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

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

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

"It seems that the junior master is really not coming."

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, "Since we are here, let's watch it to the end."

Anyway, these kids are also very excited to watch others fight, and their excitement is not much less than those monks who bought tickets to enter.

He Gui lowered his eyes and smiled, "Indeed, watching these kids compete, it 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 the ninth and tenth brothers come back."

He Gui: ...

"Junior sister... can you please not say such disappointing words at this time." He sat with his head down, and then looked at the little cabbages next to him who had not grown up yet and were just chewing chicken legs for fun, and sighed again.

When will this new batch of leeks grow up?

The spiritual rain gradually stopped, and Ni Jinxuan was taken to the other courtyard by Xia Tianwu to change clothes. The people behind him chewed a chicken leg each, shouting that they were hungry.

Whether Lin Du came or not, the draw for the competition had 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 had not come yet.

There was a commotion in front of the podium. If Lin Du didn't come, there would be 24 people, and they would have to be re-arranged.

Feng Yi stood up, intending to have someone else go up to practice, since they were already here.

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

Yuan Ye was thoughtful, "Yan Qing, do you think this scene is 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 stadium, otherwise she would really not be able to catch up if her legs passed through.

The monk in green clothes landed in front of the rostrum and bowed to apologize, "I am Lin Du from the Supreme Sect. I am sorry. I just came out of retreat and am late."

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

The reason was simple. Lin Du

's appearance had changed drastically. His facial features were still the same, but his black hair was gone. His white hair looked particularly clear in the sunlight. His eyelashes were still covered with white frost. His dark pupils were covered with abnormal white film, and his eyes became pale, like a snowman. Just

like... just like her master Yan Ye.

Yan Ye estimated that he could not give birth to someone 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 uncle? How come he has turned into a monster?"

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

He Gui leaned forward slightly and frowned. Lin Du... forcedly interrupted the retreat.

Lin Du blinked and blinked away the frost on her eyelashes. She was in a hurry to come out, so she didn't care about her image.

She set the time for three days ago, but until yesterday, she had only absorbed half of the Xue Yuan Dan. It 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 forcefully interrupt the seal of the Xue Yuan Dan.

It is estimated that this hair cannot be changed back for a while.

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

"Is this Lin Du?"

"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 life span? White hair?"

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

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

"Maybe it's a heavenly punishment...a heavenly punishment of the way of life."

Everyone speculated, but the people around him all took a step away from Lin Du.

The reason was simple, a little cold, the kind of coldness that penetrated into his bones, which must be because he forced himself out of seclusion and failed to contain the spiritual energy on his body.

The people of the Supreme Sect are really fighting.

Lin Du's aura was that of the late Tengyun Realm, and except for the people from small sects, the others were basically all at the Great Perfection of the Tengyun Realm.

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

Lin Du's foundation was indeed not very stable. Now he couldn't control his spiritual power and could only release it.

The two of them went up to the ring and saluted.

"Yi Zhen of the Chixiao Sect requests a fight."

The Chixiao Sect is mostly composed of physical and sword cultivators. The man in front of him is a sword cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Tengyun Realm, and 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 light and not used 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 a person with severe myopia and astigmatism

. No, she couldn't even see the exact position of the other person's sword.

She raised her hand and summoned the Floating Life Fan, intending to make a quick decision. After all, the pure power of ice and snow was... too much, and she had to vent it a little.

Yi Zhen raised his sword and stabbed straight up. The red fire burned a streak of fire in the air. Who knew that the sword energy had just gone out an inch, with a crackling sound, smoke came out, and then it was completely extinguished.

Lin Du lowered her eyes slightly to show her apology. The extremely cold power of ice and snow is naturally strong against ordinary fire, even if it is fire generated by sword energy.

A silver glare came straight at him. Lin Du sighed, released his consciousness, determined the direction, raised his hand and fanned out. With a snap, the sword blade brushed past 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, so he could only avoid it. The next moment, Lin Du's figure was in front of the man and swung it out.

Yi Zhen hurriedly retreated to avoid it. The spiritual power of the man in front of him was so pure and cold that even if his realm was one level lower than his, he could still suppress his swordsmanship. For now, he could only directly release the most powerful move of the Chixiao Swordsmanship he had learned.

Lin Du kept her eyes down the whole time, not for anything else, but because the swords of these sword cultivators 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 was too arrogant and looked down on others.

Yi Zhen felt that he was being looked down upon, and anger rose from his heart. He mobilized all his spiritual power, and the long sword hummed, and then slowly turned red. The spiritual power surged into the sky, and the sword moves moved the heaven and earth. The sky was 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, just cover your eyes for a while."

As she said, 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 saying it was a huge wave, it was better to say that it was an iceberg on the seabed rushing straight up to the sky. The spiritual power was shining with a cold light, and it directly smashed the twelve sword shadows into pieces, swallowed them up, and they were completely invisible.

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

Yi Zhen hurriedly raised his sword to block it, and directly hit the fan with a jingling sound.

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

Lin Du still lowered his eyes, and the folding fan slipped out of his hand. It turned along the sword blade that was blocking him, and fell back into the man's hand. Then it 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 was as cold as a sword blade that had been consecrated brushing against his flesh, so cold that it stung.

"You lost." Lin Du said lightly, and for the sake of politeness, he said something to make up for it, "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, "I lost, Fellow Daoist Lin, your eyes... now you are like this and yet you beat me, how can it be considered an unfair victory."

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

In fact, if the cultivation level is higher, the restraining effect of the power of extreme cold will be smaller, and Lin Du did not win unfairly.

Lin Du nodded slightly, put away the fan, and walked off the stage.

They were the fastest group to finish the competition.

Yi Zhen was not annoyed at this moment, thinking that it would be great if he could fight with Lin Du again next time. As long as they fight, he will know the level of his swordsmanship and whether he can fight for a chance of survival when being restrained.