Yue Zhuoqun grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve with a sinister smile on his face: "Sect Master Ye, please stay. In fact, there is no need for us to be so awkward. Since everyone has conflicting opinions, why not let Zen Master Zhikong make the judgment?"
"Master Zhikong, you have always been fair and compassionate. Please tell us what we should do."
Although Zen Master Zhikong had always stayed out of the matter, he knew the interests involved better than anyone else. When he saw Yue Zhuoqun throwing the hot potato to him, he secretly cursed Yue Zhuoqun as an old fox.
He chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, harmony is the most precious thing in all things. This is an ancient martial arts competition, there is no need for us to draw swords. Since Sect Master Yue asked me to be the judge, I will speak frankly. I think that there is no prohibition on the use of ferocious beasts in the competition. It was the ferocious beast that poisoned the person, not the Yihua Palace disciples who poisoned and injured the person. There is no need to hold the Yihua Palace disciples responsible."
Taoist Chongxu seemed helpless, restored his fake smile, and sighed, "Alas, what Zen Master Zhikong said makes sense, I have also figured it out, Sect Master Ye, please don't blame me, I saw my disciple was poisoned to death, I was heartbroken, so I said something that didn't belong to me. All the disciples of Shangqing Sect, calm down, the bronze mirror was killed by a beast, he can't blame others, he can only blame his bad luck. I, Chongxu, hereby declare that no disciple of Shangqing Sect will seek revenge for this matter, and whoever does this, I will expel him from the sect, do you understand?"
All the disciples of Shangqing Sect were afraid of the poisonous scorpion flying in the sky. No one dared to seek revenge. They only made a fuss and pretended to seek justice for their senior brother's death for the sake of face.
Since the master had spoken and had this outlet, they immediately calmed down and no one dared to speak out.
Yue Zhuoqun was a little helpless and laughed dryly: "Now that the matter is settled, let's continue the game. There are still many rounds to go, so let's try to finish the game as soon as possible."
Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue sat back in their chairs, and the disciples of Yihua Palace sheathed their swords. The withdrawal storm on the top of Mount Huashan disappeared without a trace.
Du Zhong gave Ye Feng a thumbs up, as if to say, only you would make those three old guys swallow their anger. If it were someone else, I'm afraid the scene would be different.
Mr. Mo Da also gave him an admiring look, saying, "Boy, you are quite domineering."
The local-level match was extremely intense. Everyone tried their best to display their strength and risked their lives, and there was even a situation where both sides suffered losses.
Although some people won the game and defeated their opponents, they were seriously injured and could not continue fighting, so they had to withdraw from the competition.
Although there were 25 earth-level disciples from Yihua Palace participating in the competition, after three rounds of competition, only team captain Li Yanzhi, Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er qualified for the semi-finals. Most of the other sisters lacked combat experience and were a little nervous, so they all lost.
The last match of the third round is between the official Nie Qingwu and Taiyi Sect’s Sun Ying. Whoever wins will qualify for the semi-finals and will face Li Yanzhi in the next match.
Nie Qingwu was wearing a tight black patent leather battle suit. The highly elastic tight fabric outlined her perfect and slender figure. What didn't match her beauty was the flying knife tied around her waist that gleamed with cold light.
Her delicate appearance reveals a feminine spirit, which makes people feel that she has a unique charm.
Sun Ying of Taiyi Sect was a tall and thin man, carrying a nine-hole broadsword on his shoulder. The sword was an ordinary sword, but it had nine holes on the back and was inlaid with nine silver rings.
Nie Qingwu's gaze did not fall on her opponent Sun Ying, but on the podium.
Everyone thought that Nie Qingwu was looking at the official team leader Du Zhong, but Du Zhong knew that Nie Qingwu's ultimate target was Ye Feng, so he consciously turned his head away.
Seeing Nie Qingwu looking at him, Ye Feng smiled and nodded, expressing encouragement, "Come on, you will definitely make it to the semi-finals."
Seeing that Nie Qingwu didn't even look at her, Sun Ying looked annoyed, thinking that Nie Qingwu looked down on her.
He shook the nine-hole broadsword lightly, and the silver ring on the blade hit the blade, making a crisp sound like a silver bell.
Nie Qingwu didn't think anything of the sound of the silver ring, but Li Yanzhi and Ye Feng were both moved. Could it be that the silver ring on Sun Ying's nine-hole knife, like the golden ring on Monk Du Xin's lotus Zen staff, had the effect of confusing people's minds
If Ye Feng hadn't beaten the drum to cheer her on, Li Yanzhi would have probably fallen into Monk Duxin's trap.
Nie Qingwu gently moved her snow-white, slender fingers, like a vigilant cowboy in a western movie, her hands slowly dropped to her waist, and she looked at Sun Ying quietly.
An evil smile appeared on Sun Ying's lips, and his eyes stared at Nie Qingwu's proud body wantonly, with evil thoughts written all over his face.
"Little sister, are you only bringing a few knives to compete with me? Your officials are too stingy. Why don't you give you some good weapons? Take a look at my nine-ring knife. What do you think?"
Sun Ying swung the nine-ring knife in his hand with an ostentatious look on his face. The blade exuded a chill as it collided with the silver nine rings, emitting silver light as smooth as mercury flowing on the ground.
Nie Qingwu could tell at a glance that the Nine-Hole Silver Ring Knife was made of cold iron. Ordinary steel did not have the kind of coldness that could pierce the skin.
Unable to bear the smug look of such a villain, Nie Qingwu pretended not to know him: "I don't think your knife is very good."
Sun Ying smiled proudly: "Little sister, I know you don't know the value of it. This is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. No wonder you have never seen thousand-year-old cold iron before. We have many weapons like this in Taiyi Sect. Little sister, if you are willing to admit defeat and go on a date with me, hehe, I can give you one."
Nie Qingwu sneered: "I don't want it, keep it for yourself."
Sun Ying got a bad answer. A fierce look appeared in his eyes. "Little girl, if you don't accept my toast, I will teach you a lesson and let you know how powerful I am."
Boom, with a deafening drum sound, the competition began, and everyone stared at the two people on the ring with full concentration.
"Little sister, since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame your brother for being violent."
Sun Ying channeled his internal strength into his hands, swung the broadsword in his hand, and with a clang, clang, he chopped directly at Nie Qingwu's head.
Sun Ying's knife was as fast as lightning, and its momentum was like an overwhelming tidal wave. Before the sharp knife arrived, the sharp wind from the knife had already caused pain on people's cheeks. It was hard to believe that such powerful strength could be contained in Sun Ying's thin body.
Although Sun Ying's sword was powerful, the collision of the nine silver rings did not confuse people's minds, so Ye Feng felt a little relieved.
Nie Qingwu raised her wrist, and with a crisp sound, a small flying knife the size of a palm actually blocked the mighty nine-hole silver ring sword.
Sun Ying couldn't help but let out an evil laugh. His nine-hole sword was made of 60% thousand-year-old cold iron. It was not only extremely sharp, but also very heavy.
A small dagger actually wanted to block my nine-hole cold iron knife. It was like an ant trying to shake a tree. It could be broken by the pressure.
(End of this chapter)