96 Chapter 96
Lu Qianfeng lay on the ground exhausted. He tried to get up several times but failed. The countdown in his ears passed mercilessly. He suddenly remembered the first time he participated in the sect competition.
At that time, he had just established his foundation. If he performed well, he would have the opportunity to become a personal disciple of an elder. He also tried his best in the arena, but unfortunately he was defeated by another disciple who had also just established his foundation.
"Lu Qianfeng, you have a sharp mind, but unfortunately, your sword is too weak." He still remembers the regretful expression and words of the elder who was watching the battle. Every time he wakes up in the middle of the night, he can think of this fateful defeat and the elder's comments.
"Your sword is too weak."
Why? How could this happen? Why am I so weak? I've already tried my best!
At this moment, just like that moment, he lay on the ground with a pale face and gave up struggling. He knew that he had missed an important opportunity again. From now on, he would become the ordinary disciple who suffered every day.
I am so unlucky. I’ll have to wait for a chance to visit Tianji Pavilion... He couldn’t help but smile bitterly in his heart.
Just when everyone thought he had given up, a loud cheer suddenly came from the corner:
"Qianshan! We will always support you!"
Qianshan is the simplified nickname of Qianshan Niaofeijue. It was a random nickname that Lu Qianfeng registered when he first started speaking in an Internet cafe. Later, as his fans gradually increased, he stopped changing it. Because it was too long, his fans simply simplified it to the first two characters when calling him.
This was the first time that Lu Qianfeng heard someone call him like that in real life. He couldn't help but look up in the direction of the voice. There were two or three people standing up holding up a sign with their name on it. They were really inconspicuous among the large group of Xuan Mo's fans, but each of them was waving the sign in their hands and shouting desperately, trying to convey their thoughts to the person lying on the ring.
Lu Qianfeng vaguely remembered that there were indeed a few comments in the comment section saying that they wanted to watch his game, but he didn't take it seriously.
After coming all this way, only to see me so utterly defeated, wouldn't they be angry? Why are they still cheering for me?
As if knowing what Lu Qianfeng was thinking, a fan holding a sign almost shouted himself hoarse:
"Qianshan, I am the flower of Gaoling! In my heart, you are the purest and most hardworking swordsman! Whether you win or lose, I will always support you!"
The most... pure?
No, in fact, he was not pure. He was thinking about making money, becoming famous, becoming a disciple of the elders, and becoming a great immortal. He practiced swordsmanship in order to achieve success and fame one day. He felt ashamed of such sincere and passionate emotions.
Anyway, things have come to this point. Before I get defeated, I should at least let those people who came from afar to support me see a pure battle, right?
"Enjoy every swing of the sword without any distractions. Only then can you be a qualified swordsman." The sect leader's warning on the day he joined the sect suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Three, two, one!"
Just when Ning Shu counted to the last number, Lu Qianfeng, who was lying on the ground, struggled to stand up again. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened his eyes again, his vision became extremely clear. For the first time, he took the initiative to attack his opponent. Kong Shao did not expect that he could still swing the sword, and he took a few steps back in a hasty response.
“Ohh ...
"Stand up! He stands up again!"
"Is this the sword cultivator? Damn, he's too handsome!"
"I don't know why, but I'm so moved! Tears are flowing from my eyes that have been dry for decades. Woo woo woo..."
"Sword cultivator! Charge! Charge!"
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room filled the screen layer by layer, and the shouts of the audience in the venue were almost blowing the roof off. Lu Qianfeng became more and more courageous in such overwhelming cheers, and gradually every limb of his body was filled with strength.
He forgot where he was, forgot the disturbances on the spiritual network, and forgot that many monks were watching him. In his world, there was only the sword in his hand and the opponent facing him, as if everything between heaven and earth had disappeared, and the only sound in the whole world was the crisp sound of swords colliding.
It feels so good! It feels so good!
Kong Shao's sword moves were impenetrable, and no matter how hard Lu Qianfeng tried, he couldn't penetrate even a little bit. The two sides fought back and forth for another quarter of an hour. Just when everyone's heart was in their throat, Lu Qianfeng suddenly jumped up by the iron chain on the edge of the ring, with the sword in his hand pointing directly at the opponent's chest.
Kong Shao quickly swung his sword to block, but after a long fight, his sword-holding hand was a little unsteady.
The clan leader had taken the microphone without anyone noticing. His tone was no longer the calm one he had at the beginning of the match. He was completely immersed in this thrilling fight.
"After a long and fierce battle, both Lu Qianfeng and Kong Shao have probably reached their limits. Now Lu Qianfeng wants to concentrate all his spiritual power to defeat the enemy in one move, and Kong Shao will definitely resist with all his strength. This is the move that will decide the outcome. I wonder who will come out victorious?"
The audience's eyes were all focused on the ring. Lu Qianfeng's sharp sword tip condensed spiritual power and stabbed hard, hitting the true energy shield condensed by Kong Shao's horizontal sword and unable to move forward an inch.
"Kong Shao is indeed a disciple in the late stage of foundation building. The true essence shield he condensed far exceeds the limit that Lu Qianfeng can break through. In this competition, he..."
"Wait a minute! Lu Qianfeng has a backup plan!" Taoist Wufeng, who had been keeping his composure, suddenly grabbed the microphone excitedly. "He's already formed the Big Dipper Sword Formation behind him without anyone noticing! Could it be that he's already devised a countermeasure against such a solid Zhen Yuan shield?"
