Chapter 62 Let's Fight!
"Kid, don't listen to him, or you'll never find a Daoist partner in your entire life, hahaha!"
"For this pitiful amount of female favor, you might as well just forfeit the competition!"
"Maybe she'll be moved and become your wife!"
...
At this moment, many cultivators in the spectator stands started making jokes, making Shi Li on the stage feel a little embarrassed as he looked at the female cultivator opposite him.
"Everyone, please be quiet!" Feng Shen coughed lightly, stood in mid-air, looked at the disciples of both sides on the arena, and said, "Alright, let the match begin!"
"Little fairy, how about... you admit defeat? I'm afraid I'll hurt you!"
Which young man doesn't dream of love?
Moreover, Shi Li, being young and vigorous, was at an age where he harbored countless fantasies about the opposite sex.
The young woman opposite her covered her mouth and let out a silvery laugh, "Big brother, my name is Lan Yu. Please be gentle with me later."
A seductive smile appeared on her pretty face as she winked at him.
"Okay, sure."
Upon seeing this, Shi Li blushed unusually, then circulated his spiritual energy and said, "Fairy Lan, be careful!"
After saying that, he lunged forward, his thick arms clad in boxing gloves, and swung his fist at Lan Yu. Her sweet smile remained unchanged as she nimbly dodged the attack, stepping on his back and quickly retreating.
"Hehe, brother is really chivalrous. In that case, sister should return the favor." She took out the jade flute hanging from her waist and played a strange tune.
Suddenly, a series of musical notes rushed towards him, and in an instant, Shi Li stood motionless as if he had been frozen in place.
Ye Luo looked at his blank expression, clearly indicating that his mind had been controlled. "Could it be an illusion?"
Nan Muyin: "Yes, that's right. The Illusionary Sound Sect mainly uses illusionary attacks to disrupt the enemy's mind, thereby finding a weakness to kill them."
"Then why hasn't she made a move yet?" Ye Luo saw that the girl named Lan Yu was still standing not far away, her fingertips moving rapidly, but she showed no intention of making a move.
"It's not that simple. It takes her divine sense and spiritual power to weave an illusion to trap people. Naturally, she is not as powerful as those great cultivators who can do it with ease."
"Oh, I see." Ye Luo squeezed the Xuanji Fan in her hand, thinking that the spells of the Huanyin Sect were quite good.
If he continued to cultivate the "Great Divine Guidance Technique," learned a few musical instruments and songs, and then used his spare time to control some telekinetic weapons for attacks, wouldn't that be wonderful?
Suddenly, as Lan Yu's flute playing quickened, the person who had been standing straight on the stage collapsed with a thud, chuckling foolishly on the ground, his arms loosely embracing the air, and pouting as he kissed various things.
"Ew~" Everyone felt a chill upon seeing this, naturally knowing that the kid had fallen into an illusion. As for what kind of enchanting and beautiful scenes it was... only the people on the stage probably knew.
As time passed, Lan Yu slowly moved to his side, holding a dagger to his neck, signaling the end of the match.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Shi Li was carried away by his senior brothers from the Zhan Sect. On the way, he seemed to still be in the illusion, and actually hugged a burly man and kissed him several times, causing everyone to vomit violently.
Ming Cang suppressed a laugh and turned to look at the sect leader of Zhan Zong. He saw that the sect leader was so angry that his face was red and he was gritting his teeth. He looked like he wanted to beat him up right now.
"Hahaha, old man, don't be angry. That kid is quite sensible, at least he's more considerate than you, old man." The female leader of the Illusionary Sound Sect laughed unrestrainedly.
"Hmph, despicable scoundrel!"
"Tch, what an unromantic brute."
With that, the top four spots in Group A were determined. Feng Shen leaped onto the arena and announced, "Now, let's begin the Group B matches: Ten Thousand Swords Sect versus Thousand Medicine Island!"
As the two male cultivators jumped onto the stage, they looked at each other for a moment and then clasped their hands in a salute.
"Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Li Fei!"
"Thousand Medicine Island, Yao Sheng!"
After exchanging greetings, Li Fei took the lead, summoning several sword beams to attack the opponent.
Yao Sheng flicked out a bright yellow talisman, blocking the incoming sword light. He quickly retreated a few steps, as facing an enemy head-on was far too difficult for a pill cultivator.
With a wave of his wide sleeves, several small blue array flags flew out and clattered into the arena, and a huge magic array began to operate.
"Array cultivator!" Ye Luo's spirits lifted. This was the first time he had ever seen an array cultivator make a move. He wondered if he could learn something from it.
Nan Muyin: "He shouldn't be a formation cultivator; he's only learned a little bit."
"Yeah?"
“The conditions for cultivating array formations are too demanding, so few people choose to cultivate them as their main focus; most use them only to assist in combat.”
Seeing that Li Fei was trapped by the magic array on the arena, Ye Luo said, "It seems to be working quite well."
Nan Muyin shook her head and chuckled, "His magic array is not perfect and lacks the power of the five elements; it's just a facade."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Fei, who was trapped in the magic array, broke out of the array. With a flash of sword light, several sharp sword beams were sent out. Before long, Yao Sheng of Thousand Medicine Island voluntarily admitted defeat.
His actions were not criticized; in fact, it was quite normal for alchemists, since they were merely logistical support for the sect and wouldn't be sent to fight.
Ye Luo fell into deep thought. Just as Yin Bao had said, array cultivators were a useless profession in the early stages...
"Junior Brother?"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Ye Luo finally came to his senses and realized that everyone was looking at him.
Nan Muyin smiled and said, "It's your turn to go on stage."
"Oh, I'm off then." Ye Luo got up and walked towards the arena, waving to the spectators every now and then, his smug look was inexplicably annoying.
Feng Shen said with a look of disgust, "Hurry up and get on stage! What are you dawdling about?"
"This is a special entrance ceremony; you wouldn't understand."
"..."
Ignoring the speechless Feng Shen behind him, Ye Luo walked onto the stage and looked at the female disciple of the Beast Taming Sect who had been waiting for a long time. She crossed her arms and looked at him with disdain and contempt, looking completely confident of victory.
"Let's fight!" Ye Luo chuckled, unfolding her fan to reveal a 'yyds' (a slang term for a ...
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