In the past three days, the sect leaders of the various sects had been paying attention to the sect leaders of the other sects, hoping to find the weaknesses of others and win the competition for themselves.
Mo Shangqiu, Ye Wushang, and the other two were rather carefree. After finishing their meals, they would stroll around Zixia Manor every day. Their relaxed appearance made many people think that the three of them were only here to watch the competition and not to compete for the spots.
This also made many people less wary of them, and Zisha of the Dark Night Hall had been resting in her room for the past few days. He would strive to enter the top 20 in the tournament and have a chance to go to the Phoenix Feather Kingdom. The medicine that the Hall Master of Dark Night Hall had secretly sent to Zisha was very helpful in recovering from external injuries. By the third day, Zisha's injuries were almost healed.
There were even more people watching the competition today than there were three days ago. The crowd was very interested in which twenty people would be able to follow the martial arts world's Alliance Master to the mysterious Sword Crafting City. The sky was unusually dim and there was no scorching sun high above. The competition officially began with a hint of cold wind.
Three days ago, the disciples of the Huashan Sect had lost so badly that they had no face left. Today, the sect leader of the Huashan Sect was the first to stand on the stage. In order to wash away the shame that Qing Mu had brought to the sect, he had a few strands of white hair on his temples. His fighting spirit was high, and he did not feel that he was weaker than others because of his age.
A dark blue robe wrapped around his body, his resolute face and bottomless eyes. His entire body emitted a powerful aura that suppressed people's breathing.
Suddenly, a pink figure jumped onto the stage. She had neat bangs on her forehead and bright eyes. Her small nose and cherry-like mouth made people want to protect her. She had two braids by her ears that hung down in front of her chest, and her pink dress complemented her makeup. She looked even cuter.
"Carefree Sect's Yu Zhu greets senior.”He cupped his fists with both hands, looking like a martial artist. Although she was naughty, she did not lose her manners. Everyone nodded to show that they were very satisfied with this girl.
Mu Chuxue, who was sitting in the distance, heard that it was the Carefree Sect, and an unknown light flashed across her eyes. These three words seemed to have a deep connection with her. Could it be that her master, Carefree Lanyi, was also a disciple of the Carefree Sect? Mu Chuxue felt a ripple in her heart. If she had the chance, she would definitely investigate it.
"Wu Qingfeng, Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect, please.”The Huashan Sect Master returned the favor and took a step back, waiting for Yu Zhu to make the first move.
Yu Zhu did not act pretentious. He raised his sword and attacked Wu Qingfeng. Wu Qingfeng's serious expression changed and he became more casual. She couldn't do anything about such a cute little girl, so she couldn't bear to be ruthless. The two of them exchanged blows, and the sound of swords clashing rang out.
Wu Qingfeng intentionally showed mercy to Yu Zhu, and the two of them exchanged almost ten moves without any difficulty. The experts knew that Wu Qingfeng was deliberately giving in to Yu Zhu. Some people felt bored and stopped watching the competition.
For example, Mo Shangqiu was currently playing with his fingers, completely unconcerned about the situation on the stage. Ye Wushang saw her bored look and suppressed the laughter in his heart. With a calm expression, he turned his head and asked Mo Shangqiu if she wanted to go out for a walk. Mo Shangqiu shook her head to indicate that there was no need. She then lowered her head and ignored Ye Wushang.
Mu Chuxue, who was beside Mo Shangqiu, was watching the competition on the stage attentively. Her gaze was fixed on the beautiful pink figure on the stage.
Finally, when Wu Qingfeng and Yu Zhu fought for twenty rounds, Yu Zhu was forced to the edge of the arena. Wu Qingfeng's shuriken was aimed at Yu Zhu's neck. Yu Zhu's sword blocked Wu Qingfeng's incoming sword, but he slipped and fell off the stage. Wu Qingfeng quickly grabbed Yu Zhu's hand and brought Yu Zhu back to the ring safely.
