"Oh …" Meng Fuyao covered her eyes with her hands and replied lazily. She paused for a moment before asking, "What's … going on …?"
"It's that Buddha …" Yun Hen turned and saw that she had fallen into a half-asleep state. He thought about how she had been captured, fought against the Smoky Killer, and gotten injured. How could she still have the energy to listen to gossip? He smiled, covered her with a blanket, and blew out the light.
The room fell into a dark silence. Yun Hen did not leave immediately. He stood in the room, silent. Moonlight entered through the window and spread out like water, illuminating his eyes as he looked down at her. They were clear, bright, and sparkling, as cold as jade and as deep as water.
'Fuyao, the wind that belongs to you will eventually rise. Perhaps I can only cling to your fluttering tail, but I'm still glad that I'm not too far behind you.'
'One day, I'll soar into the sky and walk side by side with you.'
= =
Meng Fuyao had recuperated for two days, during which she had been ravaged by the Mongolian physician. Zong Yue thought that she was a rebellious person. He had warned Yan Jingchen to be careful, but he still fell for it. Now that he was fighting with an injury, he deserved it. He mocked and ridiculed her while treating her injuries day and night, causing her to wail. "I want to fight, so you should at least let me rest, right?" Zong Yue replied coldly, ignoring her. "Have you seen anyone who can heal internal injuries in two days? Now, I can only help you suppress your injuries. You have to pray that you don't meet an opponent with pure Yin internal energy. Otherwise, if your injuries worsen, don't even think about passing the third round! "
His face was as white as snow as he spoke, unmoved. He had been like this ever since he found Meng Fuyao. Recently, she had to be careful even when Lord Ingot farted, afraid that he would throw it into the toilet for polluting the air. Meng Fuyao did not dare to talk back. She secretly hated that Xuanyuan Yun and Zong Yue did not get along. When she met him later, she would give him a good beating.
Three days later, the third round of the competition began as scheduled. Early in the morning, the stage was already packed with people. The people of the Five Continents loved martial arts, and martial artists were respected. It was only natural for people to flock to such a grand event. When Meng Fuyao arrived, she could barely squeeze her way in. She sighed repeatedly, "Why didn't this stupid bird take the opportunity to sell tickets?"
According to the rules, they would each draw lots. There would be red and black lots, and they would fight against each other according to the same number. The competition would be presided over by Zhan Bei Heng. Before the lots were drawn, Zhan Bei Heng announced the changes to the rules of the last round. The ten people who were decided in the third round would first draw lots to fight against each other, and the losers would fall into the bottom five. The competition for the top five would be carried out in a challenge system. Whoever believed that he would definitely get the first place could go up and write a letter of challenge. Whoever stayed on the arena the longest would be the champion of Zhen Wu.
Once the rules were announced, the audience burst into an uproar. Wasn't this the same as taking turns to fight? Wouldn't the first person to go up have to face four rounds of attacks from experts? Wouldn't that be a loss? This competition system was too unfair. Zhan Bei Heng, facing the crowd's turbulent emotions, smiled and raised his hand to calm them down. He said, "Everyone feels that this competition system is unfair, but isn't the drawing of lots even more unfair? The top ten experts have their own strengths. If the sixth place draws the first place, he will definitely lose. But if he meets the fifth place, who knows who will win? This is related to the ranking of the top five in Zhen Wu. The difference of one place is like heaven and earth. Since martial arts are respected, the True Martial Arts Assembly will definitely select the strongest experts. Luck will not matter, strength will speak! "
He smiled at Guo Pingrong, Gu Lingfeng, Xuanyuan Yun, Ya Lanzhu, Yun Hen, Yan Jingchen, and the others. He asked, "What do you think?"
Guo Pingrong was expressionless as he wiped his sword. This was the first time Meng Fuyao had seen him face to face since the battle at the General's Mansion. She felt that General Guo's martial arts had not deteriorated, but his spirit seemed to have dissipated long ago. His expression was dull, and his eyes were dull. He only knew how to wipe his sword. She did not know what Zhangsun Wuji had done to him to turn him into such a state. She could not help but smile. It was probably the method he had used to deal with Qi Xunyi's subordinates in the Taiyuan Forest. It matched Zhangsun Wuji's character — refined, elegant, and vicious without batting an eyelid.
Gu Lingfeng was the home representative, so he naturally would not show weakness. He laughed heartily. "Just like what Your Highness said, strength will speak!"
Young Master Xuanyuan Yun of Xuanyuan Kingdom was not only shockingly young, but also had a rare elegance about him. His appearance was especially beautiful, and he seemed to be looking for someone since he arrived at the arena. His eyes wandered around a few times before a layer of disappointment appeared. Now that Prince Heng had asked, he blushed before he could open his mouth and said in a soft voice, "At Your Highness' command."
Ya Lanzhu played with her braid and said indifferently, "I'm just here to play. It's more fun when there are more people fighting."
Yun Hen nodded silently. Yan Jingchen smiled and cupped his hands, replying gently, "Your Highness is wise."
Meng Fuyao's gaze swept over his face. He did not look too good, and the ash under his eyes had deepened. However, when the two forces collided that day, he was only grazed by the side. His injuries should not have been as serious as hers, so why did he look like he was half dead? Meng Fuyao viciously thought that he must have overindulged in debauchery.
