Chapter 142 This world is really so **** up! 【34, please subscribe】
The seventh day of October
The competition that has been prepared for a long time has finally begun!
The Changsheng Pavilion became lively
One or two thousand disciples from the inner and outer sects were all concentrated in the large martial arts training ground at the foot of the seven peaks.
Even the elders and deacons who were rarely seen in the past showed up one after another. This grand event can be said to have touched the hearts of the entire sect.
Even Wei Han, who is usually lazy, stood behind the crowd, watching this lively scene with great interest.
"Brother, look, that old man with a scruffy beard is Elder Li of our sect Fuyunjian! The one wearing Tsing Yi on the stage is Elder Liu from the Palace of Foreign Affairs!"
"Look at the beautiful woman on the right, she is Senior Sister Liu among the three beauties of the inner sect, and the young man next to her is Yan Xinghe, one of the top ten talents of the inner sect!"
Goldman Sachs introduced in a low voice.
He is very familiar with the big shots in the door.
Because of his introduction, Wei Han unconsciously became more and more familiar with the people and things in the Changsheng Pavilion.
Although not to the point of knowing everything!
But at least he is familiar with most of the people in the door.
Occasionally meet, but it's not so dark in the eyes.
Suddenly, Wei Han saw a middle-aged man. He was sitting on the viewing platform at the moment, and his status was almost the same as that of the elders, and even vaguely surpassed them.
"It's him?"
Wei Han recognized this person.
Isn’t he the master who chased and killed the three monks in the Shiwan Dashan?
"Who is this person?" Wei Han raised his eyes to signal.
Gao Sheng took a look and immediately said: "This is Wu Kuian, the disciple of the master of the pavilion. He is not only the head of the three direct disciples in the sect, but also has been rumored to have reached the Tiangang realm. Now he is only forty-five years old, but he has already broken through the rivers and lakes. After gaining a great reputation, people gave him the nickname Heaven Cracking Sacred Hand!"
"It is rumored that he is very skillful, fierce and domineering. I don't know how many times he has defeated the favorite son of heaven. Looking at the entire Pingzhou Prefecture, he is a rare strong man, and he is the next strong contender for the pavilion master."
"oh?"
Wei Han silently wrote down the name.
Judging from the fact that he accidentally bumped into this person to fight him last time, but was not made things difficult by the other party, this person's heart and character are still good, but he didn't expect his status to be even more powerful.
For Huang Furen, who hides his sword behind his smile!
Wei Han prefers to deal with this kind of people.
On the stage, after a commotion, an elder came forward to give a speech.
After going through the process, the elder announced the start of the competition, and twenty areas were drawn on the competition stage.
There are ten competition platforms for each of the outer and inner doors!
The disciples who signed up to participate in the competition drew lots to appear on the stage.
The audience in the audience cheered them on one after another. Occasionally, because of the amazing performance of a certain disciple, the audience burst into cheers.
As a bystander, Wei Han watched with great interest!
Although in his eyes, the inner and outer disciples on the stage were just weak chickens pecking at each other.
But in fact, Wei Han doesn't have much combat experience!
Watching all the disciples fight to the death, it was quite interesting.
Not only can it enhance his combat awareness, but also enrich his combat experience, which is the best of both worlds.
"It's a pity that there are no food and wine. If you put it on the table and have a drink or two, it's much better than watching a monkey show."
Wei Han sneered in his heart and continued watching the play.
He concluded that there would be a good show at the end of the competition, so he could bear his temper.
Twenty contestants took turns fighting each other, and the speed of the Grand Competition was not slow.
Some people triumphantly win, while others lose in frustration.
But gradually, the situation has changed!
Many disciples who had grudges took the opportunity to resolve their grievances and fought mercilessly on the stage. Before noon, there were seven or eight deaths and injuries.
Facing the loser lying in a pool of blood!
There was no mercy on and off the stage, not only the elders turned a deaf ear to it, but even the disciples who watched the theater were silent, apparently they had already regarded death and disability as a common occurrence!
This also made Wei Han secretly startled by this sect model like raising Gu!
Dewey is right, the weak are only the stepping stones of the strong.
This world is really so **** up.
Assuming that Wei Han is not an immortal, in order to gain enough resources and stand out, he might have to fight desperately with a knife in his hand, right?
Where is it so leisurely now?
Wei Han continued to watch the play, during which he also saw Meng Feiyun, Xiao Wen, and Li Fengxian on stage.
The three of them are all newcomers who have just started for a year. Although they are not as good as many old people in the outer sect, they are the most outstanding existence among the younger generation, and they have attracted a lot of attention.
Several elders also looked at them a few more times!
This made the three of them work harder.
"Worthy of coming from Shantang, let's not mention character for now, but the foundation is really good!" Wei Han witnessed with his own eyes that the three of them won all the way, and couldn't help secretly admiring.
But it's not that friends don't get together!
The three of them won all the way, but they bumped into each other as expected.
"Outer Gate No. 7, Li Fengxian will face Meng Feiyun, two disciples prepare!" The deacon on the stage announced loudly, and the two jumped onto the stage without hesitation.
"Hehe!" Meng Feiyun sneered and said, "Little bitch, I made you go crazy for a few rounds before I met me, and now you are unlucky."
"Really? I don't know who is unlucky!" Li Fengxian drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed it without the slightest hesitation.
"snort!"
Meng Feiyun was fearless with his pair of iron fists.
The two began to fight each other bang bang bang, but there was some back and forth between them.
Meng Feiyun has broken through to the late stage of the skin refining realm, a set of Vajra Dharma boxing is powerful and powerful, and many outer disciples have suffered from him!
Li Fengxian was originally a late-stage skin refiner, but because the girl's physical fitness was weak, she was always overwhelmed by Meng Feiyun.
But today, for some reason, she seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
Not only the movements are fast and the moves are fierce, but also the vigor is endless.
Meng Feiyun was suppressed and retreated again and again.
Indistinctly, she revealed the aura of the peak of the leather refining realm.
"Damn it, how could it be?" He couldn't help exclaiming: "How could your strength increase so much? It's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible, I will send you on your way today." Li Fengxian changed her moves, and impressively displayed the secret self-mutilation technique she learned from the Sutra Pavilion—"Three Absolute Swords"!
This is a sword technique suitable for women.
Once it is cast, there will be no return, either the enemy will die or you will die.
With a flash of sword light, Li Fengxian's sword light had already submerged Meng Feiyun!
"Stop, I surrender!"
Meng Feiyun was so frightened that he retreated again and again!
As soon as the word admit defeat was uttered, the deacon on the side also rushed to save the field, and raised his hand and hit a dark blue stone.
"Ding!"
Li Fengxian's sword was directly missed!
When the sword light disappeared, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
I saw that the sword that was supposed to pierce Meng Feiyun's heart actually pierced into his lung after being missed. Although the **** was not too deep, it still made him groan in embarrassment.
"Little girl, you are quite ruthless!" The deacon smiled lightly, and directly announced: "Li Fengxian, win!"
"Poof!"
Meng Feiyun was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of old blood, and passed out on the spot.
Obviously, he never expected that he would end up here.
(end of this chapter)