When Zhao Yun appeared on the stage for the third time, the contestants below the stage immediately became restless.
"This man is really a jinx. He didn't even look at such a beautiful woman before putting her down. I heard that she fractured her bones and will have to spend the rest of her life in bed. It's too violent and bloody. "
"Hehe, this is fun. I wonder which unlucky person is going to face this jinx in this round????? Haha, it's actually Chu Yuntian. This guy just defeated me. This time, he'll suffer a lot. "
A blue-robed youth walked up the stage timidly. He couldn't walk more than a foot in eight steps. He was like a shy little girl who didn't dare to face anyone. If he had a long-sleeved face cloth, he would probably cover his face firmly.
Zhao Yun was anxious and shouted, "Hurry up. You're not fighting, and you're not retreating. Why are you stalling for time?!"
Chu Yuntian was timid by nature. After witnessing Zhao Yun's ruthless methods below the stage, his fear of Zhao Yun was firmly imprinted in his heart. He didn't expect that he would be fighting with this jinx in this round! He was hesitating whether to withdraw from the competition to avoid this jinx. When he was stopped by Zhao Yun's shout, he was immediately scared out of his wits. His thin and small body, which had just reached the edge of the stage, tilted and fell to the ground like a bamboo pole.
The young Daoist priest in charge of recording had a helpless expression. He walked to Chu Yuntian's side and asked, "What's going on? If you don't get up, I'll take it that you've forfeited."
Chu Yuntian fell to the ground in a mess. He cried for his grandparents and kept shouting. His tears overflowed into a river. How could he have the time to pay attention to him?
The young Daoist priest shook his head and found it funny. He shouted, "Number 232, Hui Ming wins."
The Duobao was amused. He clapped his hands desperately and yelled at Zhao Yun, "Good fellow, Junior Brother, you're too lucky. You didn't even fight, and that kid fell. Haha. "
Zhao Yun didn't expect victory to come so easily. It was so simple that it was dull. She sneered, "It seems that the Outer Hall really has no standards. This Lingyun Temple accepting so many External Hall disciples is really baffling. "
As it was already late, Zhao Yun's fourth round would be held tomorrow. Zhao Yun was too lazy to stay and observe her opponent. She came out of the inner court and shouted to the audience, "Senior Brother, let's go."
A group of contestants were spitting as they discussed how ferocious and cruel the one-armed man was. When they saw this person walking over from the spectator area, all of them kept silent and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They were afraid that this fiend would hear what they had said just now.
Zhao Yun did not even look at them and walked straight to Duobao's side. The empty right sleeve of his robe drooped down. As he walked, there was an undercurrent in the air. His sleeve swayed gently, showing off his youthful spirit.
The Duobao was in high spirits, squeaking and yelling, and the order of the hall was disrupted by the two brothers. Even after they left, the topic of the audience was still the cold and arrogant one-armed youth. As for the competition on the stage, it suddenly became leftovers and no one paid attention to it.
When Wang Lang heard that Zhao Yun had won three rounds in a row, he was not surprised. He was beaming with joy and repeatedly praised, "The heavens have sent me a good disciple, haha."
Although Zhao Yun won easily, she did not slack off on her cultivation. She returned to her room and carried out her daily routine. She reversed her vital energy and tried to pull out the essence that had gathered into a ball.
After half a cup of tea's time, Zhao Yun was already sweating profusely. She vaguely felt that an extremely thin and long thread was about to be forcefully pulled out from the mess. "It's a success!" Zhao Yun's heart was excited, and he was even more careful as he urged his True Qi, pulling out that thin thread bit by bit.
The thread had been pulled out about an inch and was about to fall into place. However, Zhao Yun could not pull the thread no matter how hard she tried. This was really strange. Zhao Yun was afraid that the thread would break, so she was patient and did not touch it first, hoping that it could be controlled again.
Time passed, but the thread seemed to have died and no longer flowed with vitality.
Zhao Yun was helpless. She could only increase the strength of her vital energy and try to use brute force to pull the thread out. She heard a crisp sound in her sea of consciousness, and the thin thread broke into two.
The thread that was controlled by Zhao Yun's vital energy was only left with half an inch. It was still and motionless, while the other half was like a fish that had been frightened and quickly hid in the ball of vital energy.
"All my previous efforts have been wasted!"
Zhao Yun fell to the ground and panted heavily. All the strength in her body was drained in an instant. This was a scene she had experienced every day for the past few months. However, this time, the dawn of success was unprecedentedly close to her, but she missed it.
