Chapter 11 After abandoning the rebellious villain 11 "Get out of the way——"
Qingyun Mountain.
The elite young generations of the four major families have gathered here, and now is a lively time.
In fact, similar competitions were held in the Xuanshu world every few years, but the organizers were different. They were all planned by the most powerful families.
Only since more than ten years ago, due to the influence of ghost disasters, the world of mysterious arts has been on the decline, while the Chu family is thriving, so this time it is on the Chu family's territory.
Feng Lingwu did not participate in the competition as a member of the Feng family, but as a casual cultivator without any sect or school, so basically no one cared about him.
After all, this kind of competition claims to invite all the young talents in the world of Xuanshu to participate, but in fact the top three places are all monopolized by people from the four major families. Independent cultivators like Feng Lingwu are just there to serve as cannon fodder and keep up appearances.
When Zhao Nan knew that Feng Lingwu was coming to participate in the competition, he immediately took leave and accompanied Feng Lingwu. He was a little nervous when he saw the crowds of people around him, but he still did not forget to comfort Feng Lingwu.
"Lingwu, don't be afraid. Even though there are many of them, geniuses are loners. You will definitely get first place."
Feng Lingwu's mouth twitched: "How can you tell that I'm nervous?"
Zhao Nan wiped his hands on Feng Lingwu's clothes and said dryly, "Okay, I was nervous." He wanted to cry but couldn't. "Before we came, no one told me there would be so many people. They all look so impressive!"
Feng Lingwu pulled out his clothes expressionlessly and played with the dagger that had been with him for many years: "I will win."
"You're a loser? How can you win? Hahahaha——"
Before Zhao Nan could respond, a ruffian with permed yellow hair and a leather jacket came over with a cigarette in his mouth. The rings and chains on his body jingled with every step he took.
He was surrounded by a number of lackeys, all of whom looked at Feng Lingwu with disdain.
"Look at how shabby you look. If you don't know me, you might be a stinky beggar who crawled out from nowhere."
"You're in that state, and you still dare to participate in the competition? I think you're here to get yourself killed, right?"
"Feng Lingwu, I haven't seen you for many years. You seem to be a little bolder now. You even dare to come to Qingyun Mountain. So, are you planning to stab someone with that broken dagger of yours?"
How could Zhao Nan agree to this? He shouted, "Who are you? You're the loser. I think you're all losers. Not only are you losers, but you're also extremely foul-mouthed!"
The yellow-haired man sneered, not taking Zhao Nan seriously. With a bang, a cluster of flames ignited in his hand, and he threatened: "I'm talking to that loser. How dare you, a lowly mortal, interrupt me? Believe it or not, I will burn you to death and make you disappear from this world!"
Looking at the jumping creature, Zhao Nan was shocked: "You dare..."
Huang Mao: "Why wouldn't I dare? I'm going to burn you!"
"Really?" Feng Lingwu pushed Zhao Nan away and protected him behind him. The dagger in his hand was casually put on his waist. With a snap of his fingers, the fire suddenly ignited and turned into a fire dragon that soared into the sky and rushed straight into the face of the yellow-haired man.
The dragon's roar shook the earth.
Under such a huge fire dragon, Huangmao's fire was no match for him. As the fire dragon rushed towards him and was about to burn him to ashes, a six-petal ice shield suddenly appeared in front of Huangmao, blocking the attack.
Chu Xiangzhi came slowly and stood in front of the yellow-haired man. His face was pale and weak. He smiled and said, "Lingwu, please show some mercy. For the public, my Chu family is the host of today's competition. Please give me some face. No matter who has a grudge, it will be decided on the field. You shouldn't fight from behind the stage. For personal reasons, you and he are from the same family. No matter how harsh his words are, he is still your cousin. As his brother, you should be more tolerant."
Huang Mao immediately hid behind Chu Xiangzhi and said, "That's right."
It's just funny.
Feng Lingwu was even more unruly than he was five years ago, not giving Chu Xiangzhi any face at all: "Since you said it, he is my brother, this is a family matter. If I beat him up, what the hell is it to you?"
Chu Xiangzhi: "Lingwu, you have to know that this is Qingyun Mountain."
Feng Lingwu said bluntly, "Then he should be thankful that he is in Qingyun Mountain. Otherwise, I would never let him go."
Huangmao: "You..."
