Lu Tinghou's defeat surprised the Kunlun Sect disciples below the stage, but the truth was right in front of their eyes. None of them had anything to say. However, Lu Tinghou's defeat was unimaginable. He was about to raise the victory flag high, but he was suddenly defeated in a flash of white light. It was truly unacceptable.
At this moment, Winnie was in high spirits. When she heard the Shaolin elder say those three words, she rushed out of the arena and ran to Yang Yang's side. She hugged him and said with a smile,"Brother Yang, I know you are the best!”
Yang Yang's body trembled when he was hugged by him. He seemed to have remembered what was on his chest. His gaze softened and his eyes returned to their usual expression. There seemed to be some tenderness in them as his face blushed slightly.
She felt her chest was soft, as if it was pressed by two balls of cotton. It was extremely comfortable.
The pair of eyes that were filled with hostility turned black!
"Why are you hugging me so tightly?" Winnie glared at him.”
Yang Yang was shocked and let go of Winnie's hand. He said in embarrassment,""I won. I'm happy! That's why I didn't notice!"
Yang Yang scratched his head as he watched the Shaolin elder carrying the unconscious Lu Tinghou and moving quickly. The Kunlun Sect disciples glared at him hatefully.
After the competition ended, the crowd dispersed. Yang Yang recalled the experience of the competition just now, and the scenes clearly surfaced in his mind. He lowered his head and looked at the White Dragon Flute in his hand. This seemingly ordinary flute was quietly in his hand, but in Yang Yang's eyes, this flute had become his companion, accompanying him to welcome the storms of the future.
Yang Yang was in a daze. Winnie knocked his forehead and said,""Brother Yang, what are you thinking about?"
Yang Yang shook his head and sighed. He let go of Winnie's hand and said to her,""Nini, let's go!"
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The next morning, in the Hall of Great Strength, Master Liaokong, the head of Shaolin Temple, looked at the fifty winners standing below and nodded slightly. Then, he said in a clear voice,"This time, all the young heroes have outstanding martial arts skills. However, the date of the competition is limited. After our seven sect leaders have discussed, we have decided that the first 50 winners will be ranked in the top 10 today, and the top three the day after tomorrow.”
After listening to the speech of the Shaolin Sect Master, everyone discussed animatedly and walked out of the hall to the arena.
"Brother Yang, you have to be careful!" Winnie couldn't help but say to Yang Yang.”
Yang Yang felt a warmth in his heart.
Yang Yang had the same experience as last time and easily defeated his opponent.
Winnie pulled Yang Yang away mysteriously. "Winnie, I just finished the competition. Please let me catch my breath!" Yang Yang said in confusion.”"You'll know when you come with me!" Winnie giggled.”As she spoke, she pulled Yang Yang to the front of the arena. Yang Yang was also curious about Winnie's expression, so he followed her.
Winnie brought Yang Yang to one of the 21 rings, and Yang Yang was pulled over by her. As soon as he arrived at the arena, he looked around and saw that there were disciples from all sects. There was a sea of people, and the audience seats were packed. It seemed that there were at least three to four hundred people, especially the younger generation of male disciples.
When the two of them approached, they could only hear the voices of the disciples of the various sects discussing.
"The Emei Sect has many beautiful women, and Duanmu Aoxue is known as the best of the best!”
"You f * cking talk too much. I saw her at the Great Buddha's Hall that day, and she was so beautiful…Aiya! Who hit my head? Master!"
" Little bastard," the Starry Sky Master said angrily," you're a cultivator. You should be calm. Why are you so greedy for beauty?" If you were to go on stage, you would only be looking at that face and would definitely lose!”
The person who spoke was none other than Lin Feng, a disciple of the Wudang Sect. When he saw that it was his own master, he mumbled,"Yes, sir! I will follow your teachings."
"Women are really femme fatale." Venerable Xingkong sighed.
"Ahem, Master, you're smart and wise, but your voice is too loud.”
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Xingkong Zhenren's voice rose a little.
Lin Feng smiled and spoke in a low voice,""Emei's Jinghui Nun is right behind us.”
Venerable Xingkong was speechless…
Yang Yang and Wei Ni walked around. Since they couldn't sit in the audience seats, they kept walking around the periphery of the arena. The inside had long been surrounded by the disciples of various sects. They couldn't even put a foot in. Yang Yang was curious. It seemed that the person who was competing was not simple. So many young disciples had been attracted.
Winnie said anxiously,""It's all your fault. You're so slow. There's no good spot now.”
Yang Yang was speechless. Before he could say anything, Winnie's eyes suddenly lit up and she suddenly moved forward. The disciples of the various sects were all looking at the arena with drooling expressions. They didn't pay attention to the two of them. They heard one of the tall men say,"Haha, luckily I came early."
