Chapter 61

In the following days, 03 wore the silver phoenix flower on his head every day and washed his face very carefully. Feng Jue still couldn't stand it, so he told Hua Dian not to be afraid of getting it wet before he relaxed. He filled his snack box with food every day to watch Feng Jue's competition and cheer for her.

For example, the battle was in full swing, and the names on the leaderboard changed every day. The names of Feng Jue and Xu Zehua on the Jindan stage list had the same points behind them, and both of them had the same idea in their minds.

Let her/him lose.

Even death.

It seemed like the climax of the story always had to be at the end. The monks with less than three-digit Jindan levels fought back and forth, and the two never met once. Finally, on this day -

Feng Jue of Lanyang Palace versus Xu Zehua of the Red Thunder Sword Sect.

There are fewer cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, so some win and some lose. There are more cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage, so they will have to fight in turns for a while. Feng Jue and Xu Zehua are the only two cultivators in the Golden Core stage who have not been defeated so far. Today, the two of them will fight. No matter who wins, that person's name will appear directly on the hanging scroll, and he will become the second cultivator selected for the Five Continents Competition!

The martial arts arena was packed with people, all eager to witness the birth of Dongzhou's second candidate. Since they were human, they naturally had their own biases. Xu Zehua, a late Jindan cultivator, wielded a lightning sword, beating down all the other Jindan cultivators. This was a departure from the imagery that had been etched in the stone tablets throughout Lanyang City, and it certainly attracted quite a few people.

But compared to Feng Jue——

[Come on, Master Feng!]

[The Palace Master is unrivaled in the world, with unrivaled grace and elegance]

Needless to say, the Lanyang Palace disciples were feeling very good. Except for the disciples who were competing, all of them came running, crowding the martial arts viewing platform to the limit. Everyone was polite, displaying the friendly and enthusiastic image of the Lanyang Palace and the low-key and modest character of the Lanyang Palace, and they shouted "Teach that bastard a lesson" in the sky.

03 She hung up the gauze curtain, stood by the railing, clasped her hands together, curled her eyes, opened her palms and blew into them. Two silver phoenixes flew playfully towards the arena, but before they reached the finish line, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky and landed on the phoenixes, wiping out all the virtual images of cheers around them.

Xu Zhuoli, the head of the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect, lowered his hand and said in a deep voice, "What a petty trick! It disturbs people's minds!"

Everyone was angry but dared not speak. 03 tilted his head and glanced at Xu Zhuoli. Xu Zhuoli caught 03's gaze, looked up, and raised his mouth sarcastically. You still dare?

For a system, as long as it does not violate the rules and does not receive pop-up warnings, everything can be done.

03 He calmly drew out his sword and swung it forward.

The sky is clear and bright, and the sword is frosty and cold.

Nascent Soul Stage Monk

All his might was expended in this single strike. The scorching sun suddenly gave way to winter's cold, heavy snow fell from the sky, and a north wind blew up, sweeping up the layers of snow. Dozens of phoenixes silently spread their wings and flew in, dancing around the arena.

Snow fell on the barrier and dissipated silently, but more snow fell.

On the stage, Feng Jue withdrew his gaze from the soaring phoenix and glanced at the sneering Xu Zehua across from him. His eyelashes drooped, suppressing his sarcasm. With 03's attack, the disciples who had been suppressed by Xu Zhuoshan raised their hands again with laughter. Someone shouted, "As the head of a sect, do you still care who we cheer for?"

Xu Zhuoli's expression was as cold as the air around him. When he was about to raise his hand, a beam of light flew from Lanyang Palace and landed on the observation deck.

The man didn't hide his presence. He raised his hand to take a piece of snow and said with a smile, "When Yu Nong was young, he also made a name for himself in the Five Continents Competition. How could I not come and watch such an important moment?"

Xu Zhuoli's face changed and he put down his hand.

03 He made a crooked fat bird out of snow, turned around and looked at the strange woman, smiling.

Although I don't know who you are, there's nothing wrong with laughing.

At this time, Siyi came over and said in a gentle voice, "Master."

03My eyes lit up and I understood.

"Auntie!"

She quickly placed the plump bird on the railing and waved her hand. The phoenix image flying around the arena instantly transformed into words.

[Warm congratulations to Feng Jue for winning the championship!]

[Come on Feng Jue!]

"Oh, they are just trifles." Xu Zehua sneered and raised his sword.

