"What's going on? Why is it a woman again? I was almost tricked by a woman last time."
Fu Xi was unhappy. He was already unhappy when he faced the purple-clothed woman last time. Why was it that Canyang had to face a female martialist this time? Didn't they say that only men could sign up for the joust for a spouse event?
"Brat, can't you tell? That's someone from the organizers."
The Flame Emperor slapped Fu Xi on the head and scolded him harshly. Whether they were disguised as independent martialists or relatives of the Yellow Emperor, they were all arranged by the Yellow Emperor. To put it nicely, it was to help Huang Ying test the strength of her future son-in-law. Actually, they wanted to use this opportunity to spar with the other disciples of the more experienced Immortal Emperors and find out more about them.
Uh... At this point, Fu Xi could only shut up.
Other people could not arrange for female disciples to sign up, but the Yellow Emperor was the organizer. Even the order of the matches was manipulated by him. This time, they had arranged for a female martialist to fight with Canyang. Firstly, there were not many Cultivation Immortals left, so it was not easy to match up with someone else. Secondly, it was to test his strength.
The female martialist was already in the arena, staring at Canyang as if she wanted to fight 300 rounds with him. But Canyang did not go up. No one knew what he meant.
"Don't be in a difficult position. Do as you wish."
The Lotus Emperor could tell that Canyang was in a difficult position. He did not want to continue fighting, especially not with the female martialist sent by the organizers. This female martialist was clearly not as strong as the Sky Emperor and Emperor Le's people. There was not much meaning in beating her. But once he beat her, he would automatically enter the next round.
"I forfeit!"
In the end, Canyang did not go up, choosing to forfeit.
"Why, Brother Yang? Why don't you go up? Are you afraid of losing?"
Fu Xi could not change his foul mouth. He started nagging at Canyang again.
"Don't ask. You're so nosy."
Du Feng went to the market and stopped him, not allowing him to ask questions here and there. In fact, Du Feng could understand Canyang's approach. Even if Canyang won this round, there was a high chance that he would meet his senior brother in the next round. Moreover, it would be a senior brother at the pinnacle of the Ninth Level High Immortal Realm. If they admitted defeat at that time, it would seem like the Azure Thearch had arranged for the disciples to cheat. Thus, they might as well give up now.
When the Yellow Emperor heard Canyang forfeit, he couldn't help but frown. He was clearly dissatisfied because Canyang didn't go according to his plan. Since the contestant had already forfeited, it meant that he had lost the match and had to be eliminated. No matter how scheming the Yellow Emperor was, there was no way he could bring him back.
"Next match, contestant number 666 versus contestant number 72."
Hearing this number, Du Feng had a bad feeling. Because last time, Fu Xi's Senior Brother was fighting against Number 71. And number 71 was the so-called nephew of Emperor Le. That nephew was willing to mutilate himself to take the disciple of the Flame Emperor down with him.
As expected, this time, Number 72 was from Emperor Le's camp and claimed to be her nephew.
"Be careful!"
"You have to be careful!"
Fu Xi and Canyang were both worried for Du Feng. Because last time, Fu Xi's Senior Brother, who had such a high level of Cultivation and strength, had been tricked by Number 71. This time, Du Feng's opponent was probably about the same as Number 71.
"It's alright. I'll go up first."
Du Feng already understood. In the previous round, the Yellow Emperor had arranged for him to go against the disciple of the Sky Thearch. In this round, he had to go against the disciple of Emperor Le. This was a trap for him. He was already at odds with the Sky Thearch and Emperor Le. Now that he had killed and injured their disciples, the conflict had deepened.
But at this time, Du Feng couldn't back down. He needed a whetstone to hone himself. If he were to go against the disciple of the Green Emperor or the Flame Emperor, he would be restrained and wouldn't know if he should go all out. But against Emperor Le's nephew, he had to go all out.
Because this so-called nephew would definitely fight him to the death, even at the cost of taking him down with him.
"My great nephew, you have to perform well. Kekeke...."
After saying this, Emperor Le laughed coquettishly, making all the male martial artists present feel dizzy. If Emperor Le were to say, "Go and see Du Feng for me." Probably more than half of the male martial artists present would rush towards Du Feng.
Of course, if Du Feng wasn't at the Immortal Lord Realm but the Immortal Emperor Realm, then this number would be reduced by 99%. After all, these male martial artists were infatuated with Emperor Le, but they wanted his life even more.
"Begin!"
How much did the Yellow Emperor want to see Du Feng fight to the death? That was why he dared to land on the stage. Before he could even stand firm, he had already announced the start of the match. Just as he said this, Number 72 had already rushed over.
Dream on! Back off!
Du Feng had already figured out that Number 72 wanted to have a close combat with him. If he was lucky, he would self-destruct or something. Therefore, before the other party could get close, he immediately slapped the gourd at his waist. The 100 Blood Splitting Flying Swords all flew out in response.
After the second forging by Fu Yan and the period of immersion, the Blood Splitting Flying Swords were no longer at the same level as before. The scale of 100 flying swords was still quite decent.
"Wow, they can actually do this. What are those things?"
Usually, many martial artists, especially sword cultivators, liked to use flying swords. However, most people only used one or two or three. Those who could control seven flying swords at the same time to create the Seven Stars Sword Formation were already considered experts in using swords. Du Feng had actually created 100 flying swords, and each flying in a different manner.
"Fool, he's using the Thousand Swords Gourd."
Another audience member was more knowledgeable and knew that Du Feng had the famous Thousand Swords Gourd at his waist. Although it was still far from the standard of 10,000 swords, 100 was still quite impressive. Previously, Du Feng had only used 13 Blood Splitting Flying Swords. Coupled with the effects of his illusions, he had already put the Heavenly Emperor's disciple at a disadvantage.
"The Thousand Swords Gourd is good stuff. Do you want to snatch it?"
When that martial artist heard that it was the Thousand Swords Gourd, he was instantly tempted. If he could control 100 flying swords at the same time, how amazing would that be?
"You really are an idiot. Do you think you can beat him? Even those Immortal Emperors don't snatch it. What right do you have to snatch it? Don't you see who is beside Du Feng? "
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