break free.
In this arena, the space is not very big, so such a range of magical powers is the most difficult to avoid.
It can be seen that the cultivation of this Dao Palace disciple is extremely solid, and the most targeted magical power is used when he takes action.
But Lin Fenghe had no intention of dodging. While the Taoist disciples were casting spells, he also opened his bow and nocked an arrow. He pulled out three feather arrows with his right hand and shot straight into the sky.
咻咻咻咻——
Three streams of light rose into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
At the moment when the ivy was bound, the first stream of light drew an arc in the air and fell again.
The originally faint brilliance now turned into a sharp white-gold arc of light, accompanied by the sound of the whistling wind, and the sharp sound was harsh.
Seeing this, the Dao Palace disciples had no time to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, they quickly changed their seals. A layer of dense green vines immediately rose up under their feet, extending to the top of their heads and intertwining together, protecting him firmly, as if giving him a hand. It's like he built a grave for himself.
Boom!
The first arrow crashed down with a powerful sound. The white light and green light rubbed violently, and finally dissipated halfway, revealing the arrow stuck on the ivy.
But just as the arrow passed by, the second black arrow fell instantly, carrying a deep cold air that condensed the clouds in the sky, and hit the ivy barrier fiercely, once again stimulating a strong green color. of light.
The green vines wrapped around Lin Fenghe's body retracted, which showed how much pressure the Dao Palace disciple had to resist the two arrows.
After a while, the black light dissipated, and a thick layer of ice covered the ivy, but it finally blocked the arrow.
But before he even had time to take a breath, the third arrow followed closely.
This arrow is a flying fire meteor of red gold!
Boom——
When an arrow fell, half of the arena was enveloped in flames. In an instant, the spectators who were nearby were overturned by the arrogance. The surrounding etiquette masters immediately formed a formation to block all the air waves and prevent them from spreading.
There was a moment of panic and everyone in the house was shocked.
After the smoke cleared, there was no arena on the other side, let alone the Dao Palace disciples on it. On the left side of the arena, where only a small section was left, there was still a person standing with his back to him, looking indifferent.
(End of this chapter)