Chen Yanshu opened the scroll of the four seasons at the moment when the waves rushed over. In an instant, all the waves froze into ice, like a lifelike ice sculpture of water waves.
A burst of cold air emanated from the arena, as if winter had arrived in an instant.
Si Junzhan despised Chen Yanshu. Why was he such a skilled swordsman doing all these things? Couldn't they just have a proper sword fight?
Si Junzhan had no choice but to use his sword to cut through the layers of ice. Chen Yanshu turned the scroll in his hand, and green vines grew on the arena, blocking Si Junzhan's way.
The people below the stage watched as the arena changed from winter to spring, and then from spring to autumn under the influence of the four seasons scroll.
But no matter how the scene on the stage changed, Si Junzhan always slashed with his sword.
How should I put it? I think the fight between these two was quite good, but Chen Yanshu's side was not very valuable for reference.
After all, they didn't have the Four Seasons Scroll, so they couldn't just stand there and control the scroll to create obstacles for their opponents.
Si Junzhan is a person who combines viewing value and reference value. He not only demonstrates his superb swordsmanship, but also shows his excellent on-the-spot reaction ability.
Although he was chopping the whole time, he did it with great skill and in a wonderful way.
It just lasted a bit too long, and it was dark before the fight even started.
Yun Feimiao yawned in the audience: "I don't know how long Senior Brother will fight with Senior Brother Shen."
Yun Feiyin smiled and said, "There's no time limit for the ring match. They can fight for three days and three nights without any problem."
"Can you still fight that long?"
Yun Feimiao had read the competition rules, but the specific requirements for the ring match did not seem to mention the competition time.
"Yes, as long as it doesn't last more than five days, the elders won't intervene."
"But the Seven Sects Tournament has been held for so many years, and there has only been one case where two people fought for five days and five nights, and that was three thousand years ago."
Yun Feimiao looked at the two people on the stage with no clear winner, and suspected that they would probably fight for five days and five nights.
Yun Feimiao watched for another day and night. He was very excited at the beginning, but became drowsy later.
Although the fight between the two was quite exciting, and the arena was like a painting, with not only spring, summer, autumn and winter going through each other, but also the lonely smoke in the desert and the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
But thinking that they might fight for five days, Yun Feimiao felt very tired and fell asleep on Xie Yang's shoulder without realizing it.
Every time Xie Yang saw Yun Feimiao sleeping, his heart softened and he wanted to go over and kiss her, but today Yun Feizhuo was sitting not far from them, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
Three hours had passed when Yun Feimiao woke up again. He looked up and saw that the two people above were still unable to determine the winner, and he couldn't help but yawn.
He turned around and looked at Xie Yang again, and said with a smile: "When I fell asleep just now, Afeng seemed to be in this position."
"When I woke up, Afeng was still in the same position. Isn't he stiff?"
Xie Yang said with a smile, "You were in seclusion for two years before. Don't you have to meditate frequently? Don't you maintain the same posture when meditating?"
Yun Feimiao nodded: "It's like this when you're meditating. After all, your mind is completely immersed in cultivation."
"But when I'm not practicing, I can't maintain the same posture the whole time."
"Unless I lie down and sleep all the time."
"But even when sleeping, you have to turn over occasionally."
Speaking of sleeping, Yun Feimiao couldn't help but think about how Xie Yang looked when he slept.
He remembered that Xie Yang's sleeping posture was not very honest when he was a child. No matter how straight he was before falling asleep, they would always hug each other after falling asleep.
However, after growing up, Xie Yang slept very soundly and could stay in one position without moving the whole time, which amazed Yun Feimiao.
Yun Feimiao pinched Xie Yang's shoulders and said with a smile, "Ah Feng, why don't we go on stage and compete later?"
"Sure." Xie Yang said with a smile, "How many days do you plan to compete?"
Yun Feimiao hesitated: "Can't we just fight and make a quick decision?"
Xie Yang shook his head: "I think it's difficult."
When the strength is equal, it is possible to fight for a long time. It is said that the two who fought for three thousand years fought for five days, and in the end they could not use their spiritual power.
The two of them lay on the ground, you hit me and I kicked you, neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and neither of them dared to close their eyes, and this went on for two days and two nights.
Xie Yang estimated that if they still had the strength at that time, the elders would not stop them, but they insisted on fighting even in that situation, and in the end they were kicked down one by one by an impatient elder.
Yun Feimiao was conflicted. Actually, second place was pretty good too?
If the fight really lasts for five days and five nights, wouldn't he be exhausted to death?
But he really wanted to fight with Xie Yang, not for any other reason, but because he was curious about what it felt like to give it his all.
He played four or five ranking matches in the past few days, and felt that the difficulty was greater than before, but he never gave his all.
This is actually not a good idea. If he never encounters exhaustion, he may not be able to accurately assess what to do when he encounters it in the future.
"Have you thought about it?" Xie Yang asked him.
"I've thought it through." Yun Feimiao nodded solemnly, "We still have to fight."
"Okay." Xie Yang's expression was as solemn as his.
Yun Feizhuo, who was sitting not far behind them, couldn't help but hold his forehead, feeling that his two younger brothers were indeed still children who had not grown up.
I don’t know what’s wrong with them, but when they chat, they like to imitate each other’s expressions, movements and tone. It feels like kids playing house.
Yun Feimiao said seriously again: "Then Afeng can't let us off the hook. We all have to go all out."
Xie Yang nodded and said, "Okay."
Yun Feimiao asked again: "I am full of sleep, do you want to rest for a while?"
Xie Yang shook his head: "No need."
Sect Master Chi’s awakening talisman has not expired yet, and he is now full of energy every day.
He used to practice every minute and hardly ever slept.
But when he really couldn't sleep, he began to miss the feeling of sleeping.
"Okay, let's go."
Then, everyone saw Yun Feimiao pulling Xie Yang happily onto the arena.
Everyone: ...
No, isn't that how young couples play?
There were actually people holding hands on the fighting stage. They really opened their eyes.
"Oh no! Xiao Qi is going to compete with Xie Yang!"
Yun Feiyin jumped up from his seat in an instant and teleported towards the audience seats of the Jindan group. As soon as he sat down, Yun Feiyin started shouting.
"Xiao Qi, go ahead! Beat up that Xie guy!"
After shouting, he sent a message to Yun Feimiao.
"If you really can't bear it, just spank him."
"There's a lot of flesh there, so it'll only hurt a little when you hit it, and there won't be any aftereffects."
Yun Feimiao: ...
No, no, no, he couldn't bring himself to touch that part in public!
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