Chapter 90: Accusing the Young Master of Flying
On the day of the competition, the area surrounding the ring was an unprecedented spectacle.
As the biggest dark horse in this competition, Yue Ji had won all the battles without losing a single one. However, the opponents he had faced before were all from small sects, so although his record was amazing, it did not attract much attention.
But things are different now - there is a rumor of "murder" that suddenly appeared, and Qi Qing has been stirring up trouble these days, leaving his name among the participating monks, so today's arena is packed with people.
No matter whether they were monks participating in the competition or not, even a few deacons and disciples who were supposed to be on duty at other arenas, all quietly squeezed over here, and the auditorium was crowded.
Song Wen and Song Wu were sweating and wanted to say something, but they stopped talking. Qi Qing could see what they were thinking. He turned around and asked the person who was stretching his muscles next to him, "Are you nervous?"
Yue Ji looked calm, not even an eyebrow moved: "It wasn't me who did it, why are you so nervous?"
His tone was so calm as if he was just a spectator, and he didn't seem to be shaken by the rumors at all. He walked straight to the stage after the event.
Many people were whispering when they saw this. Some thought he was too cold-blooded, while others were secretly shocked by his composure, as he remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe - could it be that the death of that disciple really had nothing to do with him?
"Fellow Daoist Yue."
Across from him, Huo Shi, dressed in a tight suit, also slowly stepped onto the stage, his eyes sharp as a knife: "I have been waiting for this for a long time, and finally the day has come for me to fight you."
Yue Ji nodded and said, "I don't have any expectations."
Huo Shi's face froze for a moment, then he laughed at himself: "I thought this was an opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding, but it seems I was just being too sentimental. Fellow Daoist Yue, I really don't want to believe that my junior brother and you..."
At this point, he seemed to suddenly realize that he had said something wrong and stopped talking. Instead, he showed a bitter expression and said, "Forget it. The dead are the greatest."
There was a sudden commotion in the audience - these words were clearly implying that Yue Ji was closely related to the death of the Xuantian Pavilion disciple!
Countless eyes immediately focused on Yue Ji, but the young man in black just asked calmly: "Your junior brother? Who?"
His tone was extremely cold, as if he was talking about a stranger on the street.
Several disciples of Xuantian Pavilion immediately became red-eyed and stared at the arena.
Huo Shi widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe someone was so cold and indifferent: "Of course it's the blue-clothed disciple who came to watch your games every day! How could you not remember him? How could you not remember him! "
Yue Ji glanced at him lightly, "Do I have to remember every person who came to watch my game?"
Before he finished speaking, many people's expressions changed.
This person is so cold-hearted! Not only does he not feel guilty, he doesn't even have the slightest bit of sympathy!
Huo Shi's expression instantly turned to sorrow, and he closed his eyes: "My brother, how pitiful it is that you still miss him till your death... You really chose the wrong man!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.
Huo Shi actually confirmed the rumors in public and directly pointed the finger at Yue Ji for the gossips of the past few days!
Qi Qing was listening to these words in the audience and couldn't help but squint his eyes, carefully sizing up the affectionate young master of Xuantian Pavilion.
This person's acting is poor, and there is no sign of deep sorrow over the "murder" of his junior fellow apprentice. Instead, a fleeting look of jealousy and hatred appears.
It is true that he is a genius of Xuantian Pavilion and the youngest person in the sect to reach the Spirit Transformation Stage, but when facing Yue Ji, who has both the appearance and strength and is a hot topic, he has no competitiveness.
There is no way, Long Aotian’s configuration is maxed out, even if his father is replaced, he still can’t beat him.
Many people showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and it was obvious that they believed it to about 70%. Qi Qing was quite troubled. Yue Ji was usually so good at acting, why didn't he just pretend to act now?
On the stage, Yue Ji turned directly to the presiding elder and nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready.
Huo Shi's face turned pale with disregard. Even the people watching the game couldn't help but say, "This boy is so arrogant!"
"This is a competition arena," Qi Qing glanced at the man sideways and said in a gloomy tone, "Why don't you get straight to the point? Are you going to have a verbal fight?"
The man was confronted and was about to retort, but when he turned around and recognized Qi Qing, he shut up in disappointment.