Since a few of the strongest contenders had no objections, the others naturally had nothing to say. Zhan Beiheng nodded and waved his hand, and a servant brought over the lot box.
Meng Fuyao stared at Gu Lingfeng, wishing that she could whip him and take the opportunity to kill him. The rules stated that no one should be killed unless absolutely necessary, but she would definitely be gentler and send him to his grandmother's house.
The lot box was moved over. It was a very big box, and in order to show fairness, there were two grooves on both sides. Everyone reached in to touch at the same time. Meng Fuyao stared at the two grooves and thought, 'What is the meaning of Heaven's Wrath? Why is there a need to play fair here?' Since they were all touching with their eyes closed, what difference did it make?
Also, why did they need such a big and long box? There were 20 lots scattered in such a big place, and they still had to touch for a while … to buy time? What were they trying to do?
She was puzzled, so she kept an eye out and walked over slowly. Her eyes swept over everyone's hands. If there was something fishy, it must be on their hands. Only when they reached into the box and no one saw them would it be easy to play tricks.
Then she saw Gu Lingfeng's hand.
The five fingers on his hand were flat and short, and the nails were slightly red. It was obvious that he had practiced some kind of poisonous palm. More importantly, there was a black ring on his middle finger.
The ring looked like an ordinary obsidian stone with a huge inlay. Other than that, there was nothing unusual about it. But Meng Fuyao believed that if the ring was touched, something bad would come out of it.
It seemed that Gu Lingfeng and Zhan Beiheng had a tacit understanding, and they were determined to win the first position of Zhen Wu.
Gu Lingfeng stood diagonally opposite her, with Xuanyuan Yun on his left and Guo Pingrong on his right. He was facing Yun Hen.
Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand and pulled Yun Hen's sleeve, signaling him to pay attention to Gu Lingfeng's hand. Yun Hen's eyes flashed, and he nodded very, very slowly.
All 20 of them had their hands in.
After Meng Fuyao's hand entered, she first flicked her sleeve. There was a certain lord in her sleeve. She had refused to bring it with her to the competition, but he had insisted on coming along to watch the show. He had been rolling around, making a scene, pretending to be dead, and hanging himself. She had no choice but to bring it with her. She had originally planned to throw it to Tie Cheng after drawing lots, but now it was just the right time.
Lord Ingot silently entered the lot box, hugged a fruit, and slowly nibbled on it in the dark. His eyes were fixed on Gu Lingfeng's hand. Then, holding Meng Fuyao's finger, he slowly leaned in that direction.
Gu Lingfeng's hand was moving towards Xuanyuan Yun on his left. The Moon disciple was a strong opponent, and he had the best performance in the first round.
Lord Ingot immediately grabbed Meng Fuyao's little finger and swung it to the left. Meng Fuyao looked up at Xuanyuan Yun hesitantly. Suddenly, she remembered the tears she had seen three days ago, and her heart softened.
She held her hand and slowly leaned over.
In the dark, all 20 pairs of hands, except for three who had other thoughts, were touching the lots.
Meng Fuyao's hand suddenly stretched out like lightning.
With a flick of her finger, a gust of wind shot out like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Xuanyuan Yun's meridian!
As the gust of wind approached, Gu Lingfeng felt that something was wrong. He subconsciously withdrew his hand and slapped it horizontally. However, Meng Fuyao's hand was already waiting for him to retreat. Her five fingers were as hard as steel, and her knuckles were like claws. In an instant, she grabbed and pinched. Gu Lingfeng flicked his fingers continuously, and Meng Fuyao grabbed a lot and pulled it out. Gu Lingfeng retreated again, his fingertips jabbing at Meng Fuyao's palm. Meng Fuyao suddenly clenched her palm into a fist, and her fist was like a phoenix's eye, ruthlessly striking!
In a flash, they exchanged three moves in the dark box!
With a slight 'crack', the phoenix's eye fist struck Gu Lingfeng's wrist meridian. Gu Lingfeng never thought that someone could be so accurate in identifying acupoints with a black box. His five fingers softened, and Meng Fuyao flipped her hand, and Gu Lingfeng's wrist meridian was already in her palm.
Gu Lingfeng was shocked, and his other hand hurriedly tried to save him. However, Yun Hen's hand, which had been waiting for him all along, had already arrived. As fast as the wind, it clamped down on his wrist meridian.
With both hands restrained at the same time, Gu Lingfeng's face turned ashen. He raised his head to look to his side, trying to find out who had made the move. Unintentionally, he met Meng Fuyao's gaze.
It was a gaze filled with laughter, ridicule, and coldness. Strangely, it was a gaze that was as hot as fire and as cold as ice.
Meeting such a gaze, Gu Lingfeng was startled. Immediately, he felt as if his entire body had been submerged in deep water. In a trance, he recalled a certain rainy night in the mountains. When he shot out his sword, a hazy shadow on the opposite mountain peak turned back through the curtain of rain. It seemed that the shadow had also shot out a gaze as hard as steel.
Suddenly, he knew who she was.
But it was too late.
