Yecheng and Qinglu Sword Sect are both in the South Continent, and Zhongshan is naturally more famous here. As a disciple of the sub-sage of Lianjian Sect in the Central Continent, Chu Huan seemed to be overshadowed by the shining stars at this flower-folding meeting. Although he showed great strength in the first few rounds, it was still expected, and there was no shocking breakthrough performance.
Some people also thought that he had not encountered a strong enemy, so he did not use his strongest backhand. Just like Chen Yi had not used his strongest sword before facing Yin Biyue, so he was underestimated.
Most of the female disciples of Lianjian Sect were as bold and daring as their leader Yang Liu, while many of the male disciples were like the elder Qu Jiang.
As the most gentle and low-key of the six sub-saints, Qu Jiang only truly behaves like a sub-saint when he draws his sword.
Duan Chongxuan finally combined various sources of information and came to the conclusion, "I guess Chu Huan only used 40% of his strength in the last round."
Yin Biyue frowned slightly. He had only watched one of Chu Huan's competitions. In that competition, the Dead Wood Rejuvenation Technique had not been used yet, so he could not see any clues at all.
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I have also practiced some wood-related skills."
Brother! You have practiced everything!
Yin Biyue rationally thought that he was overthinking and that his senior brother would definitely win. But he couldn't help but worry. And it was not just ordinary worry.
This emotion was so unfamiliar that it made him wonder if there was something wrong with him recently.
The two sides decided to meet at cockcrow time. As the first match of the qualifying competition, Cangya's first disciple was fighting against Lianjian Sect's sub-saint disciple. Even if the time was set earlier, countless people got up early to watch the match. Especially Lianjian and Cangya's disciples, almost all of them in Yecheng were there.
The two men greeted each other on the stage.
Judging from his appearance alone, Chu Huan is much more recognizable than Chen Yi, but their temperaments are exactly the same. Lian Jian's purple long gown with wide sleeves and narrow waist also gives him a warm and peaceful feeling.
Everyone felt that it was a pleasant thing to see two gentlemen on the same stage.
Chu Huan said, "I've heard a lot about you."
Luo Mingchuan responded, "I dare not."
Without further communication, the competition officially began.
Chu Huan took the initiative to attack, and a green light flew out from his sleeves with a whistling sound, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly grew to the thickness of a bowl!
When they flew over Luo Mingchuan, they could see clearly that it was a vine, lush and green, with new buds sprouting continuously.
Chu Huan grasped the vine in his sleeve and whipped it like a long whip!
Luo Mingchuan's expression remained unchanged. Almost at the moment the vines appeared, a raging wall of fire ignited in front of him!
Duan Chongxuan felt a little ashamed for a moment, because he found that the speed at which he threw the talisman paper was not as fast as Luo Mingchuan's hand gestures.
However, the vines were only blocked for a moment before the charred black skin was rapidly replaced by vibrant emerald green, which actually broke through the wall of fire and moved forward without changing its momentum!
This time, someone in the audience finally saw Luo Mingchuan's gestures clearly, but before they could even exclaim, the wall of fire turned into a sea of fire.
In the morning breeze, the fire grew bigger and bigger, engulfing the entire arena like swallowing up the sky and the earth. The disciples who were closer could even feel the rolling heat waves rushing towards them.
Luo Mingchuan's figure could not be seen clearly in the firelight.
Chu Huan had his true energy protecting him, but he still felt the stinging pain from the burning fire. Green dots appeared on his purple shirt, extending rapidly, and the thin green vines covered him like an indestructible armor.
The vine in his hand swept across the sea of fire, like a violent wind and waves crashing against the shore, heading straight towards Luo Mingchuan.
The pace of spiritual cultivation's battles has always been slow, but these two people did not play by the rules and seemed to be ready to decide the winner immediately.
Even Duan Chongxuan couldn't understand it, "Brother Luo's true energy output..."
The arena is more than ten feet wide from north to south. How much true energy would be required in an instant to cause such a huge fire?
Yin Biyue understood what he meant, but was unsure of his guess, so he whispered, "I've seen a technique in the academy that's a bit similar to 'Moon Misty Ferry'. The fire on the stage is probably half an illusion."
Duan Chongxuan suddenly understood.
Not only Yin Biyue, but others also thought of similar situations.
But what they didn't expect was that more than half, as much as 80% were illusions, yet they were so powerful that they could be mistaken for the real thing.
Thick smoke began to rise from the fire, which was produced when the plants continued to burn.
Some people saw Chu Huan retracting the vines and speculated whether he was going to give in.
But Chu Huan walked to the center of the ring, surrounded by fire, and began to make hand gestures.
He was pinching his hands in a very strange position, and no one recognized it.
The green vines around him continued to burn and wither, losing the power to regenerate, and his purple robe was directly exposed to the flames and was burned.
But he moved slowly and his expression was solemn.
As his gestures began to speed up, someone felt the ground beneath their feet shake slightly and asked in shock, "Is the ground shaking?"
"I felt it too, what's going on?"
The earthquake was not strong, but the practitioners had sharp five senses and knew it was not an illusion.
For a moment, they were all shocked and confused, concentrating their attention.
