Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Chen Qian turned his head and looked towards the stands...
The grand gathering with thousands of people was packed, but there was only the rustling of voices. The wind made the bright red flags flutter, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Atop the high platform of the Immortal Alliance Competition, a burly man over nine feet tall surveyed the surrounding stands. With each step he took, dust scatters beneath his feet, and the platform creaks with a piercing sound, as if it will collapse at any moment.
“Ouch, ouch…”
A young disciple in a light purple sect uniform lifted up the seriously injured man. He was a pampered young man from a wealthy family. He was injured and angrily shouted, "Damn it! Be gentle!"
The middle-aged man next to him shouted angrily: "Shut up! You're a disgrace!"
The people in the stands on all sides took in the entire scene, but no one laughed at the defeated and embarrassed young man.
It’s simply because the person on the stage is too strong.
The Immortal Alliance Competition is attended by all the young and promising talents from various sects. Winning the competition will not only bring glory to their own sect, but also make them famous among the immortal sects in Jiuzhou. It has always been an event that young people are eager to participate in.
This year, an uninvited guest came to the competition.
A rough and rude cultivator with brute force.
At first, no one took this man seriously, but as more and more people fell into his hands, the onlookers began to get interested.
More and more people were defeated by the independent cultivators, and the young men from noble families who had previously been arrogant and unwilling to fight gradually became serious.
The first young man from aristocratic family to be defeated.
The second one, the third one...all failed.
This casual cultivator seems to have only brute force, and his body is huge and his movements are slow, but in fact he has extremely quick reactions, a meticulous mind, and is ruthless.
Some people had their arms broken, some had their legs limped, and some had their life swords broken into two pieces, almost causing their spiritual faith to collapse.
Blood smeared the platform, dyeing the carved wood carvings, which had faded with time, bright red.
The exchanges that had always been gentle and polite had turned into a fight with swords and lives to be taken.
The precious son of an aristocratic family, who enjoyed the support of the sect and had superb cultivation built up from countless secret books, elixirs and magic weapons, was easily defeated by a little-known casual cultivator.
The faces of the sect leaders were all very ugly.
The competition requires a decisive moment, and the winner must not hurt anyone at will, let alone destroy someone's life-saving magic weapon or cut off their path in public.
This independent cultivator had no sect or school, and acted recklessly and cruelly, which made a group of young cultivators very angry, but they were also afraid of his abilities and could only glare at him.
Some cultivators also saw that this man had a high level of cultivation. Although he was a casual cultivator, he could make these arrogant sons of noble families feel humiliated. They did not show it on their faces, but in their hearts they had already leaned towards the casual cultivator and just hoped that he would pick all the outstanding people in Jiuzhou.
At that time, Xuanqing Sect and Brahma Temple were evenly matched in strength. Gu Wuchen glanced at Master Kongwen who was meditating with his eyes closed, and seeing that he was unwilling to say anything more, he had no choice but to stand up.
"This fellow Daoist probably isn't very familiar with the rules of the Immortal Sect Competition. The competition is meant for sparring. Please show some mercy afterwards."
The wandering cultivator looked at Gu Wuchen and snorted, "Bullshit! What the hell is this talk of mercy?! Are you afraid of the great Nine Continents Sect?"
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar.
Some cultivators were enraged and were about to rush onto the scene: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who's afraid of you?"
"Hey calm down, he doesn't understand this!"
"You can stand this cowardice, but I can't! Let me fight him! I'm not afraid of death!"
Amidst the clamor, the wandering cultivator looked at the enraged young cultivators with a half-smile, a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.
Although the younger generation was angry, no one dared to go on stage again.
If the older generation or already famous cultivators were to take action, the competition would be unworthy of its name and would only cause people to laugh at it.
The mockery in the casual cultivator's eyes deepened, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He looked around and laughed heartily, "Thank you, Immortals! It seems that today's champion is—"
Before he could finish his words, a gentle voice sounded behind him.