Meng Fuyao laughed silently. She twisted the fingers that were pinching his hand, then twisted them, and then twisted them fiercely!
"Ah!"
Gu Lingfeng let out a heart-wrenching scream. His scream was so shrill that it broke through the arena under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Everyone on and below the arena jumped in shock.
Meng Fuyao smiled calmly and let go of her hand. In that instant, she had already destroyed the meridians in Gu Lingfeng's entire arm. She even brought her strength up and into his heart meridian. Not only would he be unable to poison others with his poisonous palm, but he would also lose 80% of his life.
Gu Lingfeng's scream continued. Yun Hen did the same thing and destroyed his other arm. Then, Lord Ingot ran up in joy and ruthlessly bit each of his hands.
After he was done, he spat out the blood and quickly returned to Meng Fuyao's sleeve.
Meng Fuyao smiled as she casually grabbed a slip of paper and pulled out her hand.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone only saw the twenty people reaching into the groove of the long box. Everyone seemed to be concentrating on drawing the lots. Then, Gu Lingfeng screamed. Then, he pulled out the box with his trembling, bloody hands.
Zhan Beiheng stood up abruptly and shouted, "What happened?"
The other nineteen people took their lots and retreated with innocent faces. The referee of the tournament quickly came up to check Gu Lingfeng's hand and was shocked to find that it was actually a bite mark — an animal bite.
Zhan Beiheng was also stunned when he heard the report. He had originally thought that the other contestants had done something, but now it was an animal bite mark. He couldn't believe it, so he personally checked it. In the end, he could only remain silent and return to the main seat with a gloomy face.
The seeded contestant of Tiansha had been eliminated in the third round without even making a move!
Everyone whispered to each other and discussed. Some of the Tiansha people were indignant and stood up to shout, "Your Highness, there must be something fishy! Please investigate the other contestants! "
Zhan Beiheng's expression was cold, but Ya Lanzhu giggled. "Yes, we are all suspicious. Not only did we put our hands in, but we also put our mouths in to bite Commander Gu."
The audience burst into laughter. Amidst the laughter, Yun Hen said coldly, "The lot box of your country is really amazing. You probably used too many tricks and ended up biting your own hand."
Zhan Beiheng's expression changed. After all, he had a guilty conscience and didn't dare to pursue the matter. He waved his hand and ordered people to send Gu Lingfeng off. "The competition continues …"
She smiled and took a step back to look at her lot. She had taken one just now and used it to slap Gu Lingfeng's hand. After the lot had fallen, she had grabbed another one.
"Black, seven!"
= =
At this time, the referee had already read the respective lots. Among them, Guo Pingrong against Yan Jingchen, Xuanji against Cheng 'an Prefecture Prince Huayan against Yun Hen, and Ya Lanzhu had drawn red five. However, after checking everyone's lots, there was no black five. That one belonged to Gu Lingfeng and was left in the lot box. Thus, Ya Lanzhu was lucky enough to get a bye.
Xuanyuan Yun, as the expert with the best performance in the first two rounds, had always been the focus of everyone's attention. At this time, the famous experts had already decided on their opponents. What was left were the contestants who ranked lower in the second round. Everyone's eyes took turns to see which unlucky person would be matched up against the most popular youth.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xuanyuan Yun carefully handed over the lot and said in a soft voice, "Red, seven."
The referee looked at the few remaining contestants, who revealed relieved smiles and instantly relaxed expressions. The referee raised the lot and asked, "Which one is black seven?"
As the crowd looked left and right, Meng Fuyao smiled and took a step forward. Pointing at her own nose, she said, "Insignificant."
With a loud bang, another round of excited discussion broke out. Someone shouted, "Sigh, forget about this round."
"Surrender quickly and get someone else to replace you."
"Boring, I thought I would be able to watch a pinnacle battle."
Meng Fuyao turned around with a smile and waved her hand. "Aiya, don't chase me away. The important thing is to participate, the important thing is to participate."
She strode down the stage amidst the laughter, waiting for her seventh round. Not long after she sat down, a figure moved beside her. It was Zong Yue, who had come over without a sound. She was sitting beside him, but suddenly, she started to scratch her ears and cheeks.
Zong Yue said calmly, "What's wrong? Do you have lice? "
Meng Fuyao laughed. "Yes, lice in my eyes. Looking left and right, it's so pitiful. It makes me feel guilty for being stuck here like a light bulb. Doctor Mongolian, why don't we change seats?"
Without looking up, Zong Yue carefully felt her pulse and said, "If you don't talk nonsense, you can probably live longer." He then added, "Open your mouth."
Meng Fuyao obediently opened her mouth, and Zong Yue flicked a pill into her mouth. "I didn't intend to come, but I heard that someone was unlucky and drew that person, so I had no choice but to make a trip. Let me tell you, you're on your own now."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left without looking back. His snow-white back view did not stir up any dust. That slow and firm pace, from afar, looked like the dancing snow on the snow-line of a distant mountain, cold and distant.
Meng Fuyao subconsciously turned her head, and indeed, she saw that shy little boy, Young Master Yun, whose eyes were red like a rabbit's.
