The news of the school's teaching staff being exposed had been revealed, and many people saw the hidden meaning.
Wang Zhen on the stage was hit five times before he could dodge. He felt as if all his bones were broken. Luo Mingchuan attacked too quickly, not giving him time to speak. If he continued like this, his bones would be seriously injured... He gritted his teeth, not caring about his face or the dignity of his sect, and was about to shout that he admitted defeat.
Suddenly his face turned pale and cold sweat broke out.
He found himself...unable to speak!
His mind was in a mess and he was hit on the back with a stick, which caused a burning pain.
The audience could only see Luo Mingchuan's attacks getting faster and faster, and the heavy shadows of the sticks formed a big net, completely covering his opponent.
Wang Zhen was horrified, but he couldn't say a word with his eyes wide open. He had no sword in his hand, and his true energy had been completely consumed in resisting the stick's force, so he could only dodge in embarrassment.
Luo Mingchuan didn't use his true energy anymore, he couldn't dodge just by relying on his body skills.
Yin Bi felt more and more strange.
There is no reason why Wang Zhen would not admit defeat.
He soon thought of the fact that in order to prevent the punished students from shouting and disrupting order, there was a whip that was used to block the airflow through the throat, similar to a "gag order".
However, this move was abolished three hundred years ago and no one uses it anymore. If he had not read thousands of classics in the Night Book Tower, some of which had academic origins, he would not have known that there was such a move for wielding a teaching stick.
Luo Mingchuan's teaching whip is more powerful, stricter, and more meaningful than the ones currently used by schools to discipline students.
No one in the audience noticed anything.
In addition to lamenting that Luo Mingchuan was knowledgeable and worthy of having studied in an academy, he knew such martial arts techniques. Some people also noticed Wang Zhen, "I didn't expect this man to be so strong-willed that he would not admit defeat even after being injured like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his fellow disciple, who was slightly older, began to reprimand him.
"What kind of backbone? How foolish! If you hurt your spiritual veins and bones in a momentary dispute, how will you practice in the future? You must not learn from him!"
The others nodded in agreement.
As the eldest senior brother of Cangya Mountain, Luo Mingchuan is known by many disciples of the sect and they have a good impression of him.
"Wouldn't it be better if that guy admitted defeat earlier? If he doesn't admit defeat, Senior Brother Luo will have to keep fighting. How tiring!"
"Senior Brother Luo is really magnanimous. He knows that the other party is unable to fight again, so he doesn't even need to use his true energy to attack now."
Occasionally, a word or two would reach the ears of the Baopu Sect members, who would feel angry and unbelievable at the same time.
The ring has a protective formation to prevent the true essence from spilling out and harming the audience, and there is also an isolation formation to prevent the strong from interfering and affecting the fight on the stage. Only the Qinglu Sword Sect, the host, can control the formation in case of unexpected situations to avoid heavy casualties.
In this situation, Luo Mingchuan no longer used his true energy, and Wang Zhen only suffered minor injuries, which obviously would not cause any loss of life.
Wang Zhen himself did not admit defeat, so the elder who presided over the formation naturally had no intention of calling a halt. Anyway, the first round of the fight had a time limit, so the winner would be announced when the time was up.
He Lai felt something was wrong. It was clear that Wang Zhen had already made arrangements with him before he went on stage. He looked at Wang Zhen's expression carefully and suddenly thought of a possibility. Maybe... he simply couldn't admit defeat!
He Lai's expression suddenly changed.
In fact, Yin Biyue also found it strange. According to common sense, this approach was not upright enough and seemed to be contrary to the way of a gentleman.
Then, he suddenly heard Duan Hualao's laughter.
Yin Biyue looked at him in confusion, and Chatterbox came over and whispered, "Fourth Senior Brother, the rumor that you were possessed by a demon and your cultivation was greatly damaged was first spread by this Wang Zhen..."
After this journey, Duan Chongxuan no longer had any hostility towards Luo Mingchuan.
"He couldn't control his mouth before, so Senior Brother Luo made him unable to speak now."
Yin Biyue suddenly remembered that Luo Mingchuan once said on Panlong Ridge that for practitioners like us, there will always be a time to draw our swords.
Luo Mingchuan is not an absolute saint.