"Wait a minute."
The casual cultivator turned around and saw that the person who came was a slender cultivator. He was wearing a purple robe with a gold belt, a purple and gold crown on his head, and a nine-section steel whip with a dark glow in his hand.
Her eyebrows and eyes are majestic and bright, but she is a woman.
She has a noble air all over her body, she is gorgeous and dazzling, not because of her gorgeous clothes or jewels, but because of the arrogance she has developed since she was a child in a high position.
Someone in the stands screamed, "Miss!"
The eldest daughter of the Tianshu Sect, and the successor personally trained by the Sect Leader.
The Tianshu Sect has been intermarrying with the royal family of the mortal world for generations. The eldest daughter of the Tianshu Sect, Meng Yaoguang, is also a princess of the mortal world.
Although cultivators are above the mundane world, they cannot escape from the distinction between family backgrounds. Meng Yaoguang is not only a noble lady from an immortal family, but also a descendant of the Human Emperor, making her truly noble beyond words.
The casual cultivator narrowed his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth: "Such a beautiful girl, crushing the peach blossoms, it's really a pity, but I can't help it."
Meng Yaoguang actually smiled back, "Fellow Daoist, I'd like to ask for your advice."
With a tap of her toes, she appeared before the wandering cultivator in the blink of an eye. Her movements were graceful and agile, even more graceful than those of many other children from aristocratic families.
The casual cultivator wielded the sword, but due to his bulky body, his sword seemed a little slow to move, but he was extremely strong, and when he added spiritual power and chopped it down with the sword, it was as if a mountain was collapsing.
In the past, when the cultivators from the aristocratic families fought against him, they all took the approach of using softness to overcome hardness, and lightness to overcome heaviness. It seemed very wise, but once the independent cultivators saw their flaws and locked their bodies with their five iron-like fingers, they realized the despair of being unable to turn over.
One force can defeat ten skills.
Meng Yaoguang's movements were so fast that it was dazzling. The two of them had exchanged hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye.
The casual cultivator seemed a beat slow, but in fact he was extremely sensitive to details.
Caught off guard, Meng Yaoguang was grabbed by his arm.
The wandering cultivator curled his lips and smiled, with a hint of affection: "So it is a flower with thorns."
There was a burst of gasps from the stands, and many people stood up anxiously, staring at the two people on the field.
Meng Yaoguang was at a disadvantage, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He smiled and said, "Daoyou, you are too concerned about flowers."
The wandering cultivator's eyes narrowed, and the nine-section steel whip came down with the force of wind and thunder!
In a flash, the wandering cultivator let go and quickly retreated.
Meng Yaoguang's steel whip suddenly stopped, it turned out that it was just a feint. She stepped on the shoulder of the casual cultivator, used the force to flip in the air and landed on the ground, then held the whip in both hands, pressed forward step by step, and chopped down with the steel whip like a knife.
The casual cultivator raised his sword to block.
Sparks flew and wood chips rose up. Meng Yaoguang forced the wandering cultivator to bend his legs and step through the wooden platform.
The field was silent for a moment, and all the onlookers held their breath. The only sound in their ears was the metallic vibration of the collision of fine steel and pure iron.
The independent cultivators are extremely strong.
And Meng Yaoguang, the pampered eldest daughter of Tianshu Sect, who looks slim and slender, is actually even stronger!
One force can defeat ten skills.
Practitioners practice their skills and hone their sword skills, but few people work hard on their mortal bodies.
After all, when one’s cultivation level is high, one can move mountains and seas with one move, and even the strongest body will be very weak in comparison.
But today, this independent cultivator used his great strength and cultivation to force these young cultivators to the point where they had no power to fight back.
However, he never expected that he would meet an opponent who seemed the least likely to be his equal.