So, under the curious or excited gazes of everyone, the seven flying swords arranged in a sword formation attacked a part of the shield at an extremely fast speed. The speed of each flying sword was so fast that even afterimages were left on the slow-motion big screen. At the beginning, Kong Shao could still barely resist, but soon he was defeated by such a high-intensity attack. The true essence shield shattered amid the cheers of the crowd, and in the end, only Lu Qianfeng was left standing on the field.
"So that's it! So that's it! I know! I know!" He raised the magic sword in his hand and shouted passionately.
His sword was too weak because his mind was too complicated.
The world became clear again at this moment. Lu Qianfeng felt that a mysterious connection had been established between him and the spirit sword in his hand, as if the spirit sword was alive and had the same joys, sorrows, anger and happiness as himself.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the spiritual energy on his body began to surge, and the bleeding wounds began to heal at an extremely fast speed.
"Contestant Lu Qianfeng achieved a breakthrough right on the battlefield! He successfully advanced to the late Foundation Establishment stage through this exhilarating battle!" The sect leader's voice trembled with excitement as he gripped the microphone. "As expected, all of our sect's disciples are exceptionally gifted..."
He was interrupted by Taoist Wufeng halfway through his words: "More important than this is the sword moves created by this disciple!
Faced with an enemy defense that's impossible to break through, he chose to face the challenge head-on, using his extremely fast attack speed to focus on a single point to break the defense. This method of forcibly creating a weakness to break a move is very rare and is worth learning from for other disciples! "
At this point, Taoist Wufeng's eyes sparkled, and he looked at the equally energetic Lu Qianfeng with a rosy face. "Looking at this disciple's skillful movements, I believe he must have practiced privately many times. It's not easy for him to have such insights at such a young age. I wonder where you got the inspiration?"
Oh, this exciting battle made him feel itchy. He hadn't paid attention to it for a while and didn't expect that the current sect competition would be so exciting.
Taoist Wufeng was thinking that after the competition was over, he would go and grab a few old guys from other sects and have a good fight with them.
Lu Qianfeng, whose face flushed red from being praised on the stage: ...
Of course, the inspiration came from cutting fruits. I was so excited just now that I mistook the opponent's shield for a thick-skinned durian at the end of the level.
Seeing him stammering and unable to speak, the sect leader assumed that this disciple was not good at speaking and was too nervous at the moment, so he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he stood up and announced loudly: "The winner of this competition is - Lu Qianfeng!"
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
"Lu Qianfeng! Lu Qianfeng! Lu Qianfeng!..."
The cheers of the audience and the celebratory ribbons fluttered and fell from the air. The defeated Kong Shao also came over to congratulate Lu Qianfeng: "This was a hearty battle. You taught me a lot."
Lu Qianfeng smiled and shook the other person's hand: "I also learned something important from this battle. Thank you very much."
As the first match of the preliminary round of the sword cultivation competition, the match between Lu Qianfeng and Kong Shao gathered popular elements such as "the weaker ones overcoming the stronger ones", "coming back from desperate situations", and "breaking through on the battlefield". It was soon edited into a compilation by cultivators from all sides and circulated crazily on the spiritual network. Even thanks to the public's extremely high attention to the sect competition, this match once rushed to the hot search list and became completely popular.
#Do you know a true swordsman? #
#Why don't you provoke sword cultivators#
#Highlights of the Sword Cultivators' High-energy Fights! #
Many monks who were not paying attention to this game clicked on it without knowing why, and were stunned by the high-energy mashup of Lu Qianfeng with BGM.
Accompanied by the solemn music of "Pozhenzi", Lu Qianfeng was knocked to the ground countless times with the sword in his hand. As the cold and ruthless countdown slowly sounded, he staggered to his feet with scars all over his body and swung his sword.
In the climax part with the fastest music rhythm and the most intensive drum beats, the scene of Lu Qianfeng holding the sword gesture and attacking the Zhenyuan shield with the sword appeared simultaneously. The speed of the sword swinging advanced in sync with the drum beats of the music, making the audience feel a breathless sense of oppression.
I will practice tomorrow: Damn, who is this?
Pie in the sky is so delicious: Ah! So cool! Sword cultivators like this really never let me down!
Fight until dawn: It turns out that the sword cultivation competition is still quite interesting. The preliminary round is so intense. I kind of regret not watching the live broadcast.
Bitter Fish at the Bottom of the Lake: I want all the information about this swordsman in the time it takes to stick an incense stick!
Gaolingzhihua (Author): I'm honored to introduce our handsome and highly skilled swordsman, Qianshan Baobao! A superb genius who made a comeback from desperate situations in the sect competition! Unlike other swordsmen, Qianshan Baobao has a sense of humor. Interested Daoists, please follow @千山鸟飞绝!
So, when Lu Qianfeng finally had time to open his account after watching all the preliminaries, consolidating his cultivation, and confirming the time for the next game, he was overwhelmed by overwhelming notifications and private messages.
The various dinging and banging notification sounds continued for a full quarter of an hour, and even the web page was stuck.
"What's going on... How come the Internet cafe is so slow after just a few days..." He entered the backend page with difficulty, then gasped in disbelief.
Number of fans: 523,018.
Oh my god! I remember the sect leader's junior brother who played Yan Chixia only had around a million followers? My fan count is higher than many of the Hehuan Sect's star actors. What happened in just a few days?
Just when he was still confused about what was going on, a system prompt that had never appeared before, bypassing all the various business invitations, jumped directly to the front row:
Hehuanzong Entertainment Media Co., Ltd.: Hello, young man, are you interested in signing with our entertainment company?
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