"Sigh …" Meng Fuyao held her head in her hands and sighed. "Damn it, it's a small world. Once we meet, we go crazy …"
= =
Guo Pingrong and Yan Jingchen were in the third match. The strange thing was that both of them were not in their best condition. Although Guo Pingrong had not lost his inner force, his reaction and flexibility were not as good as when he was at his peak because his Spiritual Opportunity had been destroyed. Although Yan Jingchen was slightly injured, he needed three days to recuperate. Although his foundation was not as solid as Guo Pingrong's, he was talented. His swordsmanship was agile and light. Smoke lingered in the air as he rose and fell, making him look like he was out of this world. Compared to Guo Pingrong's clumsiness, both of them were evenly matched.
During Yan Jingchen's match, Pei Yuan was sitting below the stage. Although they were known as the 'Twin Jade Paragons', they could not both participate in a single match. Princess Pei sat upright with her hands folded on her knees. Compared to a certain someone who did not sit properly or stand properly, her temperament was much better. A certain someone ate his snacks while glancing at her, at her ribs, at her veil, at her waist, and at her waist. His eyes darted back and forth as he smiled. No one knew what he was up to.
The sixth match was between Yun Hen and Hua Yan. Unlike Gu Lingfeng, Guo Pingrong, Xuanyuan Yun, and Yan Jingchen, the young prince from Xuanji City had a mysterious background. He was a famous disciple of the Cloud Soul Star Brilliance and Moon Soul Smoke Kill. However, his skills were strong and he was adept at spear techniques. The dignified man and Yun Hen stood opposite each other, looking like a pair of jade trees.
Meng Fuyao jumped onto the chair and waved her arms. "Go Ah Hen, go Ah Hen!"
Lord Yuan Bao, who was in her sleeves, had his eyes turned into a pair of 300-degree glasses. His eyes were full of whirlpools. He crawled out angrily and bared his teeth at Meng Fuyao. She hurriedly placed him in her palm as a gesture of tenderness.
Yun Hen looked at her helplessly and waved his hand. He silently gestured to Hua Yan. "Please!"
"Please!"
The word "please" was still lingering in the corner of his mouth when in the next instant, Hua Yan suddenly rushed out like a bolt of lightning. The tip of his spear swung, and a series of explosions immediately sounded in the air. The air surged, and the sound of explosions did not stop, causing Yun Hen's hair to stand on end.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She clenched her fists nervously. "This guy is so strong …" She clenched and clenched, forgetting that Lord Yuan Bao was still in her palm.
Yun Hen's expression did not change. He shouted, "Alright!" He pounced forward, and the two of them started fighting.
This was a real battle of similar strength. Compared to Yan Jingchen's nimble and clumsy moves, Yun Hen and Hua Yan's battle was a real one. Their moves, inner force, foundation, and techniques were all comprehensive and gorgeous, displaying the martial arts of the aristocratic martial artists of the Five Continents. One's spear was like a tiger coming out of the forest, while the other's sword Qi was like a dragon in the sky. The golden spear wind and the light green sword light intertwined. They hacked, shot, slashed, and pierced. Brilliant light lingered around them, and their strength was unhindered.
Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, was worried. She realized that Hua Yan was using his inner force too fiercely. Once they reached more than 500 moves, he would not be able to continue. However, Yun Hen was a new swordsman, and his foundation was lacking. Compared to Hua Yan's especially vigorous inner force, he had a natural flaw. Although he did not seem to be at a disadvantage, it would be difficult for him to last more than 500 moves.
She clenched her fists, already thinking about how to comfort the defeated Yun Hen later.
However, after 400 moves, Yun Hen did not seem to be defeated. His face was just a little pale, and his lips were a little blue. However, his sword Qi was as sharp as ever, and his fighting spirit was as intense as ever. The sword light that danced in the air was like the waves of the sea, and it was breathtaking. He treated the arena below him as his territory, and he would not yield an inch!
Yun Hen did not yield.
Once he did, he gave up all his dignity and perseverance in this life.
He was already very tired, so tired that his vision was blurry, and so tired that his heart was beating like a drum. Hua Yan's footwork of the Big Dipper Steps was like a real star in his eyes. The wind from the spear forced him to breathe, and he felt that even his blood was congealing inch by inch. With every swing of the sword, the congealed blood seemed to be on the verge of falling out.
Thus, he bit the tip of his tongue and held the blood in his mouth. Amidst the sharp pain and the slightly fishy and sweet taste, the flickering golden spear tip had long since transformed into the sword light of Meng Fuyao on Mount Xuanyuan. The sword light swayed and fell, breaking the east wind in an instant. That day, in the cool breeze on the mountaintop, the eyes of the young girl were dark and as bright as ice. They were like a flower blooming in the wilderness, lonely and proud, unwilling to be destroyed by worldly affairs.
He remembered that pair of eyes. When they met again in the Taiyuan Palace, he did not recognize them in the rush. However, after thinking about it, those eyes were like the flowers on the moat, and the moon under the water, constantly swaying in his memory.
He remembered the blood that flowed when she stabbed her dagger into her leg. He remembered her glib tongue and her unparalleled calmness.
He remembered a girl who was both arrogant and undisciplined, cunning and virtuous.
Fu Yao.