Feng Jue smiled arrogantly, curling up the corners of his mouth. With a nonchalant smile on his face, he said softly, "Oh? Why not write it down and burn it for Li Wuhe, and ask him how he feels about dying from such a trivial trick?"

Xu Zehua's expression changed, and he tightened his grip on the sword. Feng Jue's eyes swept over his sword, and the corner of his mouth curled up in sarcasm.

Lan Zhi, who was watching over the competition, saluted Si Yue from a distance and said, "The competition begins—"

As soon as the words reached the ears of the two people on the ring, flames shot up into the sky, rushing towards Xu Zehua, whose pupils suddenly constricted. Originally, in Xu Zehua's eyes, Feng Jue was just more talented, but there was a gap of two levels between them. How could Feng Jue defeat him!

But every time Feng Jue competed, he would always hide in the crowd and watch. Feng Jue's mental method was extremely domineering, and every move and form carried an invincible momentum, even against a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

Every time he saw her win, amid the cheers, Xu Zehua felt like someone was squeezing his heart. He wished that the next opponent would directly defeat Feng Jue and wear down her fighting spirit!

but

Unexpectedly, Feng Jue was so dominant all the way, even narrowly defeating a late Jindan opponent. That late Jindan opponent was also defeated by Xu Zehua, but when that opponent was defeated, Xu Zehua heard her say, "He is better than Xu Zehua."

Xu Zehua was furious, wanting nothing more than to prove himself in front of everyone and return the humiliation Feng Jue had inflicted upon him a thousandfold! But when he actually stood on the ring, the roaring flames made his heart tighten once again.

How could she act so quickly?!

"Mr. Xu looks down on me and still has time to be distracted? Then I must use all my strength." Feng Jue swung his long whip on the ground, leaving black whip marks wherever it went, and golden-red flames burned on the marks.

Xu Zehua's lightning flash appeared belatedly, and water vapor filled the air, instantly covering the ring. The lightning flash shuttled through the water mist, exerting seven out of his three-point strength!

The battle was extremely intense. This was also the most fierce battle in the Jindan stage arena. Not only did the two men not greet each other before the game, they both used all their strength as soon as they met.

"Why do I feel that these two people don't seem to be competing with each other, but instead want to kill each other?" A disciple shuddered and said in a low voice.

"The Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect and the Lanyang Palace have a lot of grudges, not to mention the previous fatal fight. Even though they say they won't pursue responsibility, they still harbor hatred in their hearts."

"Xu Zehua really lost face in Lanyang City, tsk tsk."

On the martial arts viewing stage, 03 leaned forward, and his green collar touched a fat bird, knocking it down. However, 03 had no time to save the bird as he stared at the leaping flames on the stage.

She thought of one thing. Since the Phoenix Arena competition, she had never seen the phoenix phantom.

"Huh, Huang'er's skills are even better than what I've seen before. It seems like she's about to break through?"

Siyi said, "The Palace Master has always worked hard, this is what she deserves."

Siyue smiled and nodded.

Siyue wasn't the only one watching the fight. Many of the people observing the fight gasped in surprise as they noticed the Feng Jue's increasingly powerful state. On the stage, Xu Zehua suffered repeated defeats, feeling uneasy and timid.

When a person retreats, it is the beginning of his failure.

Feng Jue sensed Xu Zehua's retreat and rushed forward with a sneer.

There was a faint flash of lightning rising and falling in the sky, which was louder than the lightning flashing within the barrier.

The arena's barrier served to isolate spiritual energy. The cultivators standing on the arena were forbidden from consuming soul-restoring pills; they had to rely on the spiritual power within their sea of consciousness to fight. Xu Zehua was trembling with fear. He could not see any signs of fatigue on Feng Jue's part. He only felt flames flashing around him, one after another. Wherever the whip blew, there was a blaze of flame!

His heart

When my thoughts were in a mess, I saw a fire whip coming towards me.

"not good!"

Xu Zehua was caught off guard, and the whip landed on his face, splattering blood and sizzling oil, tearing half his face. Cultivators have strong recovery abilities, not to mention he was a Jindan-stage cultivator, but the whip was extremely insulting. Xu Zehua was furious, but he couldn't resist the Phoenix Art at all. In his rage, he lost his composure, and his sword attacks were haphazard.

Feng Jue sneered.

Xu Zhuoli, who was watching the competition closely, frowned, his eyes filled with astonishment. "How could the Great Perfection be so extraordinary? Why would such a talent be born in Lanyang Palace?"