When Yu Zhu steadied himself, he patted his chest to calm himself down. "Thank you for your mercy, Sect Leader Wu.”
"Wu Qingfeng, the sect master of the Huashan Sect, wins this round.”The judge retreated to the side after making the announcement, leaving Wu Qingfeng alone on the stage.
Then, the disciples of the other sects jumped onto the arena and began to watch Wu Qingfeng and Yu Zhu exchange blows. The nobody thought that Wu Qingfeng's strength was only so, so he went up the stage to compete arrogantly. In the end, Wu Qingfeng knocked out two of his front teeth and rolled off the stage. Everyone could no longer hold back their laughter. The man who had lost his front teeth immediately wanted to find a hole to hide in.
It was not until Wu Qingfeng defeated ten abbots of Shaolin Temple that he flew onto the stage to confront Wu Qingfeng. His red kasaya was particularly eye-catching, his flowery beard and wrinkled skin. He looked like he was in his sixties or seventies. However, her eyes seemed to be able to help people wash away the impurities in the mortal world. They were exceptionally bright.
" Amitabha. Almsgiver Wu, please..." The abbot of Shaolin Temple placed one hand in front of his chest. It was the standard movement of a Shaolin Temple monk. Mo Shangqiu was speechless.
"Abbot Xuanming, please." Wu Qingfeng also bowed. As soon as he finished speaking, the abbot's body also moved.
The rings on Abbot Xuanming's staff rang out, and the long staff moved freely in Abbot Xuanming's hands. Every time the monk staff swept out, a gust of air was stirred up. Wu Qingfeng's long sword could not withstand the abbot's moves at all.
Wu Qingfeng was at a disadvantage against Abbot Xuan Ming. He could only switch from offense to defense with every move. Abbot Xuan Ming suppressed Wu Qingfeng with every move. In less than ten moves, beads of sweat appeared on Wu Qingfeng's forehead. Wu Qingfeng's sweat fell into the air as he stabbed his sword toward Abbot Xuan Ming, who was still dozens of centimeters away from him.
Abbot Xuan Ming's staff broke Wu Qingfeng's sword and landed on his chest. Wu Qingfeng's longsword was knocked to the ground by Abbot Xuanming's staff. How could he block Abbot Xuanming's fatal attack with his bare hands?
Wu Qingfeng was knocked off the stage. He fell below the stage and spat out a mouthful of blood before staggering to his feet. The Huashan Sect disciple quickly went forward to help Wu Qingfeng up and sit back on the chair.
" Amitabha…" Abbot Xuan Ming's voice rang out on the stage again. It was the voice of the eternal Amitabha Buddha.
Just as Abbot Xuanming defeated eleven people, Mo Shangqiu finally couldn't hold it in any longer and went on stage. Mo Shangqiu flew through the air and spun before landing on the stage. Her clothes fluttered like a fairy who came with the wind. Her beautiful starry eyes looked at the abbot Xuan Ming in front of her. The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile.
" Mo Shangqiu, Abbot, please…" Mo Shangqiu did not know which sect he belonged to, so he only reported his name.
Abbot Xuanming was neither angry nor warm towards Mo Shangqiu's arrival. He still had that unfathomable look. Mo Shangqiu took out his purple flute and prepared himself, awaiting Abbot Xuanming's arrival at any time.
Whoosh. The abbot Xuanming flew towards Mo Shangqiu like a gust of wind. The sound of rings clashing rang out in the air. When the Abbot Xuanming's staff was a few centimeters away from her, Mo Shangqiu appeared behind him in a flash.
Her speed was so fast that no one could catch the changes under her feet. Mo Shangqiu raised her eyes and her gentle expression changed. Mu Chuxue looked at Mo Shangqiu from afar, revealing a pair of bewitching eyes. At this moment, Mo Shangqiu looked exactly the same as Mo Shangqiu when he was surrounded by the purple light. The demonic charm was terrifying, and Mu Chuxue trembled slightly with fear.