The presiding elder looked at Huo Shi, who touched something in his arms inconspicuously and then put on the fan at his waist.
Taking the hint, the elder stepped back and announced, "The competition begins!"
Huo Shi suddenly rushed forward and attacked!
The black iron folding fan opened with a "clang" sound, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind that hit Yue Ji's face directly. If he was hit, half of his face would be cut off.
Yue Ji didn't even draw his sword, but dodged to the side, and appeared behind Huo Shi the next moment.
Huo Shi saw a palm coming at him from the corner of his eye and immediately tensed his back.
He had already made up his mind. They were both in the Spirit Transformation Stage. He was born in a large sect and had practiced superior skills since childhood. He would definitely be able to suppress the disciple from the small sect.
But after taking the blow head-on, he realized how wrong he was.
——The small gap he thought was actually a chasm that was enough to make him pay a heavy price!
"Bang!"
The force penetrated his body, and Huo Shi felt a sharp pain in his heart. In a blink of an eye, his whole body was blown away.
Just for a moment?
Everyone in the audience was shocked. Even Qi Qing did not expect that this guy could not defeat Yue Ji.
How can there be a crispier crust than the City Lord's!
The young man in black put away his hand and hooked his finger at Huo Shi who staggered to his feet: "Again?"
Huo Shi suppressed the surging blood and energy and barely managed to stop the momentum, but he almost fell off the stage.
He raised his eyes suddenly, and the contempt in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a rare solemnity.
Huo Shi finally understood what mistake he had made - to be able to escape from the secret realm unscathed as a small sect and to be at the Spirit Transformation stage at such a young age, how could he be an ordinary person?
"I'm going to get serious now." Huo Shi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly.
——Flew out again the next second.
Qi Qing couldn't bear to look at it.
Of course he knew his own disciple's skills best. Yue Ji's moves seemed ordinary, but each time he attacked was more ruthless than the last, yet he never let Huo Shi fly off the stage. How could this not be considered a way of letting him win?
Holding back like this was clearly treating the young master as a punching bag to vent his anger.
Sure enough, he was still angry.
Even though Huo Shi didn't notice it at first, he soon realized it after flying more often.
His face became even uglier. He wiped the blood that had flowed onto his clothes and wished he could kill the man right there and then.
How dare a disciple from a small sect use him as a sparring partner!
The atmosphere below the ring was becoming increasingly heated. Human nature is to admire the strong, and most of the cultivators came from all over the world to participate in the competition, just to watch the exciting showdown.
Yue Ji's moves were not fancy, but simple, clean and neat. Every strike made the young master of Xuantian Pavilion fly smoothly, with a sense of returning to nature, which was very entertaining.
Except for Xuantian Pavilion and a few disciples from the three sects, all other spectators were watching with great interest.
"Good! Great flying!"
"Fly again! Fly farther than before!"
"Watch out, he's going to fall out!"
Seeing Huo Shi becoming a flying scenery on the field, Qi Qing took a deep breath and secretly looked at the expressions of the elders of Xuantian Pavilion.
Are you angry?
The faces of the elders were indeed extremely grim. They obviously saw that their young master was being beaten like a punching bag, but due to the rules they could not intervene and could only sit there and sulk.
Qi Qing's mood suddenly improved a lot.
Since these sects like to act in secret, they should have expected this day to come.
The price paid this time was just that the young leader was beaten up, but it may not be the same next time.
When Huo Shi looked in a miserable state, with blood from his nose and mouth covering half his face, Yue Ji finally stopped holding back.
He stopped and finally unsheathed the sword he had been carrying throughout the battle.
“Bang!”
A sharp sword energy swept Huo Shi off the stage, and he fell heavily into the crowd, stirring up a cloud of dust.
When this proud son of Xuantian Pavilion climbed up, he was covered in dust and had a mouthful of dirt. He immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.
Huo Shi was almost ashamed and angry, and wanted to kill someone. Several disciples hurriedly helped him up.
No one could believe that the young master, who was in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, was eliminated by an outer sect disciple before he even entered the semi-finals!
The outer sect disciple on the stage had a calm expression. He slowly wiped the sword's smooth surface and waited for the presiding elder to announce the winner.