'I can lose to you, but I will never lose to anyone else in front of you!'
The 500th move!
Hua Yan began to pant slightly. His golden spear was too heavy. Although it was powerful and sturdy, once it was used beyond its limits, it would be equivalent to harming oneself. Before coming here, his master had specially taught him that he could only use this tactic when fighting against the Traceless Sword or Ya Lan Zhu or Yan Jingchen. Against the equally powerful Gu Lingfeng and Guo Pingrong, he would never use it.
He was secretly delighted to have drawn Yun Hen and boldly used this tactic. However, he did not expect that Yun Hen, who wielded a light sword and did not have the inner force that he had forged during his fortuitous encounter, would be able to withstand the 500th move.
Once the spear lost its power, its power would be greatly reduced. Yun Hen took a deep breath, endured the splitting pain in his chest, and immediately attacked.
On the 587th move, his sword landed on the body of the golden spear like a falling butterfly. The spear was sent flying!
Hua Yan was also an upright and upright man. Once his weapon was released, he immediately gave up and calmly admitted defeat.
His eyes were bright as he took a step forward and sincerely bowed to Yun Hen. "I admire you, brother."
He admired his perseverance, his unyielding attitude, and his unyielding spirit in the face of adversity. It was the courage and strength of a true man that would never die.
Yun Hen was as straight as before. He solemnly returned the greeting and got off the stage under the admiring gazes of the crowd. He stared deeply at her and smiled.
Meng Fuyao hugged her knees and looked at him. She sighed and silently handed him a handkerchief.
Yun Hen took it, covered his mouth, and coughed. "I don't want to see you not even spit blood in front of me. If that's the case, I might as well not appear in front of you for the rest of my life," Meng Fuyao said slowly.
Yun Hen smiled and sat down. Meng Fuyao took out some medicine from her bosom and stuffed it into his hand. She stood up, cracked her neck, and kicked her legs. "It's my turn."
Yun Hen pulled her back. Meng Fuyao looked back and saw the sparks in his eyes. His mind was in turmoil, and he had a thousand words to say. Meng Fuyao stared blankly for a second before calmly smiling. "Don't worry, I won't learn from you. If I want to lose, I lose. I won't secretly swallow my own blood."
She walked up the stage under the kind and slightly mocking gazes of the crowd. She had to pass by Yan Jingchen and his wife in the first row. Of course, she could take a detour to avoid it, but Meng Fuyao did not. Her seat was a little narrow, and people had to stand up to give way. When Yan Jingchen saw her coming, his body stiffened and he stood up stiffly. Meng Fuyao did not even look at him. She smiled and walked past him. When she passed by Pei Yuan, she suddenly slanted her body and hooked her leg.
Pei Yuan did not pay attention to her at first, but she suddenly felt a surge of strength under her feet. Her body slanted backward, and she subconsciously reached out to grab something. Meng Fuyao quickly reached out with her hand and smiled. "What's wrong, Madam Yan?"
As she screamed, her hand grabbed Pei Yuan's hand. With a twist of her wrist, Pei Yuan's body staggered as she spun in a semicircle to face the audience behind her. Because the force of the spin was too strong, the veil on her face fluttered.
The entire audience let out a meaningful "Oh —" that ended with an exclamation of surprise.
Pei Yuan screamed. She did not even understand what had happened in that instant. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and her veil flew up. The face that she had hidden for a long time, the face that even her family had never seen, was exposed to the world's martial artists.
Although the forked scars on her face had healed, they had not completely healed. They were faintly red and bulged like earthworms. They did not look hideous to the point of disgust, but her delicate facial features and delicate skin made her look even more frighteningly ugly.
Yan Jingchen turned his head and stared at Pei Yuan in a daze. She had been wearing a veil for a long time, saying that she needed it for martial arts training and that she had rheumatic ulcers. They had been sleeping in separate rooms, so he had never seen Pei Yuan's face behind the veil.
So her face had been ruined …
He closed his eyes and turned to look at Meng Fuyao. The girl was dressed like a young man. Her eyes were as black as ink and as white as jade. Her disguised skin was a light honey-colored, lustrous like pearls. Her small face had a striking contour — so beautiful that it was frightening.
Yan Jingchen slowly raised his hand, not to support his wife, as he had already forgotten about the matter of his wife. He only pressed his hand on his heart, where it felt as though there were countless pieces of sharp gravel being sharpened and sharpened. Wherever it passed, white smoke would rise, blood would drip, and the ground would be scorched.
The beautiful feelings that he had missed out on because of his ignorance and greed!
The sins that he had brought upon himself, the injuries that added to his mistakes and caused him to fall into hell forever!
He froze there, not hearing the scream of his' wife ', not seeing her run out of the hall with her hands covering her face. He stood there like a puppet, and in an instant, he had aged ten years.
= =
When Meng Fuyao stood on the stage, Xuanyuan Yun was already waiting there. The elegant young man used a brilliant crescent hook as his weapon. Meng Fuyao looked at the disciple of the Moon Soul and decided not to use the Qi training treasure that the Moon Soul had given her. 'Sigh, I can't let him get jealous.'
The audience below the stage began to eat melon seeds lazily, waiting for the battle to end within three moves.