Feng Lingwu raised his eyes to look at him: "Hmm?"
Huangmao lost his temper instantly.
Feng Lingwu snorted disdainfully and turned away.
Seeing the man walking away, Huangmao spat out the cigarette in his mouth with a "Puh" sound and shouted, "You should be thankful that this is Qingyun Mountain, otherwise I will never let you go..."
At this time, the young master of the Feng family hurried over.
Looking at Feng Lingwu's departing figure, Feng Weiyu's face was sinister, and he asked Huangmao, "What's going on?"
Huangmao stammered and didn't dare to speak.
Minister Chu, who was standing nearby, smiled and said meaningfully, "It's been years since we last met. The Feng family is truly full of talented people. I just saw Lingwu's Fire Dragon. It was so majestic that even Young Master Feng might not be able to use it."
Feng Lingwu is the former young master of the Feng family, and Feng Weiyu is the current young master, so it is inevitable that they will be compared.
In the past, Feng Lingwu was a loser and everyone treated him as a joke.
But now Chu Xiangzhi actually said that he was not as good as Feng Lingwu, which was a slap in his face.
Feng Weiyu said with a forced smile, "After all, he is a member of our Feng family. I am very happy for Lingwu to become so powerful."
"Young Master Feng is very generous," said Prime Minister Chu approvingly. "If the previous head of the Feng family were still alive, given Lingwu's strength, this competition wouldn't necessarily be held at our Chu family's Qingyun Mountain, but at yours."
"Your Feng family has a great chance of winning this competition."
Chu Xiangzhi praised them on the surface, but in fact, between the lines he was talking about how powerful Feng Lingwu was and how good the Feng family was under the leadership of the previous master.
Feng Weiyu, who was already jealous, was furious. Although he endured it, his expression was so ugly that it could drip water: "Thank you very much for your kind words, Young Master Chu."
Chu Xiangzhi smiled and nodded: "You guys chat first, I'll leave first."
Feng Weiyu: "Slow down."
Huang Mao said, "Brother, don't worry. Feng Lingwu only knows those scare tricks. You are so powerful, you will definitely be able to beat Feng Lingwu to a pulp!"
If it were in the past, Feng Weiyu would naturally feel the same way, but today is different.
Although Huangmao is a bit of a bastard usually, his strength should not be underestimated. However, he has no power to resist Feng Lingwu.
Coupled with what Chu Xiangzhi said today, how could Feng Weiyu feel balanced? He is the young master of the Feng family. If he is really stepped on by the loser Feng Lingwu, how can he have the face to go back to the Feng family?
It would be better to just hit your head and die.
No, just in case, he must find a way to get rid of Feng Lingwu.
Thinking of this, Feng Weiyu motioned for Huangmao to stand closer: "Come here, I have something for you to do."
Huang Mao immediately flattered him: "Brother, you said, go through fire and water, I will do it for you."
Feng Weiyu: "When the competition comes, you will be like this..."
…
"Lingwu, you beat that yellow-haired guy so hard that he couldn't fight back. It felt good, but what if they retaliate against you? I don't think they are good people."
Feng Lingwu: "Zhao Nan, the world of Xuanshu is not as simple as you think. It's a world of the jungle, and the victor is king. If I let them bully you today, they will go even further and want to kill me tomorrow. There are few good people in the Feng family. Blindly tolerating them will only make them continue to look down on us."
Moreover, Feng Weiyu regards him as a thorn in his side, so why doesn't he also regard them as thorns in his flesh?
So it is only a matter of time before we fight to the death.
Zhao Nan lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable: "But I'm really afraid of getting you into trouble."
Zhao Nan didn't want to go through what happened five years ago again.
Feng Lingwu didn't want to either.
Feng Lingwu: "You are my brother, I am not afraid."
Zhao Nan was instantly moved to tears: "Lingwu——"
Feng Lingwu immediately moved away and said with a look of disgust, "Get out of the way, crybaby."
"..." Zhao Nan's tears were instantly held back.
The game will start soon.
The stadium was surrounded by huge crowds of people, and the number of participants was like a swarm of fish crossing the river. The competition was very thrilling and exciting.
At the end of the day, only forty people advanced.
Basically, they are all people from the four major families, among which the Chu family accounts for the largest proportion, followed by the Feng family, and finally the Zhang family.
