Chapter 627 True Prodigy Showdown
As soon as this punch was thrown, the entire territory of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance fell silent.
But the woman looked extremely calm and slowly retracted her fist: "Let's go back."
The fighting representative of the Five Elders Association also had a trace of fear in his eyes, followed the peasant woman, and slowly disappeared in the view of the viewing mirror.
It was not until the pinnacle of the godhood named Xu Jing from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance woke up from his coma with a dazed look on his face that the people watching the battle came back to their senses from their shock.
"Huh! That old woman is so strong!"
"This punch seems to wipe out the avenue!"
"Did any of you see clearly how she did it?"
Including Li Fan, the spectators kept replaying the scenes just recorded by the viewing mirror.
However, even if the video was slowed down to the extreme, it was still impossible to see the peasant woman's movements clearly.
He felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then the shadow of a fist appeared. Xu Jing was already suppressed by the force of the fist and completely passed out.
"Three punches from a peasant woman, and the sky falls and the earth collapses."
Even the commentator seemed shocked by the punch. After a long moment, a sentence slowly appeared on the mirror.
"Three punches from the peasant woman? Doesn't this mean that she still has two punches left to use?"
"Hiss, this first punch can easily suppress a genius like Xu Jing. If all three punches are used, who can resist it?"
"Shuo Feng is definitely not good enough, so what about Di Lu Wu?"
"Di Luwu is too fast. The peasant woman may not be able to hurt him."
"I don't think so."
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Amidst everyone's discussions, the first day of competition finally came to an end.
The final draw result seemed to be a good start for this "friendly exchange meeting".
But then, as time passed, the results of the remaining competitions such as Dao, Weapon, Array, Pill, and Talisman all unexpectedly ended in a draw.
The atmosphere gradually became weird.
If the first and second days of the competition were a draw, it could still be explained as a coincidence.
Then for six consecutive days, all the competitions were like this...
The meaning behind this is quite interesting.
It seemed that the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Council had secretly reached some kind of agreement and were jointly sending some kind of signal to all cultivators.
A signal of peace.
Either way, the two sides seem to be evenly matched.
If the war were to start again, it would be hard to tell who would win. At best, both sides would suffer losses.
In this case, is there any need to fight?
Then all the monks in the world suddenly realized that the so-called "friendly exchange meeting" was actually just a large-scale performance show.
I'm afraid the final result has already been decided, and even every fight is carried out according to the script.
It only costs 100 contribution points to watch the excitement. In addition, you can also repeatedly try to figure out the process of the battles of the geniuses and gain some insights.
For the vast majority of monks, it is not a loss.
Moreover, this performance seemed to set the main tone of "peace" for the period of time to come, which finally made the monks feel much more at ease.
Therefore, some time after the friendly exchange meeting ended, the monks' discussion on it was still not concluded.
"I think the geniuses who participated in this competition are just like this. They are strong, but they are not beyond our imagination. Now I am at the Nascent Soul stage. After I break through, I may be able to fight with them!"
"That's right. Take the nine-year-old Di Lu Wu for example. He is still young after all. Judging from his fighting style, he is just a little faster. If we think about it carefully, we may be able to find a way to restrain him."
"I had the same thought. Does it seem like it's not an illusion?"
"We should work hard to practice. Maybe next time we have a chance to perform, we can also perform and become famous."
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Just when all the cultivators in the world thought they could do it again, Li Fan received a message from Immortal Lord Hongxi.
"The real competition between the two sides is about to begin. Do you want to come and watch?"
Li Fan's heart moved slightly.
"A real competition? What do you mean, sir?"
Hong Xi replied in a lazy tone: "This friendly exchange meeting is divided into two parts. On the surface, it is a performance-like competition with the results already determined."
"Both parties participating in the competition must not display strength that would cause despair or fear. Now that the war has just ended, it is time to replenish fresh blood. It would be bad if their enthusiasm for cultivation is dampened."
"So, in fact, neither side tried their best in the competition."
"But privately, we have to really determine the winner and find out the bottom line of both sides."
"The entire process of the competition needs to be kept confidential. Each state only has two remote viewing spots. Ziyun is watching on site, so one spot is left vacant."
Immortal Lord Hongxi explained.
Li Fan heard this and agreed immediately. At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved.
He also felt that the performance of those geniuses was somewhat unsatisfactory. Although their skills and techniques were indeed amazing, no one could display a great magical power that would amaze people.
With equal strength, let alone comparing with Li Fan, I'm afraid even Zhong Shentong who masters the seven-colored divine light may not be able to win for sure.
Now it seems that there is indeed something fishy going on.
Li Fan arrived at the Governor's Hall, where Hong Xi had already been waiting.
He knocked on the table gently, and in an instant, the scenery of the world changed.
From Congyun Fairy City, moved to the top of a mountain in the sea of clouds.
Li Fan was shocked at first, but seeing that Hong Xi didn't seem to have any ill intentions, he chose to wait and see.
"This competition is about to begin. There will be no explanation. It all depends on how much you can understand."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the sea of clouds in the distance rolled, revealing a large square seal.
The pattern engraved on the seal seems to be somewhat similar to the scenery of Cong Yunhai.
At this moment, the seal projected a ray of light upwards, illuminating the sky.
The next moment, two figures suddenly appeared.
Not only are the images completely realistic, but even their aura and pressure seem to be real.
It was as if a huge mountain suddenly pressed down on him, and Li Fan almost bent over and suffocated.
The magical power in the body flowed slightly. It was not at full strength, but just slightly reduced the burden.
Li Fan stared closely at the two figures standing above the sea of clouds.
One of them was extremely similar to the nine-year-old god who had appeared earlier. Even their clothes and weapons were the same.
But he looks younger, only five or six years old.
"Please teach me!" He spoke in a baby voice and looked very cute.
But when he started to attack, Li Fan's face turned pale with anger.
He just gently grabbed the void in front of him, and instantly thousands of silver rays fell between heaven and earth.
While completely dyeing the world into a silver kingdom, it also seemed to transform the area around him into a kingdom under his control.
In Li Fan's perception, the area ahead seemed to have become an independent world.
"I'm afraid that the effect of my insect-binding ability will be greatly weakened in here."
An idea suddenly emerged in Li Fan's mind.
(End of this chapter)
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