Chapter 67: The fifth page of the insidious! !
Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhao quickly covered his ears.
At the same time, Huixin let out a "Ha" sound, like beating a drum or striking a chime. The heaven and earth shook, and the sound waves spread to the audience. Those who didn't react rolled their eyes around, dazed and unable to recover.
"Not only does he possess the power of a dragon and an elephant, he can also use demon-breaking Sanskrit sounds." Meng Chengyin turned back in surprise, looking at the smiling old monk with a white beard beside him. "Master Wu Liao, your disciple is truly extraordinary."
Monk Wu Liao laughed a few times and said, "Perhaps in a few decades, she will be the one taking my place."
He was alluding to the title of Zhu Meng Wu Yue.
Meng Chengyin was even more astonished, wondering what extraordinary talent the young girl possessed that Wu Liao valued her so highly. He was also somewhat worried about his own daughter, wondering how Huixin and Caiyun would fare in their duel.
There is no doubt that Huixin won this round.
Meng Caiyun helped Meng Zhao down from the stage. A streak of bright red blood was running down his pale face, making him look pitiful.
Bai Heng squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Are you okay?"
Meng Zhao wiped it off with his finger, collected himself, and frowned: "Not bad."
Bai Heng threw him a pack of wet wipes and said, "Why don't you hide for a moment?"
Meng Zhao wiped his fingers carefully with a tissue, his brow still furrowed. "My ears can't escape again."
The competition was still going on. A few people were chatting and not paying attention to the situation on the field. When it was almost over, they heard an unfamiliar name being called out, and then they woke up as if from a dream and looked at a woman with long brown curly hair and wearing a plaid skirt on the stage.
"Ming Jue?" Bai Heng pondered, "Whose family is she from? Why have I never heard of this name?"
Meng Zhao: "You don't necessarily know everyone."
"No, I'm the one who filed the application form's feedback!" Bai Heng put her hands on her hips and said, "My memory is always correct. This person isn't on the submitted list at all!"
"Electronic invitations are just a formality," Meng Zhao said, not finding it strange. "Just like the electronic invitations someone sends out for a wedding, not everyone knows how to fill them out."
Meng Caiyun frowned, his expression somewhat serious: "This person gives me a strange feeling."
Wang Fengxu started cracking melon seeds: "What's so strange about that?"
"I can't explain it," Meng Caiyun stared at the woman. "Something feels a little off."
The woman named Mingjue looked like an alchemist, and she had just used a demon-suppressing method against the enemy, without showing off her skills, using a very mediocre method to win. But no one noticed that in the stands, Meng Chengyin's face darkened as he looked at the woman, and he was even a beat late in announcing his victory at the end.
Mingjue seemed to notice the other party's unfriendly gaze, but instead smiled and winked at the judges calmly.
After a few more games, the atmosphere gradually became more heated. The contestants were no longer just talking at the end, and everyone started to get serious.
"The next match is between Renshen and Guihai."
Wang Tianfu raised his hand joyfully: "Uncle Master, Renshen! Renshen!"
"What ginseng?" Wang Fengxu cursed as he climbed onto the stage. "You should go back and dig me some ginseng to keep me alive."
"Ren Shen black, Qingcheng Temple King Feng Xu. Gui Hai white -"
Before he finished speaking, a fat figure landed on the stage. Wang Fengxu looked at him, and both of them were stunned: "It's you?!"
The fat man immediately got angry: "Okay! It's you! Last time you lied to me that you were the cook at Qingcheng Temple. I ate your food and went to the toilet eight times a day!"
Wang Fengxu raised his hand and waved, cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "Haha, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."
The fat man and his enemy were extremely jealous of each other. He rushed over with a long whip from his waist. Wang Fengxu dodged left and right and ran directly around the stage. The two of them tossed around like an eagle catching chickens for a long time. The fat man could no longer bear it and swung the whip, sparks crackling: "I'm going to whip your dog's head!"
Wang Fengxu had nowhere to hide, so he pinched his fingers and made seals, and finally used the Five Elements Technique, causing the grass stems on the mountain wall to grow violently, and instantly twisted into a string around the whip, pulling it into a taut posture.
Bai Jing tilted his head and said in a flattering tone, "Your disciple's Five Elements Technique is quite impressive."
On the stage, Wang Suqing leisurely took a sip of tea, squinted at her own disciple with disdain, and said with a smile, "Director Bai, you're too kind. I know what level this kid is."
The wooden vines on the stage did not last long, and they shattered into sawdust all over the sky under the pull of the long whip.
Wang Fengxu thought to himself, this is not good. This time, the training ground is set up in a cave, with bare stone walls on both sides and no large trees in sight. The wood magic can only activate moss and weeds, greatly reducing its power.
He thought sourly, fire magic is still the best, you don't need to borrow anything, just use spiritual power to ignite, it deserves to be ranked first in attack power among the five elements.
"Hide, Wang Lanlan!" Meng Caiyun yelled from the audience, "What are you daydreaming about?"
At that time, the long whip came with a sound of breaking through the air. Wang Fengxu was unable to dodge in time, and his arm was still cut, with blood faintly visible.
Wang Tianfu jumped up anxiously: "Uncle Master! Use the talisman!"
Props are allowed in martial arts competitions, except for particularly dangerous contraband. For example, Taoist priests in Taiqing Palace and Miaoxuan Temple often use talismans in competitions.