He has principles and means. He will not bully others by taking advantage of his power, nor will he allow others to bully him. This is exactly what "a gentleman does what he should do and what he should not do."
Yin Biyue felt that his previous understanding of Luo Mingchuan was too biased.
At this moment, Wang Zhen on the stage seemed to have exhausted all his strength and shouted hoarsely, "I give up!..."
Almost at the same time, the bell rang, and the deacon disciple of Qinglu Sword Sect said loudly, "Time is up... This match is over, Cangyashan Luo Mingchuan wins."
Luo Mingchuan withdrew his hand slowly and jumped off the stage.
Immediately, disciples of the Baopu Sect came forward and carried Wang Zhen, whose face was bruised and swollen, down.
The fight started in an unexpected way and ended in the same way.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain stopped cheering, perhaps because the other party looked too miserable, or perhaps because they were influenced by Luo Mingchuan's demeanor, and they all showed the courtesy and indifference of a big sect.
But each of them had a reserved and proud smile, appearing to be proud of it.
On the contrary, this attitude of taking the victory for granted made Baopu Zong feel more embarrassed and annoyed than cheering loudly.
He Lai had calmed down because he thought about meeting Yin Biyue on the ring tomorrow.
This was very good. From the moment he entered Ye City to the duels in the last two days, both Duan Chongxuan and Luo Mingchuan had been pent up with anger, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, and if he didn't vent it out, it would burn him to death.
There was a sudden commotion at the Qinglu Sword Sect because Zhongshan was about to take the stage.
Everyone's attention was drawn over there.
The one who fought against Zhongshan was a disciple who was born in the border area of the southern land and was not well-known. In addition to being upset about his bad luck, he seemed to have accepted the arrangement of fate and was more frustrated than nervous.
People are more concerned about Zhong Shan's performance than his reaction.
At this time, the field became quiet and few people whispered, as if they were worried that if they were distracted for a moment, they would miss Zhongshan's move.
In the South Continent, not many people have seen Zhongshan Mountain with their own eyes, let alone the other four continents.
However, this famous young man does not have eye-catching facial features.
Perhaps it was because the sword at his waist was too dazzling, overshadowing his own brilliance.
Yin Biyue took a look and only noticed the other person's straight eyebrows like ink lines and his extremely thin lips with a very pale blood color.
But he will never forget that sharp gaze as direct as lightning in the early morning.
This is a very dangerous person.
As soon as the two of them stood on the ring, the disciple met Zhong Shan's gaze and suddenly screamed, "I admit it..."
"boom!……"
A loud bang!
A figure flew high up and hit the edge of the ring directly, raising a cloud of smoke and blood mist!
The smoke and dust were stirred up when he fell, and the blood mist was sprayed out when the scabbard hit his abdomen, but they appeared almost at the same time.
The Wind and Rain Sword had not even been unsheathed, but it had already hurt someone.
Too fast.
When everyone came to their senses, Zhongshan had already stepped down from the stage and walked away. He was not heading towards Qinglu Sword Sect, but back to the city.
But no one called out to him.
There was silence on and off the stage.
Yin Biyue's expression became more solemn.
Because he saw that what hit the opponent first was not the true energy on the scabbard, but the overflowing sword energy.
That sword seemed to be extremely casual, and it only hurt him by relying on his higher realm and violent true energy. But what made him more alert was the swordsmanship that Zhongshan showed.
A thunderous strike that can be released and retracted at will.
The battles on the other three stages had not yet concluded, but the one on Zhongshan's stage had already ended.
Then the deacons and disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect began to arrange the next two teams to compete in this arena.
"Cangya Mountain Ruan Xiaolian versus Baopu Zong Zhouyue..."
Ruan Xiaolian smiled at He Yanyun, telling her not to worry, then lifted her skirt and walked onto the stage.
When she stood on the stage, many people had just come back to their senses from the shock of Zhongshan.
Ruan Xiaolian wore a white skirt, a silver belt, and frosty shoes. She had no weapons on her body and looked like a white lotus that could not withstand the cool breeze.
Compared with the bright and bold style of the female practitioners of Lianjian Sect, this kind of pitiful temperament obviously makes many male disciples' eyes light up.
Even the most silent and calm Qinglu Sword Sect began to whisper to each other.
