Because each competition takes a long time, most of the disciples participating in the finals will have a few days bye.
Chu Wuyong had a bye a few days before the final, and he would not play against the opponent assigned to him until the fourth day.
But even though he got a bye, Chu Wuyong didn't use these few days to rest himself like other contestants, so that he could reach the best state he could achieve during the competition. He still came to the competition place every day, and went back with Li Luo after the competition.
Li Luo didn't think there was anything unusual, but Mr. Zhao Zhang, who came out a little behind him every time, couldn't help squinting his eyes again when he saw how Li Luo was getting along with Chu Wuyong.
He didn't expect that Gu Qingchen and his apprentice would have such a good relationship, but in this way, after his plan is successful, it can also deal Gu Qingchen the biggest blow.
Thinking of this, Elder Zhao couldn't help showing a faint sneer on his lips.
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Four days later, the first ray of morning light appeared in the sky, and the competition field of the competition in the Qingyun Sect was already full of people. Everyone was discussing in whispers, waiting for the start of the competition on this day.
Because Chu Wuyong's competition has never lasted more than two hours before, all the disciples are very optimistic about whether Chu Wuyong can win the final victory.
And the opponent that Chu Wuyong faced today is also very good among all the contestants. However, compared to the strength that Chu Wuyong showed before, he seemed a little inferior.
Having said that, but until the end of the game, we don't know who can really win. It wasn't that there were no opponents with slightly different strengths before, but in the end it was a precedent that someone with a slightly weaker strength won.
Therefore, for today's game, almost everyone came here with great interest.
Naturally, Li Luo was not worried about Chu Wuyong's winning or losing. He believed that with Chu Wuyong's strength, it was impossible to lose.
Elder Zhao, who was sitting next to Li Luo, glanced at Li Luo who was still calm from the corner of his eye, but he snorted secretly in his heart.
Gu Qingchen, the only time you can maintain this disgusting expression is now. He didn't believe that after this match, Gu Qingchen could still maintain this look of being superior.
Don't you love your only disciple very much? Then he will let him fall from the impressive top to the muddy abyss.
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Chu Wuyong calmly flew onto the high platform in front of him after his disciple who was the referee called his name.
Immediately following him on stage was a young man in green clothes with a gloomy face.
After the young man took the stage, those hazy pupils stared at Chu Wuyong for a long time, his whole body was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, just waiting for the referee to announce the start, it was about to open its fangs full of poison , rushed towards Chu Wuyong and bit it.
Chu Wuyong didn't show any discomfort under the young man's eyes like tarsus maggots, as if the young man's uncomfortable sight was just the breeze blowing by his ears inadvertently.
After seeing Chu Wuyong like this, that gloomy young man became more and more fierce in his eyes. Just after the disciple who acted as the referee announced the start of the match, the gloomy disciple named Song Qingyun took out his magic weapon. I saw a silver bong in his hand. He put the bong near his mouth and blew gently, and suddenly a cloud of thick black smoke spewed out from the outlet. In just one breath, the entire competition stage was filled.
The disciples watching the game looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces were a little dazed, and now there was a cloud of black mist in front of them, how could they watch the game like this
Could it be that they can only watch this cloud of black fog and wait until the end of the game? What kind of cheating magic weapon is this? _(:з)∠)_? ! Can they apply for a group to kill the caster
And when the disciples in the audience mourned, Chu Wuyong didn't panic at all in the thick black mist where he couldn't see his fingers. On his handsome face, the pair of black eyes that were soaked in the night looked calmly. Looking around, he simply sat down on the ground and closed his eyes.
Not far from Chu Wuyong, Song Qingyun's expression became more gloomy watching Chu Wuyong's action.
He didn't expect that Chu Wuyong would be so calm, obviously now he is in the dark, and Chu Wuyong is in the light. But looking at Chu Wuyong's appearance, it seems that the current situation is not a threat to him at all.
Song Qingyun couldn't help but gritted his teeth, his eyes became darker and more obscure. Sure enough, Elder Zhao was right. This person was the biggest obstacle preventing him from getting the first place.
Moreover, as long as he helps complete this mission, he can join Elder Zhao's sect and become Elder Zhao's personal disciple in a glorious manner.
Song Qingyun first put on a pair of special black gloves on his hands, and then flipped his palms a few times, and suddenly there was a crystal clear thing like glass shards emitting a faint purple light in his palm.
Song Qingyun was careful not to let the fragment touch his skin, and held the fragment in his hand. When he attacks Chu Wuyong later, he will try every means to make this fragment touch Chu Wuyong's skin.
As long as it touches any part of Chu Wuyong's skin, this fragment will melt into his skin, and then Chu Wuyong's body will emit a weak devilish energy.
And those elders and peak masters not far from the competition stage will definitely notice the fluctuation of the devil energy immediately. At that time, even after a stick of incense, the fragment will automatically withdraw from Chu Wuyong's body, and Chu Wuyong can't help it. Explain why he suddenly exudes magic energy.
And the only one who can radiate devilish energy is the devil cultivator who makes the cultivators feel deeply pained and disgusted, and suddenly exudes Chu Wuyong's fate, which can be imagined.
Song Qingyun shook the shell-sized piece in his hand, then looked in the direction of Chu Wuyong who was sitting on the ground, and curled the corners of his lips maliciously.
Song Qingyun raised his other hand, and put his bong-shaped magic weapon next to his mouth again. This time, what the magic weapon spit out was a cloud of thin white mist, which was not like those just now. The black mist generally spread rapidly, but lingered around Song Qingyun's body. Soon, Song Qingyun's figure disappeared inexplicably in the thick black mist, leaving no breath behind.
On the other side, Chu Wuyong, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He looked at the place where Song Qingyun was standing just now without any trace, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes. There was only a trace, and soon he closed his eyes again, not worried about his current situation at all.