The twenty-minute break passed in a flash, and the drums of war resounded through the sky. Elder Lu seemed to have regained his original energy and announced loudly: "The final of the Xuan-level ancient martial arts competition will begin now. Please invite the two finalists to the stage."
Amidst the applause and cheers of the crowd, Luo Feng and Jiang Yixue returned to the ring, but most of the applause and cheers were for Luo Feng.
Luo Feng went through several desperate battles before he stood on the final stage. He left the deepest impression on people and was the favorite to win the championship.
Jiang Yixue only entered the finals by virtue of a bye in the draw. Many people thought that she was just lucky and did not think she could win the championship.
Luo Feng changed his outfit again, taking off the blue soft armor and dressing up as an ancient barbarian warrior, wearing leopard-print leather shorts, shirtless, with a shiny bronze breastplate slanted on his shoulder, revealing his muscular body.
Many female disciples of Yihua Palace exclaimed and chattered non-stop: "The chest muscles are so big."
“So handsome.”
"Why is he wearing so little? How shameless! But, can I get closer to him?"
Li Yanzhi reminded the female disciples unhappily, "Pay attention to your image. He is our opponent now. Be restrained. Don't act like a crazy fangirl. You have never seen a man before."
"I have seen him before, but I have never seen anyone as handsome as him."
"Even though he is our rival, it doesn't affect my appreciation of handsome guys."
Seeing Luo Feng had changed his outfit again, Yue Zhuoqun looked contemptuous and said sinisterly: "I didn't expect that it was these two who entered the finals of the Xuan level group. The handsome man and the beautiful woman don't look like they are here to participate in the competition, but to have a fashion show."
It was not difficult to hear the jealousy in Yue Zhuoqun's tone. Taoist Chongxu also showed a disdainful expression: "This is not a ancient warrior at all, he is simply a clown, how ridiculous."
Zen Master Zhikong chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the world is becoming more corrupt, and people's hearts are no longer the same as before."
Du Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that we can't change multiple sets of clothes during a competition? So what if modern young people pursue fashion? Although we are ancient warriors, the times have changed. We need to become more and more sophisticated, but our hearts must keep up with the pace of the times. We must not fall behind and stay young forever."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Brother Du, you are right. I support you. But even if he changes a hundred sets of clothes, he still can't win the championship. Brother Du, what do you think?"
Du Zhong had never expected to become a rival with Ye Feng. Although they were close friends, a competition was still a competition. He smiled bitterly and said, "We cannot be sure about this yet. The winner will be decided by the people on the stage, not us."
Mr. Mo Da smiled but did not participate in the debate. He only said, "If that girl can win, I'll bet a Tianling Pill. Who among the sect leaders present is willing to bet with me?"
He is really quiet at ordinary times, but when he speaks, it is so shocking that the world will cry. Yue Zhuoqun and the others looked at each other, a little undecided. Yue Zhuoqun's eyes flashed a gloomy look, and asked Ye Feng: "Master Ye, do you want to bet?"
Ye Feng gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Mo Da has good vision. I'll take part and bet on my girlfriend to win."
Yue Zhuoqun was a little excited, and pointed at Ye Feng with trembling fingers: "Okay, two Tianling Pills, that is to say, if I bet on your girlfriend to lose, and your girlfriend really loses, I can get two Tianling Pills?"
"Master Yue, you are really good at math. You got it right."
"I took the bet."
Taoist Chongxu had no expression on his face, but his breathing was a little rapid. After a moment of silence, he said, "I bet on your girlfriend to lose, too."
"Amitabha, I am a poor monk, I am a poor monk..."
Zen Master Zhikong stared at the stage, seemingly undecided.
"Don't be so fussy. Do you want to gamble or not? If not, then shut up."
"I bet, two Tianling Pills, haha, I also bet on your girlfriend..."
Ye Feng sneered: "Old monk, can you behave yourself? I won't lend my girlfriend to anyone else. Besides, you are too bold. You actually want to steal my girlfriend?"
"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin. I am a monk, how can I steal your girlfriend? I mean, I want to bet on your girlfriend losing."
Ye Feng smiled evilly: "You better think about it. Whoever loses will have to take out a Tianling Pill."
Taoist Chongxu glanced at Du Zhong and said, "Brother Du, do you want to join us?"
Du Zhong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to gamble. I don't have the Tianling Pill. You guys can play."
Ye Feng counted on his fingers, his eyes shining, with an expression of having won a big prize, and laughed out loud: "One, two, three, four, if my girlfriend wins, I can get three Tianling Pills, plus one Dixuan Pill from the Xuan level group champion, and one Tianling Pill from the Di level group champion. In total, I can get four Tianling Pills and one Diling Pill. We have gained a lot in this ancient martial arts competition, hahahaha."
Seeing Ye Feng's smug look, Taoist Chongxu and the others were furious. He sneered, "Sect Master Ye is really dreaming. From your tone, it seems that you won the championships of the Xuan-level and Di-level ancient martial arts competitions?"
"Yeah, don't you agree? But there's nothing you can do if you don't agree. You have to speak with strength."
Yue Zhuoqun rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Master Chongxu, don't argue with him. Let's talk about the bet on the Tianling Pill. Mr. Mo Da has a large family and countless spiritual medicines in Fangcun Mountain. If he loses, there will be no problem paying for the Tianling Pill. Sect Master Ye, do you have the Tianling Pill?"
Ye Feng really didn't have the Tianling Pill on him right now. He patted his chest and said, "You are so stingy. What are you afraid of? I even have the Heyi Pill. Are you afraid that I will still rely on your Tianling Pill?"
Yue Zhuoqun, Taoist Chongxu, and Zen Master Zhikong looked at each other and felt that Ye Feng's words made sense. He could even give the Heyi Pill to Du Zhong, so he should have the Tianling Pill as well. The three stopped talking and started to make their own plans.
Just as the gambling was in full swing on the podium, the competition on the ring had already begun.
Luo Feng looked at Jiang Yixue and couldn't help but marvel at the fact that it was such an honor to be able to compete with such a beautiful woman.
He had just watched Jiang Yixue's game, but he was in the game and had no mood to appreciate the beauty. Now that he was looking at Jiang Yixue from such a close distance and seeing her so clearly, the feeling was completely different.
Jiang Yixue was still wearing the same purple tight sportswear. The soft fabric outlined her graceful figure, her firm chest line, and her round hips. But what made people most excited was her eyes that sparkled like stars and her small and cute red lips that looked like red cherries.
Seeing Luo Feng staring blankly at Xi, Jiang Yixue also looked at him with interest, admiring his muscular body: "Handsome boy, you are wearing so little, are you trying to seduce me?"
Luo Feng said calmly, "Beautiful lady, I misunderstood you. I am wearing this outfit to convey a message to you, which is my identity. I am competing as an ancient warrior, ready to die. I have no intention of disrespecting you. Please don't misunderstand me, beautiful lady."