Winnie's move stunned Yang Yang. Before Yang Yang could say anything, Winnie pulled Yang Yang into the inner circle. Sure enough, the view was good here. There were seven people standing closest to the ring. They were the Shaolin Temple's Lingkong Sect Leader, the Emei Temple's Jinghui Nun, the Five Lakes Sect's Immortal Ren Hu, and the other seven sect leaders, as well as several Shaolin Temple elders. The most eye-catching thing was that a group of beautiful disciples of the Emei Sect were standing on the platform of the Emei Sect's Nun Jinghui. Luan Xiaoqi, who had watched Zhang Xiaofan's competition last time, was also among them. Master Li Shuiyue was looking at the beautiful woman in blue and with a white sword on the platform. She was still as cold as ice, like a thousand-year-old ice crystal, but she had attracted countless gazes.
"See? It's her." Winnie poked Yang Yang with her elbow, asking him to look at the woman in blue. Yang Yang looked at the arena. It was the beauty he had been staring at in the Hall of Great Strength. "I heard from others that she might win first place this year!" Winnie whispered.!!”
"I also heard that this Duanmu Aoxue has not been a disciple of the Emei Sect for long, but she is talented and intelligent. Her cultivation is quite high, but everyone says that she is definitely the most beautiful!”Winnie muttered.
Yang Yang didn't say a word as he stared at Duanmu Aoxue.
"Brother Yang, you're really useless. Look at your drool, you're like a hungry wolf!”Winnie said with a frown.
Yang Yang came to a realization and hurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth."Is there? Winnie, you must be mistaken. Oh right, look at the people around us!”
Winnie looked around and saw that most of the young disciples were looking at the beauties of the Emei Sect, especially Duanmu Aoxue, who was dressed in blue and had a white sword. However, it seemed that those Emei female disciples were used to this. They were all calm. Duanmu Aoxue was even more expressionless and as cold as ice. It was as if she turned a blind eye to the gazes of the young men behind her.
" Dang…dang…dang…" A bell rang. At this moment, the noisy scene quieted down. Under everyone's gaze, Duanmu Aoxue tidied up his clothes. Duanmu Aoxue took a step forward and bowed to the man opposite him."Senior Brother, I am Duanmu Aoxue, a disciple of the Emei Sect.”
A gentle breeze blew, and the blue silk robes fluttered like autumn leaves. Duanmu Aoxue's fluttering clothes had snow-white skin that was unstained from the mud. She was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, causing people to feel pity and respect for her.
A moment later, the applause from the audience was thunderous. Yang Yang was caught off guard and his ears immediately buzzed. He was shocked. He didn't expect Duanmu Aoxue to be so popular. But then again, even he himself looked at the beautiful figure and was fascinated. He couldn't help but find it hard to imagine that there was such a beautiful person in the world.
After a while, the man opposite him was a young disciple with a square face and thick eyebrows. He looked very excited and said to Duanmu Aoxue with a trembling voice,"Junior Sister, you…Hello, I am Zhao Zhiwei, a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. I am very…very honored to compete with you.”
The audience booed.
Yang Yang stood below the stage and looked at the fairy-like Duanmu Aoxue. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart. He looked at Duanmu Aoxue in a daze. Duanmu Aoxue's figure seemed to be the same as the woman he knew before. It turned into two figures and then the two figures overlapped.
At this moment, Zhao Zhiwei was still talking non-stop to Duanmu Aoxue on the stage. If he could continue talking like this, he wouldn't even have to compete. However, before he could say anything else, countless members of the men's gang, who were formed by the opponents below the arena and in the audience, shouted angrily,"Pervert! Still not starting? She was chattering like a f * cking woman!!!”
The Sect Leader of Emei Sect, Nun Jinghui, gave Duanmu Aoxue a look. Duanmu Aoxue's face turned cold and said to Zhao Zhiwei of Kunlun Sect,""Senior Brother Zhao, please guide me!"
Zhao Zhiwei didn't dare to laugh anymore. He quickly put away his smile and straightened his mind. He pointed at his back with his right hand, and a silver-white sword flew out of thin air and landed on his head. He said proudly,"Immortal Sword-Light Shadow.
He looked at Duanmu Aoxue again. She was still expressionless. She looked at the other party in front of her. She did not draw her sword, as if she had no intention of attacking. On her back was a white immortal sword. The immortal sword was not unsheathed, so it did not look simple.
Suddenly, Winnie pulled his arm and said happily,""Brother Yang, look, it's starting.”
Yang Yang raised his head and looked at the stage. He saw that Zhao Zhiwei had already picked up his sword. The yellow light on the stage was dazzling, but Yang Yang's intuition told him that compared to him, there was still a gap in his cultivation.
At this moment, the area around the stage was already shining brightly. Everyone who was so close to the stage felt that it was difficult to open their eyes. However, Duanmu Aoxue was indifferent to this and only looked at Fang Yuan coldly.
