Chapter 478 Strange Silence
Feiyu turned to look at her, eyes wide open:
"Master... the winner hasn't been decided yet, so why do you say I lost? If not, try again!"
The commotion here attracted many disciples, and they all looked at their master in surprise, not knowing why she said that.
Kong Zhao did not answer, but turned to another disciple:
"Yan Yan, come here."
A tall woman walked to the front of the crowd. She was wearing the same black short coat as Fourth Senior Sister Ling Zhou, black boots on her feet, and her black hair was tied up high. She looked very heroic.
The surrounding disciples let out a low cry of surprise:
"Master actually let Second Senior Sister fight with Junior Brother?"
"Second Senior Sister is the strongest among her peers in our sect! Master, are you serious?"
"By the way, do you understand what's going on with Junior Brother's knife? It doesn't seem to be just an ordinary magic weapon..."
"The question is, isn't it possible for Junior Brother to practice? Why are the magic weapons effective in his hands?"
Feiyu pursed her lips and reluctantly stepped off the stage:
"Master, you clearly know that I still have some strength left, why do you say that I lost?"
Kong Zhao watched Yan Yan walk into the martial arts arena and said:
"You can see it from the battle between the two of them."
Feiyu was slightly stunned:
"Master, do you think Junior Brother is strong enough to fight Second Senior Sister?"
Kong Zhao said calmly:
"Just watch."
On the stage, Xiao Changheng held the knife in his backhand and clasped his fists:
"Second Senior Sister, please teach me."
Yan Yan's face was cold, and he held a sword in his hand:
"Make your move."
Xiao Changheng didn't say much, just nodded and rushed forward with a knife.
His sword skills were powerful and sharp, while Yan Yan's sword skills were as agile as a dragon or snake.
There was another round of swordplay on the stage, and after more than a hundred moves, there was still no clear winner.
The disciples in the audience were a little dumbfounded.
"… Junior Brother can really fight back and forth with Second Senior Sister!"
"Is his swordsmanship so good?"
"Ah! Second Senior Sister has revealed her unique skills! Junior brother, be careful!"
"Hiss... Got it... Junior Brother, is it true that you can't practice? Have we been deceived for so many years?"
"Don't make a fuss. Look at him, apart from that knife, where is the spiritual power on his body?"
“Ah, this…”
Feiyu stared at the stage intently, pursing her lips tightly. After a while, she turned to look at Kong Zhao:
"Master, did you expect that Junior Brother could fight Second Senior Sister to a draw?"
If so, she really lost.
Kong Zhao's gaze remained on the stage, his expression becoming increasingly complicated:
“It’s not a tie.”
Feiyu turned her head and looked for a while after hearing this, not knowing what was going on, with a complicated look in her eyes:
"But Junior Brother doesn't have much trouble dealing with it. Master, do you still think he will lose?"
Kong Zhao did not answer her, but suddenly shouted to the stage:
"Chang Heng, why don't you use your full strength?"
Feiyu looked towards the stage in shock.
Yan Yan also heard this, his expression changed slightly, he turned around, the long sword in his hand shone brightly, and with one sword he slashed out three sword energies that rushed straight towards Xiao Changheng.
Xiao Changheng did not dodge or evade, but went forward with a knife in hand.
Yan Yan's pupils shrank, and he blurted out:
"Don't take it hard!"
There was also a sound of inhalation outside the venue.
But Xiao Changheng slashed with his sword, and the dark blade suddenly shone brightly. A beam of sword light went straight into the three sword auras, and the two sides collided with each other with a loud bang, and the sword light and sword aura all dissipated.
Yan Yan stared with her eyes wide open without reacting. Xiao Changheng had already quickly approached and put the knife on her neck.
The whole audience was silent.
Xiao Changheng put away his sword and saluted:
"Second Senior Sister, I'll give in."
Yan Yan looked at him steadily for a while and took a deep breath:
"The strike you just made was not your full strength."
Xiao Changheng lowered his eyes slightly:
"Senior sister is not an enemy, so stop there."
Yan Yan's cold face showed no expression. He put away his sword and turned around:
"You win."
There was a commotion among the silent crowd outside the stadium.
"Second Senior Sister admits defeat!"
"Junior Brother actually defeated Second Senior Sister!"
"Doesn't that mean we can't beat him?"
"Hiss... this is a bit against the will of heaven... how do you think he did it?"
"Don't you think Junior Brother is becoming more and more handsome?"
"Ahem...keep your voice down, people can hear you!"
Xiao Changheng: ...
Feiyu looked at Yan Yan who walked off the stage silently, her eyes full of shock. If that flash of sword had been used during the competition with her, she would have been seriously injured.
Xiao Changheng turned and walked down the martial arts stage, looking at Kong Zhao:
"Master, how is it?"
Kong Zhao looked at him with a complicated expression:
"You still have a set of armor that you haven't used yet, right?"
Xiao Changheng nodded:
“It didn’t work.”
He could have used his armor to block Yan Yan's three sword lights, but at that time an idea suddenly came to his mind. He wanted to try whether he could control the sword light accurately, so he did it without thinking.
Kong Zhao looked at him for a moment and suddenly let out a long breath.
"...Master?" Xiao Changheng was confused and waited for her judgment.
Kong Zhao looked at him, his eyes becoming more complicated:
"With your current strength, you can walk sideways among your peers."
The problem is that he has not practiced at all and cannot practice.
The magical weapons on him allow him to control them freely.
I'm afraid no one can do this except Yun Qingqing.
After listening to Kong Zhao, Xiao Changheng nodded slightly, seeming not surprised.
Kong Zhao dismissed the other disciples and took Xiao Changheng back to the room.
Xiao Changheng said:
"Master, I have something else to ask."
Kong Zhao looked at him:
"Go ahead."
He walked to the desk, picked up a pen and paper, and quickly wrote and drew on it.
Kong Zhao looked at the contents on the paper and his eyes suddenly widened:
"This is……"
Xiao Changheng put down his pen and handed the paper to her.
Kong Zhao was speechless for a while, then he spoke slowly:
"How long have you been practicing?"
Xiao Changheng lowered his eyes:
"More than a month."
Kong Zhao suddenly looked up at him, unable to believe it, but he knew clearly that he would not talk nonsense about such things, and he didn't know how to feel.
Xiao Changheng looked at her:
"Master, is there any way for me to accomplish this?"
Kong Zhao looked at him in shock for a long time, then nodded slowly:
"have."
Xiao Changheng's eyes lit up slightly:
"Really? Please tell me, Master, what should I do?"
Kong Zhao looked at him:
"With your knife."
…
Under the guidance of Murong Fuxue and others, Yun Qingqing came to a valley.
The moment she entered the valley, Yun Qingqing immediately felt something strange.
This place is located between the mountains, rarely visited by people, with insects chirping and birds singing everywhere, and you can also see many animals along the way.
However, after entering the valley, all the sounds of insects, birds, and animals disappeared. The air inside seemed to be frozen. Even the wind was unwilling to disturb the tranquility, and even the rustling of leaves could not be heard.
It's too quiet.
The valley is surrounded by mountains, the mountain walls are covered with moss, ancient trees are towering, and the sparse sunlight shines through, casting spots of light on the ground.
Yun Qingqing suddenly paused, then narrowed her eyes slightly and took a few tentative steps forward.
I can't hear my own footsteps.
She turned to look at Murong Fuxue and the others, only to find that these twenty or so people all had expressions of shock and a bit of panic on their faces.
Murong Fuxue's mouth was opening and closing, as if she was saying something, but no sound came out.
After trying several times without success, she closed her mouth and looked at Yun Qingqing with panic and helplessness.
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