As soon as the battle ended, Li Jianshu couldn't hold it in anymore. He flew onto the stage and carried Li Jianchen to the side to heal his injuries.
Zhan Chen finally came to his senses. The battle just now was too intense. He lost control and actually hurt his master's son. He felt very guilty. As soon as he left the stage, he went to Li Jianshu's side and cupped his hands in apology, "Lord Sect Leader, this disciple deserves to die a thousand times …"
"Alright! Zhan Chen, what are you talking about? This is a competition. It's unavoidable to get injured. You didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, you have done a meritorious service and won glory for our sect. "Li Jianshu said resolutely.
Zhan Chen observed Li Jianshu's expression and didn't find any displeasure on his face. On the contrary, there was a hint of praise and encouragement in the depths of his eyes. His heart couldn't help but tremble, "What kind of broad-mindedness is this? Li Jianshu is absolutely selfless towards the Golden Elephant Sect. He is an amazing and good sect leader!"
"Go and heal your injuries!" Li Jianshu said at this time.
"Yes." Zhan Chen looked at him deeply and nodded. He then went to the side to heal his injuries.
At this point, the Misty Wind Grand Ceremony's Five Sect Competition had come to an end.
Chou Wuya stood in the center of the battle stage and announced loudly, "The winner of this year's Misty Wind Grand Ceremony is the Golden Elephant Sect! Your reward is to increase the number of people entering the True Martial Secret Territory to 100. Sect Leader Li invites you to the stage to accept the Misty Wind Sect's reward. "
Hearing this announcement, Li Jianshu subconsciously stood up and walked onto the battle stage. He was a little absent-minded. His decision to stake everything on one throw actually brought him such a great victory!
The other five sects looked at Li Jianshu unwillingly. They were jealous of the Golden Elephant Sect's good luck for producing two genius disciples.
Chou Wuya placed a commemorative cup in his hand. Li Jianshu raised the cup high above his head and accepted the respectful gazes of the other sects. At this moment, this sect leader couldn't help but tear up. This was the first time in the past ten years that the Golden Elephant Sect had won first place in the Misty Wind Grand Ceremony!
Chou Wuya said again, "And the title of the five sects' strongest disciple belongs to Zhan Chen! Zhan Chen invites you to come onto the stage to receive the Misty Wind Sect's reward. "
"The five sects' strongest disciple?" Zhan Chen's brain short-circuited for a moment. He hadn't expected that the champion of the Mistwind Grand Ceremony would receive such an honor. However, he quickly regained his rationality and adjusted his state of mind. "Zhan Chen, what are you thinking? This is only within the five sects. The outside world is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Isn't there a Misty Wind Sect right before our eyes? "
Thus, he tidied up his clothes and calmly walked onto the stage.
The dramatic change on Zhan Chen's face was seen by Chou Wuya, who was on the stage. He couldn't help but secretly nod and praise in his heart, "Hmm, neither arrogant nor rash, this kid is really a dragon among men!"
By now, Zhan Chen had left a deep impression in his heart. He even coveted him and wanted to poach this disciple from the Golden Elephant Sect. But this thought flashed by like lightning.
"Zhan Chen, this is your reward." Chou Wuya handed him a gold badge and a jade bottle containing the Tiger Tendon Pill.
"The Tiger Tendon Pill is finally in my hands!" Zhan Chen's eyes were full of joy. He wanted to quickly go back and refine this fourth grade pill.
Soon after, Li Jianshu and Zhan Chen came down from the stage. Chou Wuya walked to the center of the stage and announced, "Good. Next, we will enter the second stage of the ceremony. That is, Zhan Chen and our sect's outer disciples will have a challenge match!"
"The Misty Wind Sect's representative?" Zhan Chen couldn't help but look at the young man standing behind Chou Wuya. It was Feng Qingyang.
Li Jianshu reminded him from the side, "Zhan Chen, you have to be careful. The Misty Wind Sect is a medium-sized sect after all. Their foundation is not something that small sects like us can compare to. Even their outer sect disciples' battle strength usually surpasses our inner sect disciples, or even elite disciples."
Zhan Chen nodded and whispered, "Don't worry, Master. I will try my best to defeat him."
After saying this, he stepped onto the stage again. As he expected, Feng Qingyang walked to the center of the stage from the back and looked at him. He smiled and said, "Zhan Chen, nice to meet you. I am Feng Qingyang from the Misty Wind Sect. Please give me some pointers."
"I will try my best to defeat you!" Zhan Chen's eyes were full of fighting spirit. It had always been his wish to fight against a higher level opponent.
"You are just a disciple from a small sect." Faced with his provocation, Feng Qingyang was a little unhappy.
But on the surface, he still had to maintain his cultured and refined demeanor. He chose to dismiss it with a smile and took out his sword from his Cosmos Sack. It was a long sword that was emerald green in color. The carvings on it were exquisite and the tip of the sword seemed to be surrounded by Qi.
Seeing the sword, Zhan Chen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise, "Good sword!"
Hearing his praise, Feng Qingyang didn't hide his love for his sword at all. He boasted, "This sword is called Tempest. It is a seventh grade sword. Zhan Chen, I can see that your sword is not ordinary either. "
"My sword is called Tiger's Roar. It is an eighth grade sword!"
