Chapter 229 You guys from the Supreme Sect are really working hard

The last trace of calamity cloud receded, but the people of the Supreme Sect were still worried.

"How about...let's go?"

"It seems that Junior Master Uncle is really not coming."

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, "Now that you're here, just finish reading it."

Anyway, these guys were very excited watching the fight, and their excitement was no less than that of the monks who bought tickets to enter the venue.

He Gui lowered his eyes and smiled, "Indeed, watching these kids compete makes me feel a lot younger."

How energetic.

Feng Yi did not comment, "You are in your prime and still very energetic. You have to continue this work before Old Nine and Old Ten come back."

He Gui: ...

"Junior sister... could you please not say such spoiling things at this time?" He sat with his head down, glanced at the little cabbages beside him who had not grown up yet and were just gnawing on chicken legs for a silly smile, and sighed again.

When will this new crop of leeks grow?

The spiritual rain gradually stopped, and Ni Jinxuan was taken to another courtyard by Xia Tianwu to change clothes. The people behind her were gnawing on a chicken leg each, shouting that they were hungry.

Regardless of whether Lin Du comes or not, the draw for the competition has already begun.

Lin Du's luck was not as good as Ni Jinxuan's, and he had an opponent in the first game.

But Lin Du hasn't come yet.

There was a commotion in front of the podium. If Lin Du didn't come, there would be twenty-four people, and they would have to be rearranged.

Feng Yi stood up, planning to let someone go up to practice with him, since he was already here.

Yan Qing was just about to stand up when he saw a white arc of light in the air that ignored the forbidden flying formation in the stadium and swooped down directly from the stands at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor in broad daylight.

Yuan Ye thought thoughtfully, "Yan Qing, do you think this scene looks familiar?"

Yan Qing hissed, "Make a wish? Junior Master, come quickly?"

Lin Du was in a hurry, really in a hurry this time, so he used the formation to directly block the formation within a ten-mile radius of the venue. Otherwise, she would not be able to catch up if she passed by with her legs.

The blue-robed monk landed in front of the podium and bowed his hands to apologize, "I am Lin Du, the junior from the Supreme Sect. I'm sorry. I just came out of retreat and am late."

The people on the podium were startled and looked at the young man in front of them.

The reason is simple: Lin Du's appearance has changed drastically.

The facial features were still the same, but the previous black hair was gone. The white hair looked particularly crystal clear in the sunlight. There was still white frost on the eyelashes, and the dark black pupils were covered with abnormal white film, making the eyes pale like a snowman.

Just like...just like her master Yan Ye.

Yan Ye estimated that he couldn't even give birth to someone who looked so similar!

How can genes be passed down from master to apprentice? Could they really be biological children?

With a snap, the chicken leg in Yuan Ye's mouth fell out. He trembled and patted the hand of Yan Qing, who was also frozen beside him, "Is that our junior master? How come he has turned into a monster?"

Yan Qing ignored Yuan Ye's greasy claws and swallowed hard, "The face is the same, and the height is the same."

He Gui leaned forward slightly and frowned. Lin Du was...forcibly interrupting the retreat.

Lin Du blinked his eyes to remove the frost on his eyelashes. He was in a hurry to get out, so he didn't care about his image.

She had set the time three days ago, but as of yesterday, she had only absorbed half of the Xue Yuan Dan, which was still in her Dantian. Under the influence of the Xue Yuan Dan, her hair turned completely white and there was frost under her eyes. It took her some effort to forcibly interrupt the seal of the Xue Yuan Dan.

I don't think I can change my hair back to this shape anytime soon.

From the seats to the stands, the discussion of the crowd could no longer be suppressed.

"Is this Lindu?"

"Lin Du is not dead, but why is his hair all white? It is said that he overdrew his essence when he broke the formation last time. Isn't this... a problem with his longevity? His hair has turned white?"

"It could also be a technique. Isn't her master white-haired and grey-eyed?"

"...What kind of skill can turn a person blind?"

"Maybe it's a punishment from heaven... a punishment from heaven of fate."

Everyone was speculating, but the people around him all stepped away from Lin Du.

The reason was simple: I just felt a little cold, the kind of cold that went deep into my bones. It must be because I had forced myself out of seclusion and was unable to contain the spiritual energy in my body.

The people of the Supreme Sect are really hardworking.

Lin Du's aura was that of the late Tengyun Realm, and except for the people from small sects, basically everyone else around him had already reached the Great Perfection of Tengyun Realm.

The opponent looked at Lin Du and thought to himself that it would be better if he didn't come. Wouldn't this be a loss? It would be better for him to practice in seclusion at home. He couldn't even control his breath, so he must have an unstable foundation.