On the stage, another rain of fire fell, and Xu Zhuoli was forced into a corner, and the winner was already decided.

Feng Jue said slowly, "Friend Xu, are you willing to admit defeat?"

Xu Zehua clenched his fists, his eyes blinded by hatred. He looked at Feng Jue, who seemed to still have room for improvement, and said coldly, "Lose?"

"I'll show you who loses!"

After he finished speaking, he actually pulled out a bottle of pills from his arms and poured them into his mouth, ignoring the uproar in the audience. The high-grade soul-restoring pill was extremely effective, and Xu Zehua instantly gained spiritual power. Lightning flashed again, and he gathered all his spiritual power into the sword blade, using all his strength to strike.

03 said: "Warning! Violation!"

She leaped from the martial arts arena and drew out Jiuxiao. Suddenly, amidst the surging lightning on the stage, a soft chirping sound echoed. The phoenix spread its wings, striking back all the lightning. The flames surged, and Feng Jue, standing amidst them, remained invincible.

03 became even angrier. Her usually expressionless face was furrowed tightly as she gripped her sword tightly.

Cold frost instantly covered the flat ground beneath her feet.

03 whispered, "It's against the rules."

On the ring.

"Do you think I don't know?" Feng Jue smiled and licked the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

The long whip flew out, wrapped around the weapon in Xu Zehua's hand and threw it back at his feet. Feng Jue walked forward and sneered, "Without it, who are you?"

The golden shoes stepped on the thunder sword.

"No!" Xu Zehua roared, but saw the golden phoenix phantom wrapped in the Phoenix Secret spread its wings, and the phoenix eyes were cold and sharp, flying towards him with flames rising into the sky like a god staring at ants.

“Bang!”

The lightning sword shattered into two pieces, and the lightning stopped abruptly.

"Bang!"

Xu Zehua was knocked away by the phoenix and hit the barrier, falling like mud. His bones were broken and his life or death was unknown.

On the high platform, Lan Zhi frowned and said, "Xu Zehua of the Red Thunder Sword Sect openly violated the rules of the competition, and all his results will be invalidated; the rest of the Red Thunder Sword Sect

The disciple will be disqualified as well."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and released her spiritual power. The names of all the Red Thunder Sword Sects on the leaderboard turned into ink marks and dissipated.

The arena's barrier dissipated, and Xu Zehua fell from the arena. Xu Zhuoli roared and rushed forward anxiously, intending to attack Feng Jue! At the critical moment, 03 and Siyue fell one after the other, protecting Feng Jue.

The pressure from the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm spread out, pressing Xu Zhuoli so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

Si Yue said, "Master Xu, I have killed more gods than you know. You are a frog in a well and cannot understand the vastness of the world. You dare to hurt the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace, but you don't want to leave Lanyang City alive?"

Xu Zhuoli angrily shouted, "You, Lan Yang Palace, have gone too far! You killed my own flesh and blood in front of me!"

03 said: "He wants to hurt Feng Jue, he deserves to die."

Xu Zhuoli's gaze immediately shifted from Siyue to 03. The two looked at each other, one furious and the other indifferent.

03 raised his sword and pointed it at Xu Zhuoli's face, saying coldly: "I will fight you."

Feng Jue leaned over 03's shoulder, reached out and pressed down her sword, and said with a smile, "Master Xu, this palace master is a magnanimous person. Xu Zehua is so shameless that I spared his life. I only destroyed his spiritual veins and made him a useless person in the future. Do you want to thank me?"

Xu Zhuoli leaned over hurriedly and saw that Xu Zehua was still breathing. He quickly fed him a pill, then glanced coldly at everyone on the ring and left in anger. The other disciples of the Red Thunder Sword Sect were frightened and hurriedly followed.

Feng Jue stared at their backs, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

From then on, the Lanyang Palace and the Chilei Sword Sect fought to the death!

After watching such a thrilling match, cheers erupted from the audience. 03 hurried back to retrieve Jiuxiao's scabbard, and after sheathing the sword, they also began to applaud. Feng Jue smiled slightly, walked over to 03, raised his hand, pinched 03's chin, and made her look up.

I saw that on the scroll hanging on the mountain, under Lingren, there was an extra name.

[Lanyang Palace Phoenix Secret]

Feng Jue chuckled softly, leaning close to 03's ear. His voice was not as cold and sharp as it was on the ring, and he whispered softly, "Look, I am with your name."

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03Mao Huahua: Very good! (Applause)