Yan Huailiu, who was forced to change his route in order to find Little Lightning, is trying hard to reduce his presence and avoid being discovered.
After all, it's not a road I often take, so it's inevitable to get confused after taking a few detours.
Just when I was feeling worried, I suddenly heard Yu Ziheng's voice: "Big Brother is so awesome!!"
Senior Brother?
Yan Huailiu subconsciously turned around and just saw Gu Xingyun knocking someone off the stage with one move.
He almost dropped his jaw in shock. When did this kid become so powerful?
So you always pretend to be weak in front of him, right?
You are so good, Gu Xingyun.
His attention was drawn to it, and he observed the situation on the stage from a distance.
Gu Xingyun caught a glimpse of his actions out of the corner of his eye, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
He was worried that he didn't have the chance to prove himself in front of his master. He couldn't let his master think that he hadn't made any progress, right?
Originally, he thought this competition was boring, but with his master watching, Gu Xingyun instantly became excited.
Like a peacock with its tail spread out, he stood on the stage and tried his best to perform, even forgetting to hold back. Those brothers who challenged him gradually began to get injured.
But every time Gu Xingyun finished fighting, he would stand there and say calmly, "Next one."
Full of momentum.
The happiest person was Chang Sui. He was active around the injured disciples, feeding them medicine and healing their wounds one by one. In a short while, his little notebook had more than ten pages filled with notes.
"No, Senior Brother Gu's moves are too wild. It's impossible to predict his next move, and he doesn't even use a sword!"
A young disciple frowned and commented, "This is too fierce. I feel like Senior Brother Gu... has a bit of murderous aura."
"I think so too, Senior Brother Qiao. I don't dare to go up. I was beaten up by Senior Brother Ling a few days ago, and I haven't recovered yet!"
The younger children act like spoiled brats with the people around them.
The man looked at him and said, "I'll do it for you. I'm also curious about exchanging a few moves with Senior Brother Gu."
"Really? Thank you, Brother Qiao!" The younger brother looked grateful.
The competition on the stage was over. Gu Xingyun's face was already covered with sweat, but his figure remained upright. "Next."
Not far away, Yan Huailiu frowned and sighed: "What's wrong with this kid? What kind of reckless fighting style is this? If the sword is half an inch off, it can chop off his head. What is that thing he is holding? Why is he picking up branches everywhere? He doesn't know how to use a sword..."
As he was cursing, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his head: "What a terrible memory!"
I promised to compensate Gu Xingyun with a sword after I got out, but I actually forgot.
That secret room under Canghai Pavilion...seems to have a few good swords, right?
Those can always be used by Gu Xingyun, right?
When he got back, he went to get them all and let Gu Xingyun choose whatever he wanted.
What's the point of competing with others with a branch?
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the situation on the stage was one-sided, and Gu Xingyun was obviously not in the upper hand.
Yan Huailiu turned his gaze away from him and observed the disciple who was competing with him.
The disciple was obviously experienced in combat. Even from a long distance away, one could smell the bloody smell that had penetrated deep into his bones from years of fighting.
The branch in Gu Xingyun's hand had long lost its chance to resist, and he was forced back by the sharp sword every time he tried to reach out.
Seeing that the long sword was about to hit the fatal point, a red light flashed in Gu Xingyun's eyes.
Just as he was about to pull out his trump card, a figure stood in front of him, effortlessly defusing the tense situation.
"That's enough."
A cold voice sounded, and all the disciples immediately stood up and saluted in unison: "Master."
Yan Huailiu curled the corner of his mouth and responded to them, his smile almost sounding like crying.
Why did you jump out on impulse?!
How embarrassing it is to stand in the middle of the stage!!
Can you please stop looking at him?!
Unable to withstand so many passionate gazes, Yan Huailiu turned around decisively and focused all his attention on Gu Xingyun.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"It's okay." Although Gu Xingyun was touched, he still felt lost.
I actually lost in front of my master...
Would Master think he was weak and not want to wait for him to grow up...
"Well done, you've made great progress. I just lack some practical experience and a decent sword. I just need more practice, and I'm sure I'll win next time."
In front of a group of people, Yan Huailiu showed favoritism without any principles.
Gu Xingyun raised his head instantly and smiled brightly: "Yes, Master, I will work hard."
Yan Huailiu coughed, avoided his gaze, and turned to comfort the other person: "You did well too. You're still injured, right? Let Jingming take a look at you later."
Qiao Yan's body froze instantly, and he stammered in refusal, "Sect Master, no, there's no need to trouble Junior Brother Chang. These are just minor injuries and will heal quickly."
"No trouble, no trouble! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Chang Sui appeared out of nowhere, first greeting Yan Huailiu, then grinning foolishly at Qiao Yan: "Brother Qiao, why are you so distant? I said the day before yesterday that I would help you heal your wound, but you insisted that you were already healed. Fortunately, Master noticed it..."
The fighting spirit in Qiao Yan completely disappeared, and he looked like he wanted to die.
The remaining disciples looked at Yan Huailiu with increasingly fiery gazes.
Help, Master!
Do you feel our resentment?
Take your good disciples away quickly!
Yan Huailiu was so nervous that he took half a step back and almost bumped into Gu Xingyun's arms.
It's a bit scary. He knows that he shouldn't run around when he has nothing to do. Next time, even if Little Lightning grows wings and flies away, he will definitely not come out to look for him.
After racking his brains to come up with some polite words, Yan Huailiu quickly pressed his face which was about to twitch, and spoke in a low voice.
"The Yuxu Sect encourages its disciples to compete frequently, but remember to stop when necessary and try not to get hurt. If you do get hurt, you can always go find Jingming. He has plenty of medicine..."
As soon as he said this, the disciples' fiery eyes dimmed, and the entire competition venue was filled with dejection.
Yan Huailiu concluded awkwardly: "Okay, that's it, I won't bother you anymore, continue."
He wanted to use all his skills to escape from here, but in front of so many people, he still endured the discomfort and walked off the stage step by step.
Gu Xingyun did not hesitate and decisively followed him away.
Feeling the familiar atmosphere around him, Yan Huailiu's expression was visibly relaxed.
No one in the group would stop them.
Only when he reached the turning point did Yan Huailiu slow down his pace, lean his head against a big tree beside him and let out a long sigh.
Gu Xingyun looked at his movements curiously: "Master?"
Yan Huailiu stood up immediately: "Well, why did you think of going to the competition today? You don't even have a sword and you're fighting with others. What if you can't dodge..."
Gu Xingyun pressed his wrist with his hand behind his back, and then tentatively took Yan Huailiu's hand: "I just want to improve myself quickly. I'm sorry, I haven't fought well and disappointed Master."
Yan Huailiu's eyes were dazed for a moment, and the movement of shaking off suddenly stopped.
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