Lin Du's foundation is indeed not very stable. Now he can't control the spiritual power inward and can only release it outward.

The two men went up to the stage and saluted.

"Chixiao Sect's Yi Zhen is asking for a fight."

The Chixiao Sect consists mostly of physical cultivators and sword cultivators. The person in front of him is a sword cultivator who has reached the great perfection of the Tengyun Realm. He is also an orthodox disciple of the Chixiao Sect. He practices the core Chixiao swordsmanship of the sect and can be considered a young talent.

Lin Du narrowed her eyes slightly. Her eyes were still a little afraid of the light and couldn't adapt well to it. There was a layer of ice and snow in front of her eyes. Even the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water were not as blurry as hers. She was considered to have severe myopia and astigmatism.

No, this way I can't even see the exact location where the other person's sword is coming out.

She raised her hand and summoned the Floating Life Fan, intending to end the battle quickly. After all, the pure power of ice and snow was... too much, and she had to release some of it.

Yi Zhen raised his sword and stabbed straight forward. A streak of red fire burned in the air, but the sword energy had just gone out an inch when there was a crackling sound, smoke came out, and then it was extinguished completely.

Lin Du lowered his eyes slightly to show his apology. The extremely cold power of ice and snow can naturally defeat ordinary fire, even fire generated by sword energy.

A dazzling silver light was seen piercing straight at him. Lin Du sighed, released his consciousness, determined the direction, raised his hand and opened the fan, and with a click, the sword blade brushed against the iron fan.

Lin Du raised his hand and waved it, and the surging spiritual power was like a huge wave.

But the sword blade was lifted up heavily and could only be moved away. The next moment, Lin Du appeared in front of the man and swung it out.

Yi Zhen quickly stepped back to avoid the attack. The spiritual power of the man in front of him was extremely pure and cold. Even though his realm was one level lower than his, he was still able to suppress his swordsmanship. For now, he could only use the most powerful move of the Scarlet Sky Sword that he had learned.

Lin Du kept her eyes down the whole time, not for any other reason, but because the swords of these sword practitioners were all shiny and bright, and the reflection made it even harder for her to see the exact position, so it was better not to look.

But in the eyes of opponents and others, this look is just too arrogant and disrespectful.

Yi Zhen felt that he was being looked down upon, and anger rose in his heart. He mobilized all his spiritual power, and the long sword hummed, and then slowly turned red. His spiritual power rushed up to the sky, and his sword moves moved heaven and earth. The sky was originally clear after the rain, but now it was completely red.

Twelve red sword shadows fell from the sky, leaving no place to hide.

Lin Du looked up and whispered, "It's astigmatism. There are too many sword shadows. I'd better cover my eyes for a while."

As she spoke, the spiritual power that had been accumulated in the gap just now had already risen up along the fan, like waves rising from the sea.

Rather than a huge wave, it was more like an iceberg from the bottom of the sea rushing up into the sky. The spiritual power glowed with a cold light, smashing the twelve sword shadows into pieces, swallowing them up completely, and making them completely invisible.

Lin Du did not stop, but at this moment, he changed his footwork and approached Yi Zhen directly.

Yi Zhen hurriedly raised his sword to block and hit the fan directly, making a clanging sound.

The frost fell, and it instantly turned the faintly red sword into a strange blue-black color. The next moment, the frost climbed up the man's knuckles and wrists.

Lin Du still had his eyes downcast, and the folding fan slipped out of his hand, spun along the sword blade, and fell back into the man's hand, then moved forward and reached the man's neck.

Yi Zhen only felt a cold wind blowing on his face, and then the edge of his neck felt as cold as a sword blade brushing against human flesh, so cold that it hurt.

"You lost." Lin Du said calmly, and for the sake of politeness, he said, "Zhi Hantian is better than your Chixiao swordsmanship, so I won unfairly."

Yi Zhen saw the abnormal gray eyes under the man's heavy eyelashes and seemed to understand something.

He put the sword behind him and said, "I lost, Fellow Daoist Lin. Your eyes... you have won over me in this state. How can this be considered an unfair victory?"

"Thank you for your advice. It's my poor skills."

In fact, if his cultivation level is higher, the restraining effect of the extreme cold power will be smaller, and Lin Du’s victory is not unfair.

Lin Du nodded slightly, put away his fan, and walked down from the stage.

They were the fastest group to finish.

Yi Zhen was no longer annoyed at this moment. He thought that it would be nice to have a try with Lin Du next time. As long as they fought, he would know the level of his swordsmanship and whether he could fight for a chance of survival when being restrained.