The person standing opposite her laughed.
Originally, Zhou Yue was a little worried when he was drawn against Cangyashan, especially when he heard that the other party was at a similar level to him.
But today I met such a weak woman, obviously I am very lucky.
After the two of them exchanged greetings, Zhou Yue opened his mouth to tease her, "This junior sister..."
Then he saw the other party punch him! With a powerful true energy, he hit him in the face!
In the blink of an eye, the fist is imminent!
Zhou Yue was so frightened that he just drew his sword and retreated quickly!
Many people thought that the two sides in this competition were at similar levels and the stalemate would probably last for a long time.
Then they watched helplessly as the weak Bai Lian beat the eight-foot-tall man with her bare hands, punching him in the flesh. And Zhou Yue's sword power was unable to be used under the shadow of her fists!
He Yanyun said proudly, "Xiao Lian practices the Mountain-Reversing Fist, how could she be fooled by such a fancy sword!"
Duan Chongxuan cleared his throat and explained, "This technique is similar to Second Senior Sister's Wind and Thunder Fist..."
Yin Biyue also saw that Ruan Xiaolian might not have much advantage against others, but Zhou Yue's sword moves were clever and the moves he had practiced were indeed exquisite, but it was a pity that he was not proficient in them.
If he happened to meet someone like Ruan Xiaolian who was capable of overcoming all the difficulties with her strength, he would have no choice but to be beaten.
Some disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect had already turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer. Of course, it was not because they felt Zhou Yue was too miserable, but because they did not know how to face Ruan Xiaolian, who had rolled up her sleeves while fighting.
Yin Bi felt more sympathetic towards them. The blow of the goddess's disillusionment was like going crazy.
The sun was setting in the west. The sound of evening drums could be heard faintly from the city's drum tower. In the distance, a few weary crows were returning to their nests.
Another day of flower folding competition has ended.
Some of the younger generation in the cultivation world were laughing and chatting with those around them, talking about what they had gained from watching the game today, while others were worried about tomorrow's game and listened to the encouragement from their fellow disciples.
They went in different directions, all equally ambitious, full of anxiety and expectation for the future.
The setting sun stretched their shadows slantingly and long, but it did not add any sense of decadence. Instead, it showed a vibrant vitality.
******
Each sect had its ups and downs. So far, the promotion rate of Cangya Mountain is quite good. It ranks first among the "One Mountain, Three Sects".
As for the two battles between Luo Mingchuan and Zhong Shan, ordinary people in Yecheng could not understand them, and even felt sorry for not being exciting enough. But for practitioners, they were of great significance.
Zhongshan lives up to his reputation, and the Fengyu Sword remains as powerful as ever even in its sheath.
But there is another thing that is obviously more interesting.
News from the flower-folding meeting always spreads quickly, so from Yecheng to the whole Nanlu, everyone knows that the disciples of Baopu Sect were taught a lesson on how to behave by Cangya's first disciple Luo Mingchuan.
Hearing such remarks, the disciples of Baopu Sect would say that Cangya Mountain has always been unreasonable and domineering, but do you really think that there is no one in my sect? Tomorrow, Senior Brother He will fight with the disciples of Sword Saint! Let them see what the grace and bearing of a major sect is.
Twenty-eight people from the Baopu Sect came, and five of them were eliminated in the first round. Compared with other small sects, this promotion rate is already very high.
But the Baopu Sect has always considered itself to be on par with Cangya Mountain, but this time it seems inferior in comparison. More importantly, what happened in the past two days made them very angry.
Therefore, He Lai's competition with Yin Biyue tomorrow becomes particularly important.
Not only He Lai, everyone in Baopu Sect felt that there was a rage in their hearts that was about to be vented.
The closer the fight got, the calmer He Lai's expression became. On the contrary, he was becoming more and more excited inside.
Tomorrow he will become famous for defeating the Sword Saint's disciples. How can we not be excited?
In the small courtyard beside Qiu Lake, Yin Biyue under the magnolia also became calm.
Tomorrow will be his first battle after coming down the mountain and entering the world. Perhaps many people will come to watch, but he does not think it has any special significance.
He had watched many battles and was eager to fight. He needed a battle against an enemy to verify his recent insights.
That's all.
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