The steel whip was as powerful as a knife, falling down with great force. The wooden platform became a ruin wherever the two men passed by, sparks gushed out, and the sound of "clang clang" of collision resounded in the clear sky.
The casual cultivator was ultimately unable to withstand this terrifying force and was forced to kneel on the ground. There was still a faint glint in Meng Yaoguang's eyes. He turned his wrist and used the steel whip to cut off one of his arms.
Blood splattered, and a drop of blood fell on Meng Yaoguang's fair face, and she frowned.
The steel whip was pulled upwards, as if to wrap around the cultivator's neck.
The man finally panicked and his face turned pale in an instant. He heard a strong wind blowing past his ear, and a few broken hairs flew down.
Meng Yaoguang put away the whip and took a few steps back.
He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, the Immortal Alliance does not tolerate physical violence. I am cutting off your arm to seek justice for the Daoists who were previously punished. However, firstly, the winner is king, and the loser is simply because they are inferior in skill. Secondly, we did not explain the rules to you in advance. I believe that since you do not belong to any sect or school, you probably do not know these things."
"I wonder if you can accept this?"
The wandering cultivator staggered to his feet and gave Meng Yaoguang a deep look, his eyes filled with admiration. He bowed his head and said, "I'm convinced. Thank you, Fairy, for not killing me."
There was a moment of silence in the stands, and then thunderous cheers broke out.
"Meng Yaoguang! Meng Yaoguang! Meng Yaoguang!"
The young cultivators were so excited that their faces turned red and they shouted Meng Yaoguang's name in unison.
On the Xuanqing Sect's side, Chen Qian and Chu Liangxiu were sitting on Gu Wuchen's left and right. Yao Ning had a low status, so he could only sit in the back and look at Chen Qian from the corner.
When Meng Yaoguang was fighting with the wandering cultivator, she saw Chen Qian's eyes fall on the woman on the high platform, and he rarely showed some admiration.
Yao Ning frowned, curled his lips, snorted and turned away.
I couldn't help but look at the stands.
She was jealous and sad, and she wished she could jump onto the stage and join the wandering cultivator in defeating Meng Yaoguang.
Just as he watched, his jealousy gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help but lean over and worry for Meng Yaoguang.
Meng Yaoguang won, and she subconsciously cheered along with the people around her.
She saw Meng Yaoguang raise the steel whip in his hand, and amid the thunderous roar of the whole crowd, he raised his head and said with high spirits, "Tianshu Sect!"
There was a moment of silence from the Tianshu Sect, and then a resounding response that shook the heavens erupted: "Tianshu Sect! Tianshu Sect! Tianshu Sect!"
"Meng Yaoguang! Tianshu Sect!"
"Mrs. is mighty!"
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Yao Ning was uncontrollably attracted by the proud yet indifferent figure. He felt that every move of this woman was noble, elegant and touching.
She stared blankly, feeling warm in her heart, and for the first time she had a desire to get close to a stranger.
She couldn't help but wonder, would she be able to be as dazzling as this person in the future?
Is she as capable as she is, yet humble and generous?
As she thought about it, she felt sad again.
Only a woman like this is worthy of Shen Qian.
Compared with Meng Yaoguang, she was just a rat hiding in a dark ditch.
She felt bitter and uncomfortable, feeling both inferior and yearning. She stared at Meng Yaoguang's figure and whispered with everyone around her, "Young Miss is so majestic!"
On the field, Meng Yaoguang bowed to all sides, thanked everyone with humble and appropriate words, and then seemed to glance in the direction of Xuan Qingzong inadvertently. A ripple appeared on the lake of his heart that was as calm as water when he just fought against the casual cultivator.
Then she froze.
The person she was thinking of didn't look at her.
Shen Qian turned his head and looked to the other side of the stands.
Meng Yaoguang's eyes flashed, and he followed his gaze, only to see a touch of dazzling color like a flame in the white uniforms of the Xuan Qing Sect.
She met a complicated yet admiring gaze.
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