Given Master Mingyue's status and position, no one dared to stop him from leaving, and no one went to ask him why he came but didn't compete and just left in a hurry.
Taoist Chongxu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He had hoped that Ye Feng and Master Mingyue would fight to the death, and it would be best if both of them were disabled so that he could take advantage of it. But who knew that Master Mingyue left without a word.
Taoist Chongxu was extremely disappointed. This old monk was really sick. Even if you couldn't beat him, you could at least consume his strength. It really made me angry.
He said to Master Zhikong in a reproachful manner: "What's wrong with your master uncle? He has been in seclusion for a long time. Is there something wrong with his brain? He ran to the arena, stood face to face for two minutes, and was defeated without a fight."
Zen Master Zhikong was also very depressed. For the sake of those prizes, he specially invited his uncle to participate in the ancient martial arts competition, and he spent a lot of time and effort to persuade him.
He did not regard Ye Feng as a very strong opponent, but only regarded Mr. Mo Da as a strong rival. He thought that if his uncle took action, Mr. Mo Da and his ilk would not be a threat.
Unexpectedly, the Supreme Showdown was so turbulent and dramatic.
The inconspicuous Ye Feng, who participated in the ancient martial arts competition for the first time, has always occupied the position of the champion.
What hurt him the most was that his uncle stood face to face with Ye Feng for a while and then left without a word.
He sighed helplessly: "Amitabha, if Master Uncle didn't take action, he must have his reasons. I can't make any comments."
"You are the leader of Xuankong Temple. Even though he is your uncle, let's not talk about it..."
Master Mingyue is the uncle of Zen Master Zhikong. No matter how dissatisfied Taoist Chongxu was, he dared not say much and could only hold his anger in his heart.
Elder Lu continued to announce: "Master Mingyue of Xuankong Temple left the stage midway, which is considered as giving up and admitting defeat. The last challenger, Taoist Chongxu, will take the stage."
Taoist Chongxu seemed a little hesitant, and Zen Master Zhikong smiled faintly: "Taoist Chongxu, how do you think you are better than Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun?"
Taoist Chongxu gave Zen Master Zhikong a blank look and knew what Zen Master Zhikong meant. Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun were both defeated by Ye Feng. Can you win if you go up
Taoist Chongxu said bitterly: "Even if I can't win again, I won't withdraw from the competition. I can lose, but I can't be a coward."
When he said this, he deliberately spoke loudly so that Du Zhong and Zen Master Zhikong could hear it. He also glared at them, obviously directed at the two of them.
Zen Master Zhikong's face turned red, he clasped his hands together, and secretly groaned in his heart, "If I had known that my uncle would be defeated without a fight, I would have fought even at the cost of my old bones. I have wasted an opportunity in vain. Fortunately, he only took out a pair of Buddhist beads, but it's a pity that the thousand-year-old incense and vows contained in the Buddhist beads were wasted."
Du Zhong knew that Taoist Chongxu was making a veiled criticism, so he ignored him and pretended not to see it, cursing in his heart, "You know shit! This is not being a coward, this is self-awareness."
Taoist Chongxu strode towards the competition field with a fake smile on his face: "Sect Master Ye, it's finally my turn. I'm so happy for you. You won two games without fighting. You're so lucky."
Ye Feng knew that although Taoist Chongxu was congratulating him on the surface, he must be cursing him to death in his heart.
Facing such a sinister villain like Taoist Chongxu, Ye Feng didn't want to talk. He shook his wrist, and a crystal clear flying sword appeared in his hand. He said coldly: "No more nonsense, draw your sword."
There was a flash of anger in Taoist Chongxu's eyes. "You don't show me any mercy. I'm going to fight you today."
Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong smiled at each other with relaxed expressions. At this point in the ancient martial arts competition, there seemed to be no suspense. Taoist Chongxu's cultivation was not high among the five major sects. He was only in the middle stage of the innate realm. Even Mo Da, who was at the peak of the innate realm, could not beat Ye Feng. How could Taoist Chongxu win when he was two levels lower
By this time, on the top of Mount Huashan, except for the disciples of Shangqing Sect and Yihua Palace who were still watching the ancient martial arts competition intently, the disciples of other sects had already deduced the result.
A game without suspense loses its charm.
Taoist Chongxu drew out the long sword on his shoulder, and a purple-red sword light dazzled everyone's eyes. This sword was very similar to Yue Zhuoqun's Purple Lightning Sword, and a purple vitality stone was also inlaid in the hilt.
However, this sword is far inferior to the Purple Lightning Sword, because the blade of this sword is only carved with neat blood patterns and there is no formation engraved on it. It seems that this Yuanqi Stone is really used for decoration.
Ye Feng shook his head regretfully. He didn't press it into the formation. It was such a waste of a piece of ten thousand year old cold iron and star pattern steel.
Suddenly, Ye Feng's divine eyes sensed a strange energy. That energy did not come from the sword body, but from the hilt.
There is a beast head carved on the hilt, which looks like a tiger's head, with bared fangs and claws, looking ferocious and vicious. In order to enhance the effect, some swordsmiths will carve beast heads on the hilt to show the power and dominance of the sword.
However, this tiger head is not a decoration, but it contains a powerful spiritual power sealed in it. It is more like a totem, a seal.
Ye Feng's divine eyes could only see that there was a powerful spiritual power hidden in the beast head. As for what it was exactly, probably only Taoist Chongxu would know.
Taoist Chongxu obviously came prepared. No wonder he went into the battle even though he knew he could not win. It must have something to do with the purple sword in his hand.
No matter what sword you have, I will destroy your sword first, and then see what you can use to fight me.
Ye Feng raised the flying sword in his hand, the sword light surged, cutting through the sky, and stabbed towards Taoist Chongxu's chest.
Seeing Ye Feng coming at him fiercely and unstoppably, Taoist Chongxu's face changed. He did not dare to resist. Instead, he stepped on the Seven Star Steps and quickly dodged, muttering something and swiping his fingers in the air.
A purple light flashed by, it was not the sword light, but a little cat with fur as bright red as fire appeared next to Taoist Chongxu.
The fiery red kitten appeared out of nowhere, causing the female disciples of Yihua Palace to scream in succession.
"What a cute little kitty, is it a fire civet cat?"
"It looks like a fire civet cat. If it couldn't breathe fire, it would still be very lovable."
"I think I want a fire civet cat like this."
However, when the breeze blew, the little kitten with fiery red fur actually grew rapidly. In full view of everyone, it quickly grew into a giant, a tiger more than one meter tall.
Ye Feng couldn't help but gasp. This was not a fire civet cat at all. It was a ferocious beast called the Liyan Tiger Beast, with fur as bright red as flames, pupils as bright as lightning, and fangs and claws bared.
Li Yanhu raised his tiger head high and glanced majestically at the whole place, his eyes flashing with a faint red light. The summit of Mount Huashan suddenly fell silent, especially the low-level Xuan-level disciples, who didn't even dare to breathe.
(End of this chapter)