The presiding elder had a gloomy face and looked at him unkindly. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Tian Du Sect, Yue..."
"Wait a minute!"
Huo Shi suddenly interrupted him and pointed at Yue Ji: "He cheated!"
The monks didn't expect that there would be a sequel to this drama. Their surprised eyes moved left and right between the two of them. Qi Qing couldn't bear to watch it anymore and stood up immediately.
Huo Shi is really desperate. He can even say such low-level slander. Does he think he doesn't exist?
"What proof does the young master have?" the presiding elder asked hurriedly.
Huo Shi suddenly pulled out a broken talisman from his bosom and held it high for everyone to see: "Everyone, please bear witness! During the competition just now, the soul-protecting talisman of my Xuantian Pavilion suddenly broke into pieces - this talisman is specially used to defeat evil spirits! Ordinary spiritual power cannot harm any part of it at all!"
Before Yue Ji could speak, Qi Qing's sneer could be heard: "You mean, a talisman from your Xuantian Pavilion is more powerful than the eyes of the Taoist friends present?"
He walked down from the audience, stopped at the side of the ring, looked around, and raised his voice to ask, "Did anyone see any trace of evil just now?"
Is there really anyone who would believe such a crude and crude accusation?
Huo Shi's eyes swept towards him, and he paused subtly on the young man, then he said coldly: "This talisman was given by Elder Tianxuan of my sect. You will know whether it is true or not after you test it!"
At the referee's table, the presiding elder took his talisman and examined it carefully, then handed it to the other sect representatives nearby, who all nodded slightly, acknowledging the effectiveness of the talisman.
"The talisman is indeed genuine." Another elder spoke up, "But it is too arbitrary to conclude that contestant Yue Ji used evil magic based on this thing alone. I watched the whole fight and did not detect any evil aura."
"Yeah, maybe it just got shattered accidentally during the fight?"
Huo Shi said coldly: "I have been carrying this talisman with me all the time. With Elder Tianxuan's profound skills, ordinary fighting is not enough to break it. It must be the evil spirit."
Some talisman practitioners and formation practitioners below the stage began to discuss, and seemed to have some understanding of the effectiveness of this talisman.
The disciple of Xuantian Pavilion echoed, "The young master has been carrying this talisman for many years. I have seen it many times before. It was not damaged even when he went down the mountain to kill the demon cultivators before. How could it be broken so easily?"
Huo Shi took back the talisman fragments and gave Yue Ji a meaningful look.
He suddenly smiled and said, "I believe that Fellow Daoist Yue is a disciple of the upright sect. He definitely does not practice evil arts, nor is he a demon cultivator, right?"
Yue Ji's eyes turned cold. He paused for a moment and said the conclusion he had been planning for a long time: "Then there is only one possibility - Daoist Yue, there is a resentful spirit haunting you!"
Resentful soul?
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If they were talking about the most recent vengeful spirit, wasn't it the newly deceased disciple of Xuantian Pavilion?
Qi Qing's heart trembled, and he finally understood what Huo Shi was planning.
He sneered, "You are convicting my disciple based on just a talisman. Is this how Xuantian Pavilion does things?"
Yue Ji stood beside him, and secretly held his wrist with his sleeve covering his face.
"Don't make trouble." Qi Qing slapped his hand away and said, "Besides, the claim that this talisman can restrain evil spirits is just your opinion. There are no other talismans destroyed by evil spirits for comparison. You made a hasty conclusion. I would like to ask the Taoist friends present, is there anyone who does not feel wronged when encountering such a thing?"
The monks who were watching the battle couldn't help but whisper to each other.
Even though Yue Ji had previously behaved very cold-bloodedly towards the death of a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, the accusation made by the young master of Xuantian Pavilion was really unconvincing. Moreover, in the competition just now, Yue Ji had clearly left room for maneuver, and his performance these days did not seem like that of a bloodthirsty person.
Huo Shi seemed to have expected him to ask this question. A gleam of light flashed across his face and he clapped his hands.
"Since Fellow Daoist Yue has a clear conscience, I heard that the Yunxiao Sect has a precious mirror that is the most fair, called the Spirit Verification Mirror. It can tell whether it is a demon cultivator or an evil cultivator, a resentful spirit or a demonic aura at a glance!"
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