As for the Zhuge family, it seemed that something happened in the clan. Only one elder represented the Zhuge family as a judge, and the younger generation all stayed in the family, which was also strange.
Among all the contestants.
Among them, the favorites to win the championship are Chu Xiangzhi, the young master of the Chu family, Feng Weiyu, the young master of the Feng family, Zhang Ningyan, the twelve-year-old young master of the Zhang family, and Feng Lingwu.
Among them, Zhang Ningyan is gifted and has superb skills, but she ultimately suffers from her age, so we will not mention her for now.
As for Feng Lingwu, he went from being a waste to becoming one of the top 40. Although everyone had a new opinion of him, the people he met next were all geniuses from the four major families, so basically no one was optimistic about him.
…
This match is between Feng Lingwu and Huangmao.
There was actually no suspense in this match. After all, before the match, Huangmao was burned by a fire talisman from Feng Lingwu and screamed in pain. This matter was known to everyone.
So within five minutes, Huangmao couldn't hold on any longer, sweating profusely and retreating step by step.
Just as Feng Lingwu was pressing forward, Huangmao suddenly knelt down with a plop and shouted, "Wait a minute!"
This sudden action made Feng Lingwu stunned for a moment. At this moment, the yellow-haired man suddenly threw out a talisman, and a faint flame ignited, burning Feng Lingwu's palm and causing it to tremble. Then it was immediately shattered by Feng Lingwu's palm.
Feng Lingwu, who was ambushed, suddenly had sharp eyes and kicked the yellow-haired man in the heart. With a wail, the yellow-haired man flew out of the arena, hit the ground hard, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.
The Feng family hurriedly helped Huangmao up, cursing non-stop:
"This heartless thing actually treated his own brother so harshly!"
"Does he still remember that he is a member of the Feng family?"
Even some of the judges couldn't help but frown and said:
"This Feng Lingwu is indeed powerful, but he is so cold-blooded and heartless, with no regard for friendship at all. How can he be a member of the Feng family at all?"
"If the Xuanshu world falls into the hands of such a person, wouldn't it be doomed?"
Feng Lingwu ignored this and walked off the stage calmly, not even bothering to give them a glance.
Feng Weiyu in the audience clenched his fists upon seeing this, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Feng Lingwu, wait and see, I will make you pay the price."
…
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or someone did it on purpose.
Just after Feng Lingwu advanced to the top 20, the first opponent he met was Feng Weiyu.
One is the former young master of the Feng family, and the other is the current young master of the Feng family. Now they meet on a narrow road in this competition, which is bound to be a good show no matter how you look at it.
Everyone was very interested, and a large number of Feng Weiyu's fans around shouted loudly, asking Feng Weiyu to teach Feng Lingwu a lesson.
On the other hand, Feng Lingwu had nothing. A group of people mocked him and wished that Feng Lingwu would fall into the mud again, unable to get up, and could only cry bitterly. It was just like when he was kicked out of the Feng family that year, in a miserable state.
Feng Weiyu curled his lips and smiled, pretending to be considerate of Feng Lingwu and said, "Lingwu, you can't beat me. If you keep fighting, you will get hurt. It's better for you to just admit defeat. No one will laugh at you then."
"If you get hurt, I, as your brother, will feel bad too."
As soon as these words were spoken, the audience erupted in excitement.
"Mr. Feng is so kind! If I had a brother like him, I would have beaten him to death long ago."
"At this time, Master Feng is still concerned about this loser. He is too kind."
Even the elders on the judging panel couldn't help but praise him, saying, "Repaying evil with kindness is a good thing."
All these whispers fell into Feng Lingwu's ears. He did not feel sad, but instead his heart was full of ridicule.
A bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites.
Feng Lingwu said coldly, "You don't need to feel bad. If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Or has Young Master Feng spent all his time practicing his skills over the years on his mouth?"
Feng Weiyu frowned: "Lingwu, you are so disobedient. It seems that as your brother, I have to discipline you."
"Who do you think you are to discipline me?!" Feng Lingwu threw out an explosive talisman without hesitation. There was a loud bang, and Feng Weiyu was forced to retreat several steps.
The talisman was very powerful. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his arm would have been blown off on the spot.
Thinking of this, Feng Weiyu threw out several lightning-inducing talismans.
He can't lose, absolutely can't lose!
The sky was dark and overcast.