The next moment, the ground collapsed and the mountains collapsed, with a deafening roar!
Countless cracks appeared on the ring!
New buds emerged from the cracks, growing rapidly against the wind, and in a blink of an eye they had grown to a height of five or six feet!
Everyone looked at them in disbelief as a forest of elms suddenly rose from the ground on the stage and instantly covered the raging fire.
Duan Chongxuan exclaimed, "This... is also an illusion?"
Yin Biyue heard her voice tremble slightly, "No."
Chu Huan really gave birth to a forest on the stage.
He also noticed that when the ring collapsed, there was no rubble or smoke, as if it was willing to be broken. This meant that this attack was recognized.
Chu Huan's secret of rejuvenating dead trees has given us a glimpse into the true meaning of communicating with nature.
The elders on the east stand looked at the person who controlled the formation.
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect frowned and said, "No unusual movement."
There was no unusual movement in the formation, indicating that the power of this attack was determined to be within limits.
There was a lot of discussion below the stage.
"This is too exaggerated. He is still in the late stage of barrier breaking. If he reaches the Mahayana realm, how powerful he will be!"
“Can you plant a forest in the blink of an eye?”
It's really exaggerated.
The elm tree on the stage has blocked out the sun, and its branches and leaves are intertwined, as if isolating the entire arena from the outside world.
It's not just the visual isolation. The stage has become Chu Huan's private domain.
He had a pale face and bright eyes, and stood in the center.
The numerous branches and leaves help him sense the opponent's position and movement, constantly transmitting information and launching attacks.
The death and rebirth of this forest occurred simultaneously. The cycle of withering and flourishing occurred in a moment, but it continues to grow endlessly.
The people in the audience could not see the figures of the two people, nor could they see the fire.
Even if I concentrated, I could only hear the rustling of leaves in the wind, which surged like a tide, one wave after another, sweeping across the world.
Yin Biyue finally confirmed his guess, "The blue sea is rising."
This is one of the top three spells in the Dead Tree Rejuvenation Technique. No one below the Hinayana realm has ever practiced it before. This is because the purity of the innate spiritual veins is not enough, and the amount of true essence cannot support it.
And Chu Huan’s current realm is such that he can not only communicate with nature, but also borrow power from heaven and earth.
This is a terrible thing. The saint who created this method in the "Age of Saints" once used this method to kill a sub-saint when he was in the Mahayana realm.
Even though Chu Huan's current level hasn't allowed him to understand even a little bit of the true meaning, it's enough to make people shudder.
The elder of Lianjian Sect looked slightly surprised.
She originally thought that she understood Chu Huan, but who knew that she had underestimated this young man.
Many people were wondering about Luo Mingchuan in the woods. What method was he using to avoid the endless dangers? Was he injured? Was his true energy not enough to withstand the sea of fire just now?
From Chu Huan's perspective, the opponent was moving at a high speed without stopping. Although he couldn't find the exact location, the entire forest was his eyes and ears. Even if Luo Mingchuan was fast, he would slack off under the continuous attacks. Moreover, maintaining such a fast speed consumed a huge amount of energy.
He could even feel the sticky touch of his injured opponent's blood dripping on the leaves.
In fact, Luo Mingchuan stood on a tree branch south of the arena with a calm expression.
The branches and leaves under his feet were very quiet, gently brushing against the hem of his clothes as if to please him.
At some point, his pupils had turned as dark as the night.
He looked at the entire forest and could even see the expressions of everyone under the ring.
The worry in my junior brother's eyes.
He closed his eyes.
The wind began to blow in the forest that blocked out the sun.
The wind was howling wildly, making his clothes flutter and the fallen leaves dance wildly.
Chu Huan felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help spitting out blood!
Because at that moment just now, his connection with the forest that gave birth to him was forcibly severed.
It was like a sword slashing straight into the sea of consciousness, leaving a scar that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The next moment, all the branches and vines began to attack him frantically, and everything within sight became an enemy!
Everyone saw the entire forest trembling in the wind, then rapidly withering and dying, with the fallen ashes being blown up and scattered everywhere.
Chu Huan was revealed, his face was pale, blood streaked at the corners of his mouth, and there were several holes on his purple gown, as if he had been scratched by branches and leaves.
His voice was a little difficult, "I give up."
The cracks began to close and eventually disappeared without a trace. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even be able to see the cracks.
The people in the audience haven't come back to their senses yet.
No one knew what happened, and the battle was over in an instant.
Only a ring with beautiful fine lines is left.
The more Yin Bi looked at it, the more he felt that it looked familiar, like the traces of some kind of formation.
The deacon disciple of Qinglu Sword Sect shouted, "This match is over. Luo Mingchuan of Cangya Mountain wins—"
Luo Mingchuan bowed to Chu Huan and said, "Thank you."
At this time, someone noticed that he was still standing in the same place as when he went on stage to greet the audience, and he had not moved a single step.
Yin Biyue watched Senior Brother Luo walk through the crowd who were congratulating him, nodding in greeting as he walked straight towards him.
He tried to hold it back, but still couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.
So Luo Mingchuan also laughed.
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