Although Abbot Xuanming was surprised by Mo Shangqiu's speed, he did not panic. Abbot Xuanming's toes tapped on the ground and he flipped over to face Mo Shangqiu. The monk staff that was coming straight at Mo Shangqiu's face was attacked.
Mo Shangqiu slipped and fell backward. The purple flute in his hand struck Abbot Xuanming's arm. Abbot Xuanming immediately felt as if he was on fire, and he almost lost his grip on his staff. Just as Mo Shangqiu was about to come into intimate contact with the ground, a fair hand supported herself with one hand to stabilize her sliding body. Mo Shangqiu somersaulted in the air and landed safely.
Everyone below the stage broke out in a cold sweat for Mo Shangqiu. It was really a false alarm just now. In the distance, Ye Wushang's slightly furrowed brows also smoothed out. He had also been frightened quite badly just now.
Abbot Xuanming's arm was still aching when he saw that Mo Shangqiu had not been injured and had instead been beaten up by him. His gaze was fixed on the purple flute in Mo Shangqiu's hand. That bamboo flute was actually so powerful.
Mo Shangqiu saw Abbot Xuanming staring at the purple flute in her hand and a smug smile appeared on her face. Although the purple flute had the ability to regenerate, it was a sharp weapon when infused with internal strength.
Mo Shangqiu's smug smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, dazzling Abbot Xuanming's old eyes. Abbot Xuanming changed his strategy in one go and attacked Mo Shangqiu's lower body. The monk staff was as fast as lightning and kept attacking Mo Shangqiu's calf. Mo Shangqiu raised his leg to dodge Abbot Xuanming's staff. Just as he dodged the staff, the staff struck again before he could stand firm.
Mo Shangqiu could only continuously dodge Abbot Xuanming's Buddhist staff. Mo Shangqiu cursed in his heart and no longer chose to dodge. He raised his leg and kicked the approaching staff. The force was so great that Abbot Xuan Ming took a few steps back before he could stabilize his feet.
Only then did Mo Shangqiu get a moment's rest. She took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing.
" Bang…" Abbot Xuan Ming's staff stood on the stage with a loud bang. He stared at Mo Shangqiu with a face full of anger. At this moment, Abbot Xuanming did not look merciful at all. He could not wait to kill Mo Shangqiu.
Mo Shangqiu looked at Abbot Xuanming's flustered state and her angry expression was deeply moved. Finally, he couldn't pretend anymore. This was Abbot Xuanming's true nature. Pretending, these hypocritical gentlemen. If he didn't force himself, how could he see his original appearance?
Mo Shangqiu changed his strategy of defense and went on the offensive. The purple flute in his hand flew towards Abbot Xuanming, just like the flexible sword in Mo Shangqiu's hand the day he was assassinated. The purple flute flew straight towards Abbot Xuanming. The monk staff in Abbot Xuanming's hand blocked the purple flute's attack.
However, the purple flute that had just been opened flew back as if it had a soul. In a short moment, it entangled with Abbot Xuanming's staff again. Abbot Xuanming exchanged more than ten moves with the purple flute before it flew back into Mo Shangqiu's hand.
Mo Shangqiu took a deep breath and rushed towards Abbot Xuanming with the purple flute in his hand, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. Abbot Xuanming received another vicious move from Mo Shangqiu. Abbot Xuanming saw the purple flute attack his injured arm again. The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. Did Mo Shangqiu really think he was a fool? He would fall into a trap again.
The Buddhist staff in his hand was like a whirlwind as he swung Mo Shangqiu's purple flute away, but unexpectedly, the purple flute suddenly changed its direction and headed straight for his chest. The staff in his hand could no longer be retrieved. The purple flute accurately hit Abbot Xuan Ming's chest. The familiar burning sensation hit him again. Abbot Xuan Ming let go of the monk staff in pain.
Due to the strength of his swing, the monk staff flew behind Mo Shangqiu uncontrollably. He fell straight onto the stage, and the sunken ground around the monk staff could be vaguely seen. If this force hit a person, it would be a narrow escape.
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