The lightning-inducing talisman seemed to come alive, forming a barrier around Feng Lingwu, trapping him inside and making him unable to move.
And above his head, countless lightning crackled, which was extremely terrifying.
The people in the audience didn't expect that Feng Weiyu would use such a powerful lightning talisman at the first move. It seemed that he intended to crush Feng Lingwu from the start and end the game quickly.
After all, Feng Weiyu had used similar methods before, and he always won great victories.
Feng Weiyu: "Destroy!"
Countless black thunders as thick as arms smashed down and struck the place where Feng Lingwu was. Thunder and lightning swept across the entire competition arena. Amidst the flashes of lightning and fire, powerful forces surged. Everyone had to cover their eyes and could not see what was happening on the stage at all.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder and lightning dissipated, and the stage was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything.
Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads: "Is he still alive?"
"If you don't die, you'll be disabled, right?"
"Wouldn't it be better to admit defeat earlier? You're courting death..."
"Heh, you deserved it. I thought there would be some exciting competition. Turns out it was just a sham."
Just as Feng Weiyu raised the corners of his lips and was waiting for the referee to announce the victory of the match, a black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, and a dagger flashing with cold light suddenly stabbed at him!
Feng Weiyu was unable to dodge and could only catch it with his bare hands.
The clouds and mist dispersed, and Feng Lingwu was not only unharmed, but was even able to fight back!
Everyone gasped and looked at the scene in disbelief.
Feng Weiyu's face was extremely grim. The dagger pierced his palm and blood kept dripping down: "How is this possible? Why are you okay?"
Feng Lingwu said with disdain: "Of course it's because you are stupid and weak."
Killing people and destroying their hearts is nothing more than this.
This sentence completely angered Feng Weiyu, causing him to fall into a rage. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said coldly: "I originally wanted to give you a quick death, Feng Lingwu, but you are looking for death. In this case, don't blame me for being rude."
Feng Lingwu narrowed his eyes and kept pressing the dagger down: "What do you mean?"
Feng Weiyu smiled strangely: "What do you think?"
The next second, Feng Lingwu's abundant spiritual energy was instantly depleted, and his entire body became sore and weak. He saw that the palm of his hand, which had been attacked by the yellow-haired man, was now emitting black energy. The black energy penetrated into his dantian, his lungs, and finally blocked his meridians.
Feng Weiyu sneered: "Go to hell!"
As the voice fell, Feng Lingwu was blown away by a huge spiritual power, and his body slid backwards in a mess. He was about to fall off the competition stage. Feng Lingwu gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, half-knelt on the ground, and stabbed the dagger into the stage to slow down. The dagger and the ground created dazzling sparks and stopped at the last moment.
Sweat dripped onto the back of his hand, and Feng Lingwu was shaking all over. He endured the severe pain and tried to draw the talisman.
But it was completely useless. Every time I drew the talisman halfway, it would fall apart due to lack of spiritual power.
Feng Lingwu couldn't even activate the talismans that had been drawn in advance.
"Feng Lingwu, you brought this upon yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for coming to Qingyun Mountain and provoking me without knowing your place!"
Feng Weiyu's talisman transformed into a long sword, and with spiritual power, it transformed into a white dragon. Feng Weiyu shouted, "Break it for me!"
The dragon raised a tremendous amount of spiritual power, which turned into an arrow and flew towards the Fengling Wumian Gate!
Zhao Nan's heart-wrenching cry came from the audience: "Feng Lingwu! Get out of the way!!"
But Feng Lingwu's mind was in a mess, his body was numb and stiff, he couldn't move, he couldn't hear anything, he didn't know anything, he could only watch Feng Weiyu attack him.
Just when everyone was eagerly waiting, thinking that this match would be a foregone conclusion, a snow-white scroll suddenly flew out and opened like a door slowly opening.
A young man in a white robe floated out from the scroll, his pair of glass eyes gently opened, looking at the white dragon, his clothes fluttering, his hair dancing, like an immortal who was not tainted by the mundane world. Most importantly, he was standing right in front of Feng Lingwu.
Just like five years ago.
Fu Wei stood in front of him again.
Fear, panic, shock, and pain came like a storm, instantly tearing apart the chaos in Feng Lingwu's mind. He frantically squeezed out a trace of consciousness and yelled:
"Get out of the way—"
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