Zhao Yun was a little dejected, but also a little relieved. "This Jade Fire Vital Energy is not impossible to cultivate. One day, I will cultivate it to the ninth realm! "
The next day, in the South Hall of the Martial Arts Practice Field, Zhao Yun stood on the stage with her head held high.
Below the stage, there was complete silence.
The young Daoist priest deliberately glanced at Zhao Yun before shouting, "This round, Hui Ming against Qian Jiang."
This Qian Jiang had the head of a tiger and the chin of a swallow. He looked quite bold and powerful. He was born in a military family, and his Pear Blossom Spear was superb. His father was loyal and patriotic, but his entire family was executed by treacherous officials. Only Qian Jiang escaped. Due to fate, he entered the martial arts class of the Lingyun Temple's Outer Hall.
Qian Jiang had experienced many hardships and had a firm temperament. Although he had heard of Zhao Yun's fierce reputation, he was unwilling to be a coward who lost before a battle.
Qian Jiang held his family's treasured spear in his left hand. He first cupped his fists towards Zhao Yun and said in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing, "Today, I am fortunate to be able to fight with you. It's also a happy matter. Please bring it on."
Zhao Yun saw a trace of worry between this person's brows, but his expression was open and magnanimous. Compared to what she saw yesterday, she first praised him in her heart. She said to the young Daoist priest, "Since it's a competition of weapons, I'll take a sword." When he was young, he practiced with sabers and spears. It could be said that he was familiar with all eighteen types of weapons. At this time, when he picked up a weapon again, he felt as if he had been cut off from a lifetime ago.
Qian Jiang shouted, "Be careful!" He held the spear shaft with both hands and stretched it forward. The red tassels on the spearhead danced rapidly like a long snake spitting out its tongue. It was abnormally agile. His Pear Blossom Spear was known as the absolute art of the battlefield. Three generations of his ancestors had bathed in blood, and he had won a great reputation.
Zhao Yun saw this big man's ferocious momentum, but she did not meet him head on. Her body slightly leaned to one side to evade this swift and fierce attack. Zhao Yun stepped on the yin and yang, her steps became like a ripple. Her left foot lightly tapped on the stage, her body flew up at an angle. While she was still in midair, the long sword in her hand followed up and stabbed toward Qian Jiang's chest.
Qian Jiang saw the long sword was eerie and the sword's aura went straight to his chest. He called out, "Good skill." He was very experienced. Although he was flustered, he did not panic. With a 'lazy donkey roll', his body quickly fell to the ground. He rolled over several times, his Pear Blossom Spear touched the ground, creating a spark.
Qian Jiang's body took advantage of the recoil from the spear shaft to stand up straight. As soon as he stood up, he did not have time to catch his breath and rest. He pointed the tip of his spear, wanting to take down Zhao Yun in one go.
Zhao Yun did not expect this person's reaction to be so fast. She did not think too much and relied entirely on her instincts to evade.
Qian Jiang did not spare her after gaining the upper hand. "Shua! Shua! Shua!" He shook his spear and attacked fiercely. Suddenly, a violent storm appeared in the blue sky. The sea wind and huge waves attacked violently in an instant.
For a moment, Zhao Yun could only parry and did not have the strength to fight back. In order to avoid the snake's venomous tongue, her body kept retreating.
However, although this Pear Blossom Spear was like a jade dragon emerging from the sea, Zhao Yun's evasive movements were like eight horses galloping. The two people, one advancing and one retreating, seemed to be in sync. One in the front and one in the back, their coordination was flawless.
The audience below the stage had never seen such a wonderful duel. They all applauded loudly. Some people even thought, "This fiend has finally met his match! God bless Qian Jiang to win. Otherwise, who knows how arrogant this one-armed brat will be! "
While they were praying, a scream suddenly came from the stage. Listening to this voice, it did not sound like Zhao Yun. It was actually Qian Jiang.
"How, how is this possible?" The audience below the stage was astonished. It was obvious that Qian Jiang had the upper hand. How did that fiend get the upper hand in the blink of an eye?
Qian Jiang was seen half-squatting in the upper left corner of the stage. He held the Pear Blossom Spear tightly in one hand and covered his chest with the other. His fingers were completely red. He raised his head and panted heavily. His eyes, which had always been firm, were now filled with despair. He could not believe that he had lost just like that.
His incredulous gaze, along with the incredulous gaze of the audience below the stage, was directed at the one-armed youth.
The one-armed youth stood proudly with a sword in one hand.
The sword was slanted to the left, full of arrogance and untamed. It was the best portrayal of this youth.
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