The two of them politely clasped their hands together. "Please …"
Before she could finish, Meng Fuyao had already pounced forward. The wind she created whistled, shaking the air around her. With a loud bang, the weapons rack on the stage fell to the ground, and the halberds and short hooks rolled all over the ground.
The audience gasped. 'This child, even if she wanted to struggle to win, she shouldn't be so impatient.'
Meng Fuyao actually wanted to finish Xuanyuan Yun within three moves. Her internal injuries had not healed, so she could not fight for long.
Opposite her, Xuanyuan Yun smiled shyly. A ray of light flashed between his fingers, and a crescent moon spread out like a ribbon. The moonlight had no boundaries, and in an instant, it blocked all of Meng Fuyao's attacks.
Meng Fuyao did not even get close to him. With a somersault, she flew over his head like a hawk, and without turning her head, she stabbed him with a backhand. The snow-white light in her palm was like lightning, stabbing at his shoulder.
Xuanyuan Yun twisted his body to avoid it. His figure was like a ray of moonlight, slipping silently like flowing water. Only a moon-white shadow could be seen in the arena, drifting and moving like a stream of light. Amidst the elegance and grace, there was also the steadiness and steadiness that could not be destroyed by wind and thunder.
Meng Fuyao, on the other hand, had a different style. She brought along thunder and lightning, stirring up the wind and breaking through the Nine Heavens!
She used her fists, and her punches were like the roar of a tiger, carrying the roar of the king of the mountains. With one punch, all things would bow down. Wherever her fists passed, the hard wooden planks on the arena were all lifted up, like the prow of a ship. With a series of popping sounds, the prow of the ship bounced off one by one due to the momentum and inertia. One collided with the next, causing huge wooden planks to fly in all directions, whistling as they spun, heading straight for Xuanyuan Yun's head!
Thousands of spectators cried out in alarm. They scattered melon seeds and jumped in unison.
The sky was filled with the black shadows of the huge wooden planks, covering Xuanyuan Yun's brilliant silver crescent light. Meng Fuyao flew up, brushing against the wooden planks as she crossed the vast sky. Her black clothes billowed in the wind, as if she was a deity who controlled lightning from the Nine Heavens. She could still flip, jump, kick, stomp, kick, and shoot even when there was no place to exert force. The wooden planks under her feet seemed to have a life of their own. In an instant, they surrounded Xuanyuan Yun without any gaps!
She did not let her guard down. She swooped down, and with a flash of black light, the Heaven Piercing Sword was already behind her elbow. This was a sword technique she had learned from Zong Yue. It was the fastest, most ruthless, most flexible, and most certain to hit the target in one strike!
She wanted to place this sword on Xuanyuan Yun's neck and end the battle!
She swooped down, like a phoenix dancing wildly in the Nine Heavens. Thunder rumbled, and ice and snow fell. The clamor below the stage was all swept away by the strong wind. She was only focused on her goal, moving forward with indomitable will.
Xuanyuan Yun was still dealing with the wooden planks that had formed into a formation. The crescent hook dragged out a snow-colored arc of light that had the power to collapse. Usually, when it was still a few inches away from the wooden planks, they would shatter without a sound. However, it was only a short delay, and Meng Fuyao had already arrived.
Her dark cloud cover was unstoppable, and the cold light of the dagger flashed in Xuanyuan Yun's eyes.
"Aiya!" Cries of surprise surged like a tide from the audience.
Xuanyuan Yun suddenly laughed lightly.
The crescent hook in this elegant youth's hand suddenly shook, and with a 'cha' sound, a pair of wings suddenly appeared on the hook. They were two shiny knives that looked like wings. Once they appeared, a chill filled the air, and the atmosphere was as cold as ice. The temperature in the arena dropped by ten degrees.
When Moonlight had wings, how gorgeous and dazzling would it be?
Xuanyuan Yun was still smiling shyly. With a flick of his wrist, the winged Moonlight in his palm suddenly doubled in speed. With a gentle slide, the long hook that carried the mysterious cold air was already in front of Meng Fuyao's face!
In an instant, the cold air invaded her body, and even her blood vessels seemed to freeze.
Meng Fuyao knew that she had been tricked.
This bastard was the same as her, hiding his true strength!
This bastard even cultivated the Mysterious Yin Qi, and only took it out now. Previously, he had not revealed any of it, luring her to use all of her true strength in order to end the battle quickly. In the end, when the old strength was about to dissipate and the new strength had yet to be regenerated, he made this move purely to take advantage of the opportunity to aggravate her injuries!
No wonder Zong Yue had rushed over to deliver medicine to her even though he had not wanted to. It turned out that he was worried about Xuanyuan Yun.
The cold air of the Mysterious Yin Qi pervaded the air. Meng Fuyao had overused her true strength, and her internal injuries began to ache.
Xuanyuan Yun's hook light had already floated over.
His hook light was extremely dazzling, like a bright moon in the sky. Amidst the splendor, the audience could not open their eyes. They covered their eyebrows with their hands, trying hard to see clearly this extraordinary and ever-changing battle of the pinnacle.
In the splendor, Xuanyuan Yun's hook light that was approaching Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped at the most crucial moment.
