"... To sum up, I think the champion of this competition is Fanatic!" Xuanyuan Cheng said seriously.
An Lin's eyes were flushed, and his heart ached unceasingly: I am obedient, my 100,000 spirit stones!
Can you blame Brother Cheng
Seeing his serious analysis, An Lin really felt embarrassed to blame him!
At this time, the four-in-two competition began.
In the first game, Zhang Yan played against Tang Shiyuan. In the second game, Luzhin played against Fanatic.
Tang Shiyuan is dressed in white and has a pretty face. Her whole body is as natural and beautiful as a lotus emerging from water. She holds a cloud sword like mist tightly in her plain hand, which is like a dream, faintly visible.
She is estimated to be the object of admiration of many men in the Wanling Immortal Sect, and when she appeared on the stage, countless male disciples cheered thunderously.
Relatively speaking, the appearance of the big man Zhang Yan seemed unremarkable.
He is also the Tianjiao of Wanlingxianzong, why is there such a big gap
An Lin stroked his chin lightly, and soon found the answer.
In fact, the world of cultivating immortals... is also a world that looks at faces!
If Zhang Yan's face was replaced by Xuanyuan Cheng's, the shouts at the scene would definitely not be lower than Tang Shiyuan's!
"Come on, Tang Shiyuan!" An Lin also shouted.
Xuanyuan Cheng was taken aback by An Lin's sudden shout, and gave him a strange look.
An Lin's heart was broken, it seemed that this was the only thing he could do for Tang Shiyuan.
One hundred thousand spiritual stones... This is not a small amount, but enough money to buy a low-level elixir. If it is in vain, it will really hurt my heart.
The battle between Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan finally broke out.
The battle has entered a fierce stage from the very beginning. Tang Shiyuan's Baiyun swordsmanship is exquisite, and the long sword that changes from reality to reality is hard to guard against. Zhang Yan's whole body was red, with red flames covering his whole body, just like ancient gods and demons, every blow contained extremely powerful power.
The collision between the two set off extremely violent fluctuations in the field. Tang Shiyuan's cloud sword slashed on Zhang Yan's fist, and could only draw a very small bloodstain, but the huge force carried by Zhang Yan's fist could directly blow her away. .
An Lin watched nervously, shouting to cheer up.
Xuanyuancheng saw that An Lin seemed to be paying attention to Tang Shiyuan, and asked with a smile: "After her competition is over, should I introduce you two to each other?"
An Lin was stunned when he heard the words, and then realized that Brother Cheng seemed to have misunderstood something, he waved his hands again and again and said, "Brother Cheng, don't do this, it's enough for me to understand."
The big white dog next to him trembled, and silently walked a few steps away.
Xuanyuan Cheng also looked at An Lin in surprise, as if he knew this man again.
An Lin: "..."
This is a joke, hey!
While talking, the battle between Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan reached the final moment.
"Red Lotus Flame Dog!" Zhang Yan yelled, and instantly punched out more than a dozen giant red flame dogs with both fists, and rushed towards Tang Shiyuan.
"Yun Fei Jue Wu." Tang Shiyuan's cherry lips parted slightly, and mist rose from the virtual and real cloud sword, shrouding herself in a mist.
"Swoosh!" She moved, very fast!
Boom boom boom!
The red fire giant pounced on her, but was dodged by her extremely dexterous steps, and a violent explosion exploded beside her.
"The outcome has been decided." Xuanyuan Cheng smiled faintly.
The mist-like delicate body escaped all Zhang Yan's attacks, and came to his side in an instant, the white cloud sword flashed past, drawing a huge bloody mouth.
"Hey..." Zhang Yan retreated again and again as the blood spattered.
But with a flash of white mist, Tang Shiyuan's long sword rested on Zhang Yan's neck again.
"This move is really beautiful!" Even An Lin couldn't help but exclaimed.
The Wanling Immortal Sect is indeed one of the four super immortal sects, and the geniuses of the younger generation are really outstanding.
"Tang Shiyuan, win!" said the elder in charge of the referee.
As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into cheers again, and An Lin also cheered, because Tang Shiyuan's victory finally gave him a little hope of winning!
In the second match, Luzhin played against Fanatic.
Lu Ren is a handsome man with a scholarly atmosphere, similar to An Lin in terms of appearance, he can be regarded as a handsome guy. Fanaticism is a look of laziness, when he sees Luzhin, he scratches his cheeks, his eyes are wide open, and at the same time, he has an inexplicable fighting spirit.
Therefore, there is no doubt that Lu Ren's appearance was cheered and cheered by all the female disciples. As for fanaticism... In the same main peak, there are still many disciples cheering for it.
When Lu Ren swung his sword, the long sword contained the artistic conception of Taiji, and he could also condense a white air mask like Xuanyuan Cheng, covering the surroundings.
It's a pity that his realm is not deep enough, and he has not comprehended Wanling Taiji Dao, so the effect of this kind of air mask is very limited.
On the contrary, fanatical use of the knife, the attack is fierce and unparalleled.
His saber energy is extremely terrifying, and the more he hits, the more he fights, the momentum is rising...
So soon, the battle situation turned into a frantic attack and Luzhin was beaten all the time.
In the end, Luzhin was hacked a few times, lying on the ground and raising his hands in surrender.
Fan Fan put away the knife, his face full of contempt, as if he hadn't enjoyed chopping.
Ever since, the audience was once again furious, especially the female disciples, who were very emotional.
"Ah...! Fanatic, why are you so ruthless!"
"Woo... my brother Luzhin, fanatic, you are so perverted!"
"Hmph, so what if Fanatic wins, Lu Yun is still my second male god!"
"Xiaoqing, you really can talk today. I have been chasing you for so many years. Am I your number one male god?"
"No, my number one male god is Xuanyuan Cheng."
"..." A certain male disciple was heartbroken.
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Facing the noisy voices, Fan Fan went out of the competition stage with a laziness on his face, digging out his ears.
After watching the game, An Lin fell into deep thought.
Fanatic won this game easily, and there may be some hole cards that she didn't use; on the other hand, Tang Shiyuan, Yunfei Juewu was the decisive move she used until the end of the battle. Can such a hole card really win Fanaze
I have to say, it's really suspenseful, combined with Xuanyuan Cheng's previous analysis, it made An Lin nervous again.
Something has to be done, you can't sit still!
There is still some time before the final, what can he do during this time...
Have! An Lin's eyes lit up.
He asked, "Brother Cheng, what is the reward for the winner of this sect competition?"
Xuanyuan Cheng didn't think much about it, and replied, "The top sixteen of the Dabi will be rewarded with spirit stones, and the top four will get a low-level spirit weapon from the sect."
An Lin smiled: "That is to say, the first place in the Zongmen Grand Competition this time will be rewarded with an elementary spirit weapon and spirit stones? How many spirit stones will there be?"
Xuanyuan Cheng: "Among the top four disciples, the first one has 30,000 spirit stones, the second one has 20,000 spirit stones, and the remaining two have 10,000 spirit stones."
"Haha, that's it, then I'll go over and cheer for Fanatic!" An Lin waved away.
Xuanyuan Cheng looked at An Lin's back, was slightly taken aback, and muttered to himself: "Student An Lin, your taste is really unique..."
(end of this chapter)