Zhao Zhiwei's sword danced in the air. From the corner of his eyes, he could see hundreds of gazes looking at him. However, Duanmu Aoxue's cold gaze seemed to be sharper than the light on his own sword. It made his heart numb and he almost felt helpless.
Zhao Zhiwei was a little impatient. He immediately held the sword in his right hand and shot the silver-white immortal sword at Duanmu Aoxue. He shouted,"Junior Sister, I'm going to make a move. Please draw your sword!”
Duanmu Aoxue said coldly,"Do it!"”
The crowd below the stage burst into laughter. Looking at Fang Zhengzhi's expression, the Kongtong Sect's Sect Master Zhai Xing Zi, who was sitting below the stage, had an ugly expression on his face and snorted heavily.
Zhao Zhiwei's silver white sword was already flying towards Duanmu Aoxue. Duanmu Aoxue's cold face didn't show any panic. She stepped on the stage and quickly retreated. However, Zhao Zhiwei's sword wasn't slow either. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with Duanmu Aoxue. The audience screamed.
In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Aoxue flipped her hand and pulled out the sword behind her. " This sword-Flying Snow." Duanmu Aoxue had just finished speaking when a wave of ice and snow flew towards Zhao Zhiwei.
"Clang!"
The crisp echo echoed far away in the square. It was very pleasant to the ear.
Zhao Zhiwei's silver-white immortal sword seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and bounced back. The faces of the Kongtong Sect's sect master, who was standing on the stage and below, changed drastically. Duanmu Aoxue didn't hesitate at all. After a slight blush appeared on her face, she threw the white sword out. At the same time, she stretched out her right hand and chanted something. The white sword shone brightly in the air, covering the entire arena. It was obviously not an ordinary sword.
"It's an attack that can move objects. This sword is a top-grade weapon!" Winnie exclaimed.”
Zhao Zhiwei didn't dare to be negligent. He was shocked when he saw the white light covering the sky and covering the earth. At the same time, he was even more furious at Duanmu Aoxue for looking down on him.
Duanmu Aoxue's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, giving off a feeling of peerless grace that could move one's soul. She seemed to be chanting an incantation in a low voice, and there was no expression on her cold face. As she watched, everyone saw the immortal sword flying in the air, emitting a white light. It was like a ferocious beast roaring. The immortal sword seemed to have broken through the sky, and a wild dragon came out of the abyss. In a moment, all the yellow light was forced to dissipate and disappeared without a trace.
In the midst of ten thousand white lights, the immortal sword was like snow that flew over and rushed towards the other party with a fierce momentum.
Zhao Zhiwei's face was solemn, and sweat flowed down his forehead. He was obviously shocked by the power of Duanmu Aoxue's white immortal sword. In an instant, the immortal sword had already rushed in front of Zhao Zhiwei.
"Crack!"
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the hundreds of disciples from various sects, the white immortal sword charged towards Zhao Zhiwei as if it was nothing.
Zhao Zhiwei was shocked. With his strength, it was not that he could not move objects, but he had just reached it, so it was still not as nimble as his hands. Unexpectedly, Duanmu Aoxue's Dao was so profound and she was so skilled at controlling objects. The white immortal sword was also unexpectedly powerful and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
At this moment of life and death, Zhao Zhiwei barely managed to calm his mind. The silver-white immortal sword glowed and guarded in front of him. It cast a yellow halo and transformed into a yellow shield. A moment later, Duanmu Aoxue's white immortal sword collided with the yellow shield.
"Boom!"
The loud noise was like a violent thunder in the sky. The huge and invisible shock wave spread out quickly with the two immortal swords as the center. All the disciples standing below the stage suddenly felt a strong wind blowing against their faces, and their bodies involuntarily took a step back.
Everyone's expression changed. They were shocked by the power of this Daoist magic treasure that they had never seen before.
After that moment of exclamation, everyone's gaze returned to the arena. Duanmu Aoxue had already landed on the stage. The immortal sword flew back into its sheath. The white and yellow light gradually dissipated, but everyone saw that his face was ashen.
Zhao Zhiwei slowly raised his head and pointed at Duanmu Aoxue. His voice became very hoarse as he hissed,"You…"
Everyone was bewildered. They didn't know what had happened, but something suddenly happened. The yellow immortal sword that had been stopped in front of Fang suddenly cracked under countless gazes. Then, it expanded rapidly. A moment later, the immortal sword let out a painful cry and broke into two pieces, falling onto the stage.
There was silence on and off the stage. Everyone held their breaths.
Zhao Zhiwei spat out a mouthful of blood. He held his chest with a painful expression. He could no longer hold on and fainted on the ground.
The Kongtong Sect's Sect Master jumped onto the arena and looked at Duanmu Aoxue with a fierce gaze. He picked up Zhao Zhiwei and flew away.
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