He moved his body to Meng Fuyao's side and said quickly, "Let me see him, and I'll lose to you."
Meng Fuyao was stunned and almost choked.
'This child, even the head of Zhen Wu doesn't want, just to see Zong Yue?'
'This sharp-tongued man's charm is boundless …'
Xuanyuan Yun's hook light stopped in front of her face, waiting for her reply. Meng Fuyao only smiled.
She quickly replied, "That's his business. I don't have the right. Besides … I don't need you to let me."
The word 'let' was still lingering on the tip of her tongue. Xuanyuan Yun immediately retreated, but he was still one step too late. Or rather, the moment he stopped, he was destined to miss the best opportunity to defeat Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao let out a low growl and spread her fingers.
Suddenly, an extremely bright light rushed out of her palm. First, it was a ball of bright white Gang Qi. Then, the small ball of white light rapidly expanded, far surpassing the silver moonlight. It was even more dazzling and beautiful. The center was blazing, and the edges were like fire. Boundless and boundless, it rushed out in all directions. The remaining wooden planks in the arena immediately left the ground and slid backward as if someone was dragging them. The audience sitting at the front desk had no choice but to get up and dodge. Some of them were a step too slow and were immediately pierced by the wooden planks in their legs, dripping with blood like knives.
In front of them, the high platform where Prince Heng and the arbitrator were seated was also made of wooden planks. The sturdy wooden planks that were fixed with iron bars suddenly fell off without a sound. Prince Heng almost fell to the ground in a sorry state.
The hanging curtains on the high platform fluttered upwards like a giant dragon, then retracted in unison and dissipated in the dazzling light.
"Cleaving Nine Heavens", the sixth level, "Rising Sun"!
The blue sea shone, the cloud mountains shone, like the rising sun!
Once the sun rose, where could there be moonlight?
Even Xuanyuan Yun's expression changed. Since they were both using the Gang Qi of Light, he naturally knew that he could not take it head-on. He retreated like a flash of lightning, his speed definitely not slower than Fuyao's earlier ferocious attack.
However, a pair of fingers had already rested lightly on his throat.
Unlike his icy cold moonlight, this pair of fingers was hot, burning like fire. He stiffened his neck, feeling the skin on his throat tremble from the heat.
In the destroyed arena, a strong gust of wind blew. The wind fluttered the sleeves of the youth's clothes. Her back was slender and firm. Another ray of sunlight shone on her, illuminating her fingers, firmly gripping her opponent's throat.
The light gradually converged and condensed into a white light on the tip of her finger. It flickered and fluctuated at the vital point, dazzling the thousands of people in the arena into silence.
The arbitrator opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, he croaked, "Victory to Fuyao!"
The audience clearly knew the result, but they still gasped. The sound swept through the arena like the wind, sounding like a giant burp.
Xuanyuan Yun did not dare to blink, waiting for Fuyao to stop, but she did not. The white light forced him to the brink of tears, and he looked at her with reddened eyes.
Fuyao cursed silently. 'Rabbit!'
It was not that she did not want to stop it.
She could not stop it.
She had quickly gathered her vital energy and risked using the sixth level, Cleaving Nine Heavens. Now, she was in a much worse state than Xuanyuan Yun. All the bones in her body were about to be dislocated, her internal organs were in turmoil, and her vital energy was rushing left and right uncontrollably. She felt as if a mouthful of blood, along with all her internal organs, was about to spurt out all over Xuanyuan Yun's head.
She froze there, the others thought that she was showing off her achievements and was unwilling to let go, but they did not dare to say anything. A dark horse, a super dark horse. With this brilliant move, she defeated Xuanyuan Yun, who was almost firmly sitting on the champion's position, and forcibly drove him out of the top ten.
Everyone thought that there was no suspense in this duel, and that it would be settled in three moves. Indeed, it was done in three moves, but the outcome was different.
Their mouths were agape, and their eyes were wide open as they stared at Fuyao, who was frozen in a flashy posture. No one thought of rescuing the victor.
Yan Jingchen stood there, staring at her silhouette in a daze. He had not sat down since he had stood up. Her first move had caused his vision to go black. The wooden planks that had been blown away by the huge force had landed on his legs, but he had not felt anything at all.
When Fuyao's last move was over, and the entire arena was filled with the blinding sunlight, he let out a short "ah" amidst the exclamations of the audience.
That sound was made with all the strength he had left.
Others might not know, but he, who had cultivated the Vigorous Thunder Technique, knew that it was Cleaving Nine Heavens!
It was far superior to the Vigorous Thunder Technique, the number one mental cultivation technique in the world, and a hundred times more valuable than the Vigorous Thunder Technique!
Fuyao … Fuyao …
Yan Jingchen did not know what he was calling for. His heart sank, bit by bit, into the depths of his abyss. The pain was so excruciating that it could destroy his liver and split his lungs, penetrating deep into his bones. It was so painful that he could not breathe.
All those self-righteous choices, all those wrong choices that led to one wrong fate after another, and all those punishments that had been written in his fate …
"You will regret it, sooner or later."
"Pfft …"
Yan Jingchen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splashed onto the dusty ground.
