Ye Feng’s first challenger was the person who most wanted to snatch his Master Tianzhen’s inheritance, and was also the person who could manipulate the draw.
Even with his eyes closed, Ye Feng could guess that he was the organizer of this ancient martial arts competition, Yue Zhuoqun.
Yue Zhuoqun walked over with a sinister look on his face, carrying a long sword with a scabbard on his shoulder. The scabbard was simple and old, and only the hilt could be seen to be worn out, obviously an ancient sword.
Outside the stadium, Taoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong stared at the stadium with gloomy faces.
Taoist Chongxu whispered to Zen Master Zhikong, "Yue Zhuoqun is too shameless. He did it too obviously. He actually became the first person to challenge Ye Feng. Now the Heyi Pill and the five Tianling Pills are going to be snatched away by him."
"Amitabha, even if he defeats Ye Feng and becomes the champion, it only cancels out his bet. He won't get anything. Taoist priest, don't take it too seriously. Moreover, Fangcun Mountain is ranked third. Yue Zhuoqun has just taken the position of champion and has to accept the challenge of Mr. Mo Da. I'm afraid he will have to give up the position before it even gets warm. Shangqing Sect and Xuankong Temple are ranked last, so they have more chances."
Taoist Chongxu felt that Ye Feng's Heyi Pill was his. He said without any expression, "Mr. Mo Da's cultivation is unfathomable. Are you sure you can snatch his Heyi Pill?"
Zen Master Zhikong remained calm and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, everything in the world is fate. Whether the Heyi Pill belongs to our Xuankong Temple depends on the depth of fate."
Taoist Chongxu gave Zen Master Zhikong a blank look. Although he said nothing, he secretly muttered in his heart, this monk only knows how to chant scriptures. No wonder Xuankong Temple has been declining in recent years.
It's so hateful that the old bastard Yue Zhuoqun got there first. The next ancient martial arts competition should be hosted by us, the Shangqing Sect.
Except for Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da, Yue Zhuoqun and the other two wanted to be the first to challenge Ye Feng and snatch Ye Feng's prize.
Seeing that Yue Zhuoqun was the first to challenge Ye Feng, the expressions of Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da were completely opposite to those of Taoist Chongxu and the others. The two looked at each other and smiled without saying anything.
Yue Zhuoqun put a lot of thought into wanting to be the first to challenge Ye Feng, and thought he had the upper hand. However, he failed miserably and was the first to be defeated.
Yue Zhuoqun looked at Ye Feng with a sinister smile: "Sect Master Ye, I am the first one to challenge you. Although we are friends, for the sake of competitive spirit, I must do my best. Wait a minute, if I hurt you, don't blame me."
"Hahaha, Sect Master Yue, you are wrong."
"Oh, what did I say wrong?"
"You are wrong on two points. First, we are not friends. Second, you can't hurt me. And I want to say this. If I hurt you, you can blame me. I don't care."
"Boy, the most annoying thing about you is your mouth. Because of your nonsense, you are dead today."
Yue Zhuoqun's eyes became ferocious. From the moment he met Ye Feng and knew that he had inherited the legacy of Master Tianzhen, he hated Ye Feng to the core.
Moreover, he lost the bets to Ye Feng in both the Xuan level group competition and the Di level group competition. It was like a knife was cutting his heart. He had been unable to sleep or eat in the past few days. He wished he could peel off Ye Feng's skin, drink his blood, and eat his flesh.
And now, he can finally take action. There is no official to restrain him, and no one else can say anything. In the competition, he can kill Ye Feng with a legitimate reason.
With a loud bang, the long sword behind Yue Zhuoqun flew out automatically and fell into his hand.
Yue Zhuoqun showed off his skill of unsheathing a flying sword, which attracted deafening cheers from the surrounding Taiyi Sect disciples.
A handle three fingers wide
"The master is mighty."
"The sect leader has mastered the flying sword, so amazing."
"The Sect Master is so imposing, you will definitely succeed in the challenge."
"Come on, Sect Master."
Amid the cheers of the disciples, Yue Zhuoqun looked very pleased with himself and said to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, where is your weapon? I have never seen you use a weapon. Don't you have any weapon that you are good at using?"
Ye Feng showed a look of disdain. The flying sword was unsheathed in front of his own Qi-controlling sword, which was an entry-level skill.
Yue Zhuoqun is too superficial and is complacent after showing off such a skill. No wonder none of his disciples have any real talent or knowledge, and their reputation is not as good as that of Fang Cunshan.
He sneered at Yue Zhuoqun's unsheathed flying sword, but the ancient sword in his hand attracted Ye Feng's attention. It was indeed a good sword.
The blade of the ancient sword was obviously pressed into some kind of formation. The texture was complex but clearly layered, and it exuded a suffocating murderous aura.
The moment it was unsheathed, a chill hit my face, and the sound was sonorous and powerful. Without looking at the material, I knew that it was forged from ten thousand year old cold iron mixed with star pattern steel.
Especially the hilt whose lines had been worn off, and a purple vitality stone inlaid at the end, emitting a hazy purple light.
Most Yuanqi Stones are divided into grades according to red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, and purple. Red, orange, yellow, and green are lower grade, indigo, indigo, and purple are middle grade, and white jade-like Yuanqi Stone is higher grade.
Although the purple vitality stone is not as good as the top-grade vitality stone, it is also the best among the mid-grade ones. It is very precious and has a similar value to the Tianling Pill.
Generally, ancient warriors use the spiritual energy in the Yuanqi Stone for cultivation. This is the first time I have seen it embedded in a weapon. The person who forged this sword must be very rich. He had too many Yuanqi Stones to use, so he actually used it as a decoration and embedded it in the weapon.
Seeing Ye Feng staring at his ancient sword, Yue Zhuoqun became even more proud: "My sword is pretty good, remember, it's called Purple Lightning. It's not shameful for you to lose to it. It's the treasure of our Taiyi Sect."
Ye Feng twisted his wrist lightly, and the flying sword slipped from his sleeve into his palm. He smiled faintly: "It's not that I don't have a sword, but I never draw my sword easily, because it will be stained with blood. I didn't want to hurt anyone with my sword, but in order to respect your purple lightning, I will still draw my sword."
Yue Zhuoqun was so angry that he trembled. This kid actually ignored me and drew his sword out of respect for the purple lightning in my hand. It was so infuriating.
"Boy, you are too arrogant. If that's the case, don't blame me for being merciless with the purple lightning in my hand."
A flash of sword light shot towards Ye Feng's chest. As the name of the sword suggested, it was as fast as a flash of purple lightning and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
This sword is really impressive. It did not disappoint anyone and did not live up to its name. It's a pity that it has the wrong owner.
Ye Feng was very confident. Ever since he was burned by the blazing flames on Penglai Island and transformed himself to become a god, his senses had surpassed those of ordinary people.
Especially after entering the realm of human medicine and destiny, there is an additional golden divine pupil between the eyebrows. Nothing in the world can escape its detection, and any subtle changes inside things can be seen.
A thought can travel a thousand miles. It is more like a feeling than an observation. That mysterious spiritual awareness enables him to see through the real changes hidden in the surface phenomena.
When the purple lightning sword stabbed towards him, the world seemed to freeze in front of him.
Ye Feng saw the cunning look in Yue Zhuoqun's eyes, and the purple energy stone in the handle of the purple electric sword suddenly lit up, like a dazzling purple lightning in the dark night.
(End of this chapter)