As Leng Wuhen stepped onto the stage, a wave of heated discussion arose around him.
Ever since the great war between good and evil 20 years ago, when good won a tragic victory, all the powerful members of the evil sect have been killed or injured, and the young generation has become even more destitute.
Over the years, apart from Wang Bo who has just emerged, there are only Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion, and Leng Wuhen, the saint of Chiyan Peak.
It is conceivable how high Leng Wuhen's popularity is.
Especially the people from the Demon Cult, when they saw Leng Wuhen step onto the stage, they all started to cheer and hope that they could defeat Yan Feisha, the talented woman from Ziwei Lake, and win honor for the Demon Cult.
but,
Leng Wuhen stepped onto the stage with a look of hesitation on his face.
In the following battles, he also fought more conservatively, and seemed unwilling to use his full strength.
It was not until he was beaten by Yan Feisha and spit out blood that he finally became angry.
But he glanced at Wang Bo who was also watching the fight under the ring, and he forced himself to hold back.
Before Yan Feisha could continue his attack, he surrendered.
This result surprised everyone.
"Why did Leng Wuhen admit defeat?"
"He hasn't used his full strength yet, right?"
"It is said that Chiyan Peak has another powerful weapon. Why doesn't he use it?"
"Could it be that Zhong Chengkong, the Lord of Scarlet Flame Peak, didn't pass on the Twelve Flying Shadow Needles to him?"
Not only others, Yan Feisha's face was also full of surprise.
Amidst countless disappointed gazes, Leng Wuhen left sadly.
This side of the Nether Palace.
Hong Yue was also puzzled and asked, "What on earth is Leng Wuhen waiting for? Why doesn't he want to use the Twelve Feiying Needles?"
"It seems that many people have placed their hopes on the illusion trial!" Wang Bo said thoughtfully.
Leng Wuhen would rather admit defeat than use the Twelve Feiying Needles, for two reasons.
First, what is the unspeakable secret?
Second, they have more important goals than reaching the top ten and are unwilling to reveal their cards in advance;
"Is the illusion trial more meaningful than making it into the top ten?" Hongyue asked puzzledly.
"I don't know about that, but no matter what, this person is indeed very cunning. We should be more careful in the future!" Wang Bo said.
…
The location of Red Flame Peak.
"Wuhen, why are you doing this?"
Zhong Chengkong sighed, "Is killing Wang Bo more important to you than making it into the top three?"
"Master, this is my own choice!"
Leng Wuhen said in a deep voice: "I am determined to obtain Hongyue, so Wang Bo must die. If I use the Twelve Feiying Needles in advance, he might see the flaw!"
"Okay, although you choose to endure now and will not be among the top three, and will miss the wordless heavenly book in the original cave, but fortunately you are still young, you can still participate in the next Tianshan Forum." Zhong Chengkong comforted.
…
The competition continues.
After a round of fierce competition, the list of the top five finally came out.
They are:
Yue Xingchen, the young master of the Lie Ri Sect;
Yan Feisha, the talented woman of Ziwei Lake;
Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion;
Hongyue, the Saintess of the Netherworld Palace;
Wang Bo, deputy master of the Netherworld Palace.
This result was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.
In previous Tianshan Dao Forums, most of those who could make it into the top five were disciples of the righteous path.
Especially in the previous session, the only disciple of the Demon Sect who made it into the top five was Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion.
But suddenly, there were three demon sects and only two righteous sects.
Among them, the Netherworld Palace of the Demon Cult occupied two places.
At this point, the reputation of the Nether Palace in the Demon Cult has undoubtedly risen to another level.
"It seems that there is hope for the revival of our Holy Religion!"
"Indeed, twenty years ago, our Holy Church was completely defeated by those hypocrites of the righteous path. Add to that our own internal strife, and we thought the Holy Church would never recover. Now it seems that our Holy Church is still full of talented people!"
"Although Wang Bo's previous incarnation was considered a righteous person, fortunately, he has now gained enlightenment, abandoned the dark side and joined our Holy Church."
Although the Demon Cult has been plagued by internal strife, all the forces in the Demon Cult are sincerely happy to see three of its heroes make it into the top five.
On the other hand, the atmosphere on the righteous side was a little less harmonious.
"We finally suppressed the Demon Cult for twenty years, are they showing signs of rising again?"
"It seems that after the Tianshan Forum, it is necessary to start another battle to eliminate demons and defend the Dao!"
"Let's wait and see. Although the Demon Sect occupies three of the top five spots, Wang Bo is an exception."
"Yes, after all, he was forced by the Wang family to join the Demon Cult. If we can bring him back to the right path, the situation will turn in our favor!"
"The sooner the better, otherwise it will be difficult to bring him back after a long time!"
"But let me be frank. If he refuses to return to the righteous path, he must be eliminated as soon as possible. Otherwise, with his potential, he will become a serious threat to our righteous path as he grows."
…
Soon, it was time to draw lots to decide the opponents.
As a result, the opponent Wang Bo drew was someone he didn't expect.
Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion!
"Sir, it seems we are destined to be together!"
On the stage, Ni Qiuhuan smiled sweetly, "I originally wanted to fight alongside you, sir, but I never thought we would be standing on the same stage to spar!"
"Miss Ni, since we've drawn each other, it seems we can only compete to see who's better!" Wang Bo smiled bitterly.
He really didn't have much hostility towards Ni Qiuhuan.
Although Ni Qiuhuan was planning to secretly use the soul-control technique on him a few days ago, he later broke it with the sound of the piano. In order to apologize to him, Ni Qiuhuan did not hesitate to give him the Calming Pearl, one of the two great treasures of the Xianyin Pavilion.
This sincerity alone is enough to eliminate the hostility in his heart.
“No rush!”
Just as he was about to take action, Ni Qiuhuan hurriedly said, "Fighting with the young master would be pointless!"
"So what does Miss Ni mean...?"
Wang Bo was a little surprised.
If you don't want to take action, why come to the stage?
Could it be that he came here to chat with me?
The main thing is that there are countless people watching below the ring.
"Sir, you know that being able to talk with you and spend a little time with you is extremely precious to me!"
Ni Qiuhuan made no secret of her admiration for Wang Bo. "Young Master is a handsome man with outstanding talents in all aspects. But being able to become your confidant is definitely the greatest honor for countless women in the world!"
"Miss Ni, do you want to fight me and see who's better?" Wang Bo asked.
"Sir, are you so impatient?"
A hint of resentment rose in Ni Qiuhuan's beautiful eyes. "Ever since we met, you, I've been deeply attracted by your musical attainments and can't help myself. If you really want to fight me, how could I bring myself to do it?"
"Miss Ni, you're worrying too much!"
Wang Bo shook his head. "It's just a sparring match, not a life-or-death fight. Miss Ni, don't take it seriously."
Not wanting to waste time talking to Ni Qiuhuan, Wang Bo hurriedly summoned the Lingxiao Seal and took up a fighting stance.
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