Chapter 87 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (52)
He Yushu nodded slightly, and for Feng Ziang, this might also be an opportunity to express his feelings to him.
They packed their bags and set out on a journey to the Immortal Alliance Conference, completely unaware that what awaited them ahead were greater challenges and an unknown fate.
The majestic gate of the Immortal Alliance appeared before him. Feng Ziang took a deep breath and stepped in...
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The venue of the Immortal Alliance Conference was grand and majestic, filled with spiritual energy. However, as soon as Feng Ziang stepped in, he felt the subtle atmosphere.
Disciples from various forces gathered here, and the looks they cast were not entirely friendly. Instead, they were filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and even disdain.
He immediately spotted He Yushu, who was as cool as jade, in the crowd. He was delighted and was about to step forward, but he found that the people around him separated him like a copper wall and an iron wall.
Seemingly intentional or unintentional, those looks of contempt or ridicule all reminded him of his identity as an outer sect disciple. They were like an insurmountable chasm between him and He Yushu.
In the distance, Elder Sun's sinister gaze was like a thorn in the back, making Feng Ziang's heart sink. He had a premonition that this conference would not be a smooth journey.
The drawing ceremony for the competition began soon. Feng Ziang silently recited He Yushu's name in his heart, hoping to draw a good lot, at least to avoid facing a strong enemy at the beginning.
However, fate always seemed to like playing jokes on him. When he unfolded the note in his hand, the three words "Zhao Feiyang" were clearly written on it.
There was a burst of low discussions all around, mixed with a few laughs of schadenfreude.
Zhao Feiyang, an inner-disciple with outstanding talent, was also a leader in the early stage of foundation building. His first duel with Feng Ziang was undoubtedly a tough battle.
Zhao Feiyang glanced at Feng Ziang provocatively, with a scornful smile on his lips, as if he was sure of victory.
Feng Ziang felt the pressure from all around him, but he noticed that He Yushu's gaze was also on him, and there seemed to be a hint of worry and expectation in that gaze.
A sense of unwillingness to admit defeat surged in his heart. He straightened his back, met Zhao Feiyang's gaze, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.
"Heh, it seems someone can't wait to expose themselves." Feng Zi'ang waved his folding fan and said lightly, with a hint of provocation in his tone.
Zhao Feiyang snorted coldly, "You don't know your own limitations."
"It's still uncertain who will win or lose." Feng Ziang's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he tightly gripped the folding fan in his hand.
He took a deep breath and slowly circulated the spiritual energy in his body. A powerful aura emanated from him.
"Really?" A cold light flashed in Zhao Feiyang's eyes, and the long sword in his hand made a clear sound, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Feng Ziang, "Then let me see what you, an outer sect disciple, are capable of!" Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards Feng Ziang...
Feng Ziang's eyes dimmed, and he swung the folding fan in his hand violently...
The folding fan suddenly opened, like a peacock spreading its tail, and in the midst of the flowing light and color, it actually blocked Zhao Feiyang's powerful sword moves.
Feng Ziang's seemingly frivolous movements actually concealed secrets, and every swing just perfectly resolved Zhao Feiyang's attack.
Zhao Feiyang's swordsmanship was fierce and swift, and every move hit the vital points directly, forcing Feng Ziang to retreat again and again, looking desperate.
There was a lot of discussion among the people in the audience, and most of them thought that Feng Ziang was nothing special. After all, he was just an outer sect disciple and could hardly compete with the inner sect disciple Chu.
However, just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, Feng Ziang's lips curled up into a sly smile.
His body suddenly stiffened, and he stopped dodging and instead charged towards Zhao Feiyang's sword.
Everyone was shocked. This was simply courting death!
However, Feng Ziang's body was filled with spiritual energy at an astonishing speed. At the moment when Zhao Feiyang's sword was about to touch his clothes, he absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy and converted it into his own spiritual power. Then he turned his body to the side and avoided the attack at an incredible angle.
Zhao Feiyang's attack missed, and he became angry and attacked more fiercely.
Feng Ziang was no longer on the defensive. The folding fan in his hand was unpredictable, sometimes as sharp as a blade, sometimes as light as a feather. His moves were tricky and strange, making it hard to defend against.
The audience was dazzled by the performance. The laughter gradually disappeared, replaced by exclamations and praise.
Seeing that Feng Ziang had the upper hand, Elder Sun's face turned gloomy and he secretly made some moves. Suddenly, a trap flashing with dark light appeared under Feng Ziang's feet on the stage.
Feng Ziang seemed not to notice and continued to fight with Zhao Feiyang.
Zhao Feiyang was forced to retreat again and again by Feng Ziang's strange moves, and unknowingly he was approaching the edge of the trap.
Feng Ziang's eyes flashed, and he deliberately revealed a flaw. Zhao Feiyang was overjoyed when he saw this, and seized the opportunity to attack without hesitation, but he missed a step and fell into a trap.
"Ah!" Zhao Feiyang's scream echoed throughout the venue, and Elder Sun's face turned ashen in an instant.
According to the rules, if a contestant falls into a trap due to his own mistake during the competition, he will be judged as losing.
He made all the calculations, but ended up dropping a stone on his own foot.
Feng Ziang put away his folding fan, smiled at the people in the audience, bowed and said, "Thank you." Lin Wan'er cheered excitedly, and the other disciples also talked about it, and they were impressed by Feng Ziang's strength.
Feng Ziang's gaze passed over the crowd and fell on He Yushu, but he saw that He Yushu's eyes were complicated and difficult to understand. He just nodded slightly and turned away.
Feng Ziang walked off the stage. The people around him still looked at him with mixed feelings. A voice rang in his ears, "Brother Feng, congratulations. I didn't expect you to..." Feng Ziang turned around and saw...
Feng Ziang walked down from the stage. The looks from the people around him were still complicated. A voice rang in his ears, "Brother Feng, congratulations. I didn't expect that you would..." Feng Ziang turned around and saw Lin Wan'er looking at him with a smile, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
He smiled back politely, but his eyes looked across the crowd, anxiously searching for He Yushu.
Finally, at the edge of the crowd, he saw that familiar and cold figure.
He Yushu just nodded slightly, then turned and left. That cold profile pierced Feng Ziang's heart like a sharp knife.
At the lively Immortal Alliance Conference, cheers and discussions were heard one after another, but it seemed as if none of them had anything to do with him.
He felt like he was on a noisy island, feeling lost and helpless.
The next match started soon. Feng Ziang's opponent was a cultivator known for his defensive skills named Shi Lei.
Shi Lei was wearing a thick, khaki-colored robe, and he was as solid as a rock. Ordinary attacks could not shake him at all.
Everyone thought that Feng Ziang would adopt a strong offensive strategy. After all, his previous fighting style has always been known for its swiftness and fierceness.
However, Feng Ziang did not do so.
He began to circle around Shi Lei, his steps light and his figure erratic, like a ghost.
Sometimes he waved his folding fan, sometimes he flicked his fingers, seemingly without any method, but there was a mystery hidden.
Shi Lei was completely confused by him and tried to concentrate highly, but he still couldn't find Feng Ziang's attack point.
As time passed, Shi Lei gradually relaxed his vigilance, thinking that Feng Ziang was just bluffing.
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