Wang Fengxu turned around and threw out a thunder talisman. The fat man was also agile and whipped the talisman in half. The ice-blue lightning split into two streams and whizzed away from both sides of him like Moses parting the sea in the Bible, leaving two charred marks on the chessboard.
The fat man was shocked, as if he hadn't expected that he could resolve the situation so handsomely. He couldn't help but shout "Fuck".
"Entangle!"
Just as the fat man was stunned, several new wooden vines emerged from all directions and precisely wrapped around his wrists and ankles!
The fat man screamed "Ah" as he was pulled up into the air. His wrist loosened subconsciously and the long whip fell into the hand of Wang Fengxu below.
"You...what are you doing--!!" The fat man opened his eyes wide and smiled sinisterly at the young Taoist priest with a torn sleeve below him. The young Taoist priest played with the whip for a while, then held it tightly, moved his shoulders and swung it, like a prison officer in an ancient dungeon torturing prisoners, as if he was going to lift him up in the air and whip him.
Wang Fengxu swung his arms in a circle, a look of triumph on his face: "Three, two—"
"one!--"
At the last countdown, the fat man closed his eyes and stretched his neck, howling: "Give up, give up! I'm out! Out!"
There was silence on the field.
After a while, Meng Chengyin's calm voice rang out: "Qingcheng Temple's Wang Fengxu wins."
The fat man then realized that Wang Fengxu was just bluffing and he didn't even know how to use a whip.
Insidious!!
Meng Caiyun hooked his arm around Wang Fengxu's neck and laughed heartily: "You're so good! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bet on you to come last."
Wang Fengxu brushed her hand away angrily: "Forget it, just barely get through this round."
After several exciting rounds of competition, the winning teams had some familiar faces: Fang Ya from Changfeng Temple, Ying Siqian from the Ying family, Lan Huai from the Lan family...
Throughout the whole story, the two sides were evenly matched, but there were a few exceptions, such as Chu Ying's senior brother Mo Wu, who actually used drum beats instead of incense to summon the fierce and combative python fairy, who almost bit two big holes in his opponent's neck. It was only when Wang Suqing threw a tea leaf at him that he stopped.
"Who do you think is stronger, this Mo Wu or that Ming Jue?" Wang Fengxu asked.
Meng Caiyun: "It's hard to say. It seems that Mo Wu is stronger, but I always feel that woman is more terrifying."
"Next game, Bingwu vs. Yichou!"
Meng Caiyun took out a bamboo stick and confirmed: "It's finally my turn." Then he rolled up his sleeves, pushed his toes against the stone wall for leverage, and easily climbed up.
As they passed by, Meng Zhao raised his head and looked over, saying softly, "Be careful."
Meng Caiyun nodded at him and made a scissors gesture brightly.
"I am Meng Caiyun from Taiqing Palace. I have long heard of your great name." A young man in a blue Taoist robe landed on the stage with an ethereal air, stepping on a sword.
Wang Tianfu turned his head and asked, "Uncle Master, who is he? He looks very powerful."
Wang Fengxu snorted, "I don't know if Song Wen from Miaoxuan Temple is very powerful, but he's quite pretentious. He had to fly his sword just to walk two steps off the stage. How could he not be killed?"
Wang Tianfu: "That sounds sour, Uncle Master."
As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain, and two dragons in one pond. Song Wen has always been resentful about the fact that Meng Caiyun is the top newcomer in Xuanmen, and he has a secret idea of not meeting her. It can be said that Song Wen doesn't care about anyone else in the Taoist temple. He just keeps his eyes on Meng Caiyun. If he can beat her in a game, he might be happier than winning the championship.
"Hello, hello," Meng Caiyun narrowed his eyes and looked across at the other side. After a while, he said, "Uh, you are Xiao Song from Miaoxuan Temple, right?"
Song Wen's face turned pale for a moment, his eyes uncertain as he stared at her intently and uttered two words coldly, "Song Wen."
Is there anything worse in the world than finding out that your imaginary enemy, with whom you have been secretly competing for years, doesn't care about you at all?
Meng Caiyun actually didn't mean it. She made friends everywhere in the Xuanmen, and she could call out the names of everyone she met. The only exception was Song Wen. When she met him by chance in the past, he always walked away with a cold face and arrogance. So she only remembered that his clothes were from Miaoxuan Temple, and had no impression of his name at all.
She wanted to exchange a few pleasantries to make amends, but Song Wen had already drawn his sword: "Enough of the nonsense, let's get started!"
Song Wen's sword was somewhat unique. A closed indigo eye was carved into the hilt of the sword, but otherwise lacked any dazzling tassels or other ornaments. Against the backdrop of his elaborate Taoist robes, it seemed rather plain. His moves were not flashy, but each horizontal strike and each block was crucial.
Meng Caiyun used a peach wood sword to fight him. Although one was an iron sword and the other was a wooden sword, the fight was back and forth and there was no difference in the weapons.
"Wen Tian!" Song Wen shook his wrist and suddenly turned the hilt of the sword towards Meng Caiyun. At the same time, the eye engraved on the sword eye suddenly opened, the golden pupil shone brightly, and then he flew out and attacked Meng Caiyun.
Meng Caiyun instinctively sensed that the other party was suddenly filled with murderous intent. She rolled over to avoid the sword, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw that the Wentian Sword suddenly turned nimbly in mid-air, and without anyone holding it, it turned around and stabbed towards her head again.
It's actually spiritual energy sword control? !
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