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Yan Jingchen was spitting blood, but Fuyao's sweat was dripping down her back. She felt that she was approaching the path of Qi deviation. The feeling of helplessness in front of her made her vision go black. She raised her eyes and looked at the loser below, pleading for help. That silly Xuanyuan Yun only knew how to blink his eyes and cry.
'Help … this posture may be flashy, but it will kill if it stays still for too long …'
Suddenly, someone approached her from behind. The faint scent of a man resembling crushed ice could be felt. A slightly cold hand held her hand and said calmly, "You must be tired. Let's go."
His hand that held hers was steady and strong. The icy cold zhenqi passed through his palm and quickly moved up her meridians. Bit by bit, it soothed the heat and surging blood in her body. The violent zhenqi in her body slowly calmed down, like a thin stream slowly returning to the sea. Then, she felt that she could move again.
She was alive.
She heaved a sigh of relief. She was so grateful that tears welled up in her eyes. She turned around and whispered, "Yun Hen …"
At this critical moment, Yun Hen, who was sitting far below the stage and could not see her expression, could actually see the danger she was in!
His method of delivering the right amount of Qi had helped her get through the most difficult hurdle of crossing levels. If not for him holding her hand at that moment, she could very well have been the victor who died on the stage. After her death, she would have even been marked with the words: "Due to excessive excitement, sudden death."
Yun Hen only smiled at her lightly. His eyes were like clusters of stars, overflowing with color, like a brightly colored galaxy. His gaze was filled with joy for her victory and comfort for seeing her get through the hurdle.
He was the kind of man who lived far away on a high mountain, leaning on a pillow to listen to the river. His voice was clear and firm, and when he flicked his fingers, it was as clear as jade.
He held her hand and slowly walked below the stage on the right.
"Hold me."
"Bad luck is on the left. I'll bring you to the right."
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After being pulled back by Yun Hen, Meng Fuyao inevitably became the most popular person in Pandu. Everyone in Pandu was talking about this year's biggest and most bizarre dark horse. They said that she had forced the strongest expert, Xuanyuan Yun, out of the competition and was so happy that she did not want to come down from the stage. Even Lord Ingot had heard this rumor a few times when he was shopping with Tie Cheng. When he returned, he was also overjoyed, hugging his stomach and laughing Meng Fuyao. Fortunately, no one understood Haozi's language, so Meng Fuyao foolishly laughed along with it. Haozi was so happy that he decided to tell his master about it.
After recuperating for a few days, their injuries had yet to fully recover, and the unfortunate dark horse had to be dragged onto the field again. The last round of the competition was to be held in the Zhengyi Hall. When the three of them arrived, they found that although there were not many spectators in the hall, the side of the hall was surrounded by a circle of screens. Behind the translucent screens were jewels and jade ornaments, and the gentle breeze of fragrance wafted through the air. Who knew how many beauties were crowding around, and they could vaguely hear their voices.
"Almost here, almost here."
"Look, look!"
"Don't squeeze me …"
"Aiya, you're stepping on my foot …"
When Meng Fuyao entered, there was a commotion among the beauties. They all looked in the same direction, and some even disregarded their status and stood up to cover their faces with fans.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. 'I've finally made a name for myself.' She strode across the hall with a grin and waved to her admirers.
The 'admirers' glanced at her and turned their heads away.
…
Meng Fuyao was stunned and stood in the hall in a daze. Suddenly, she heard a call. "His Majesty has arrived!"
A group of people came out from the inner hall. Vaguely, they looked dignified and dignified.
When Meng Fuyao heard this, she turned her head away. She suddenly thought of a serious problem. Did she still have to bow to Zhan Nancheng? How depressing …
She twisted her head in dissatisfaction, wondering if she should find a way to avoid bowing to Zhan Nancheng … Did she sprain her back? Her arm? Was her tailbone injured? From the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people slowly entering the hall and sitting down according to the host and guest. They even seemed to be giving way. What a bunch of cultured scum. She then heard the commotion behind the screen. Women were tripping over each other's skirts and tearing each other's garters. It was a mess, and she could not help but feel even more furious. 'Damn it, there's a bunch of love-struck fools!'
Then, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The atmosphere was wrong!
It was inhuman!
Also, from the corner of her eye, she saw a light purple and silver embroidered robe on the right side of the hall. What was that?
She turned her head stiffly, the bones of her neck straight and creaking.
In front of her, on the jade steps of the main hall, in front of the screen that was inlaid with gold and jade, a man was talking to Zhan Nancheng. He wore a purple and gold crown, an emerald belt, and a light purple and silver dragon robe. His hair was as black as ink, and his skin was like jade. An intricately carved bronze mask covered half of his beautiful face, revealing only his eyes and brows that shone like a god.
Feeling Fuyao's stare, he turned his head with a faint smile. His gaze swept over her body, and she immediately felt as if her entire body, including her undergarments and their straps, had been hooked by the little hooks in his eyes. He did not stop after that. He was elegant, lingering, radiant, and graceful. He made her feel annoyed, hateful, and indulgent … He smiled at her.
Then, Fuyao heard his voice, which carried a hint of laughter, quietly entering her ears from high above the main hall.
"Fuyao, I've missed you so much."
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