"Eighth grade sword?!" Feng Qingyang was stunned. He didn't believe that a disciple from a small sect would be able to use such a good sword. A seventh grade sword was something that could only be encountered by luck. Back then, he had spent a lot of effort to get his hands on Tempest, let alone an eighth grade sword.
"Alright, Zhan Chen. Today, let's see if your eighth grade sword or my seventh grade sword is more powerful!"
After saying this, Feng Qingyang rushed towards Zhan Chen and attacked first. This made Qiu Wuya, who was sitting at the back, unhappy. Before the competition, he had hinted to Feng Qingyang to maintain the demeanor of the Misty Wind Sect and let Zhan Chen attack first. But the usually graceful Feng Qingyang was not his usual self today.
"Senior brother Feng, you can do it!" At this moment, waves of cheers came from the surrounding spectator stands. It could be seen that many people in the outer sect of the Misty Wind Sect were fans of Feng Qingyang.
"Harmonizing Wind Sword Technique!" The sword in Feng Qingyang's hand waved lightly. It seemed weak and powerless. It didn't have the fierceness of a normal sword technique.
"Golden Light Sword!" Seeing this, Zhan Chen naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. He attacked fiercely, wanting to take him down.
However, when his sword was about to pierce Feng Qingyang, he suddenly felt that he couldn't control the sword in his hand. It swayed left and right and he hurriedly retracted his sword.
A ray of light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes. The sword in his hand pierced towards Zhan Chen's chest at an extremely fast speed. It was like a poisonous snake hiding in the bushes suddenly pouncing towards its prey.
"Eye of Dao!" Fortunately, Zhan Chen reacted in time. At the critical moment, he moved to the side and brushed past the sword.
After that, Zhan Chen used the Jadelight Technique. With a few flashes, he was able to put some distance between himself and Feng Qingyang. Then, he asked, "Feng Qingyang, what sword technique are you using? Why did my sword suddenly go out of control? "
Feng Qingyang smiled complacently and replied, "Zhan Chen, my Harmonizing Wind Sword Technique is a high-grade profound level sword technique. Don't be fooled by its power. When I swing my sword, it can create a strong wind pressure around my sword. As long as your sword and my sword come into contact, it will be repelled."
"Harmonizing Wind Sword Technique! What a strange sword technique. How should I deal with it? "For a moment, Zhan Chen fell into a predicament.
"Daluo Golden Body, condense!" He chose to wear the dark gold true energy armor. This way, he would at least be in an invincible position.
"Golden Light Sword!" After his heart calmed down, Zhan Chen once again rushed forward to fight with Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang smiled calmly and continued to use his Harmonizing Wind Sword Technique.
Ding, ding, ding. On the martial arts arena, the Tiger Roar Sword and the Petrifying Sword collided repeatedly. However, every time, Zhan Chen seemed to have to expend a lot of energy to stabilize his uncontrollable sword.
And at this time, Feng Qingyang's sword would always pierce his body, leaving sword marks on his dark gold armor.
Both of them seemed to be unhurried. However, the corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth widened, while Zhan Chen's brows furrowed even tighter.
There was no other reason. The Daluo Golden Body required a large amount of true energy, so it could not be maintained for long. At that time, the winner would definitely be Feng Qingyang!
Not long after, Zhan Chen had already started to pant. The Daluo Golden Body also became faintly discernible, as if it would disappear at any time.
"My chance is here!" Feng Qingyang revealed a victorious smile. Looking at an opening, he thrust his sword towards Zhan Chen's throat with all his might. However, he did not notice that at this moment, a trace of light flashed across Zhan Chen's eyes.
"Dao's Eye!" Zhan Chen closed his eyes and calmly turned his head, dodging Feng Qingyang's sword attack.
Feng Qingyang's expression changed from pleasant surprise to astonishment. His mouth was wide open, as if he could not believe that all of this was real.
At this moment, Zhan Chen counterattacked. He brandished the Golden Light Sword in his hand and swung it upwards, stopping at Feng Qingyang's throat. He laughed: "Feng Qingyang, I won!"
"No! How did you do it! "Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, finding it hard to accept this fact.
At this moment, Zhan Chen's expression quickly turned solemn as he said: "Feng Qingyang, you are very strong. Under normal circumstances, my sword technique would definitely not be a match for you and the Wind Sword Technique."
"However, although the Wind Sword Technique is powerful, it has a fatal weakness. That is, in the instant you attack, you are unable to control my sword. This gap is my only chance to turn defeat into victory!"
"But how did you dodge my sword!" Feng Qingyang grasped the crux of the problem. He had been planning for that sword attack for a long time. Within the Martial Master realm, there was no one who could dodge it so calmly.
Zhan Chen's heart jumped fiercely, but he still looked calm on the surface. He slowly replied: "In fact, I did it!"
Feng Qingyang could not bear to lose face and wanted to argue. At this moment, he heard Chou Wuya call out from behind: "Enough, Feng Qingyang. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Step down! "
Feng Qingyang's body stiffened. He could only turn his body and walk down the stage in exhaustion.
The surrounding audience also found it hard to accept the fact that he had lost. For a moment, they were all silent. He clearly had the upper hand, but the tables were turned at the most crucial moment.
When Zhan Chen saw that the dust had settled, he heaved a sigh of relief and jumped off the stage. However, he saw Su Yun coming up to him and was the first to congratulate him: "Zhan Chen, you are amazing! From what I know, there are very few people who can defeat the representative of the Misty Wind Sect! "
