The school's coaching whip was revealed, and many people saw the implied meaning.
Wang Zhen on the stage couldn't dodge in time. He had already suffered five sticks, and he felt the pain as if his bones were shattered. Luo Mingchuan shot too fast, and he didn't have time to speak at all. If he went on like this, he would be seriously injured... He clenched his teeth hard, and he couldn't care about his face and the majesty of the martial art, so he would shout and admit defeat.
Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat.
He found himself... he was speechless!
Confused, he was hit with a stick on his back, and it hurt a lot.
The audience could only see that Luo Mingchuan's shot was getting faster and faster, and the heavy stick shadows were woven into a large net, completely covering the opponent in it.
Wang Zhen was horrified, but his eyes widened, unable to speak. He didn't have a sword in his hand, and his true essence had been completely consumed in resisting the stick, and at this time he could only dodge in embarrassment.
Luo Mingchuan didn't use his true essence anymore, and he couldn't escape only by his movement skills.
Yin Biyue felt strange.
It makes no sense that Wang Zhen still does not admit defeat.
He soon realized that, under the coaching whip, in order to prevent the students who were punished shouting and disturbing the order, there was a note to block the airflow in his throat. Similar to 'Gag order'.
It's just that this trick was abolished as early as three hundred years ago, and no one uses it anymore. If it wasn't for the fact that he had read thousands of classics in the Yeshulou, including his academy origins, he would never have known that coaching had this trick.
And Luo Mingchuan's coaching whip is more powerful and stricter than the one used by the current academy to restrain students, and it is more true.
No one in the audience could see the clue.
In addition to sighing that Luo Mingchuan has extensive knowledge and is worthy of studying in an academy, and that he can do such exercises, some people also noticed Wang Zhen, "I didn't expect this person to have such a backbone, and he wouldn't admit defeat when he got hurt like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was in the same class as him, and the older disciple reprimanded,
"What kind of backbone, stupid! If you have a momentary conflict of spirits, if you hurt the root of your spiritual veins, how will you go about your future cultivation path?! You must never learn from him!"
The others nodded in agreement.
Luo Mingchuan, as the senior brother of Cangya Mountain, many sect disciples know him and have a good impression of him.
"It would be better for that person to admit defeat earlier! If he doesn't admit defeat, Senior Brother Luo has to keep fighting. How tiring!"
"Senior Brother Luo is so generous. He knows that the opponent is unable to fight any more, and now he doesn't even need to use his real energy."
Occasionally a sentence or two reached the ears of Baopu Zong people, and they felt inconceivable while being angry.
The arena has a protective formation to prevent the overflow of true essence from affecting the audience, and it also has an isolation formation to avoid the intervention of the strong under the stage and affect the competition on the stage. Only the Qinglu Sword Sect, the leader, can control the formation in the event of an unexpected situation, so as to avoid heavy casualties.
In this situation, Luo Mingchuan no longer uses True Yuan, and Wang Zhen was only injured by the flesh, obviously not human life.
Wang Zhen himself did not admit defeat, and the elder who presided over the formation naturally did not mean to stop. Anyway, there is a time limit for the first round of competition, and it's good to declare the winner when the time comes.
He Lai vaguely felt that something was wrong, and it was clear that Wang Zhen had already talked to him before he came to power. He looked carefully at Wang Zhen's expression, and suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe... He couldn't admit defeat at all!
He Lai's face suddenly changed.
In fact, Yin Biyue also found it strange. According to common sense, this approach is not upright and seems to violate the way of a gentleman.
Then, he suddenly heard Duan Diao's laughter.
Yin Biyue looked puzzled, and the chattering chatter came over and said in a low voice, "Fourth Senior Brother, the rumor that you have gone into trouble and lost your cultivation base was first spread by this Wang Zhen..."
After this journey, Duan Chongxuan no longer had any hostility towards Luo Mingchuan.
"He couldn't keep his mouth shut before, but Senior Brother Luo made him unable to speak at this time."
Yin Biyue suddenly remembered that on the Panlong Ridge, Luo Mingchuan once said that practitioners of my generation always have the time to draw their swords.
Luo Mingchuan is not an absolute Virgin.
He has principles and methods, and he will not bully others, nor will he allow others to bully them.
Yin Biyue felt that her previous understanding of Luo Mingchuan was too biased.
At this time, Wang Zhen in the ring seemed to have used up all his strength and shouted, "I admit defeat!..."
At almost the same moment, the bell rang, and the deacon disciple of the Qinglu Sword Sect said loudly, "The time is up... This game is over, Cangya Mountain Luo Mingchuan wins."
Luo Mingchuan Shi Shiran withdrew his hand and jumped off the ring.
Immediately, a disciple of Pu Zong went up and lifted Wang Zhen, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, down.
The fight began in an unexpected way and ended in the same way.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain didn't cheer again, maybe because the other party looked too miserable, or maybe it was influenced by Luo Mingchuan's bearing, they all showed the respectful and humiliating manner of the sect.
But each of them looked proud with a reserved and proud smile.
On the contrary, winning like this is a matter of course, making Bao Puzong more embarrassed and annoyed than cheering loudly.
He Lai has calmed down because he thought that he would meet Yin Biyue in the ring tomorrow.
This is very good. From entering Yecheng to the last two days of fighting, whether it is Duan Chongxuan or Luo Mingchuan, he has accumulated a lot of anger, as if a fire is burning in his heart. Kill yourself.
There was a sudden commotion from the Qinglu Sword Sect, because Zhong Shan was about to play.
Everyone's eyes were attracted.
The one who fought against Zhong Shan was an obscure disciple from the southern borderlands. In addition to being annoyed by his bad luck, he seems to have accepted the arrangement of fate, and it is better to be discouraged than nervous.
People are more concerned about Zhong Shan's performance than his reaction.
At this time, the scene was quiet, and few people whispered, as if they were worried that if they were a little distracted, they would miss Zhong Shan's shot.
In the southern continent, not many people have seen Zhongshan with their own eyes, let alone the other four continents.
However, this well-known young man does not have eye-catching facial features.
Perhaps it was because the sword around his waist was so dazzling that it overwhelmed his own brilliance.
Yin Biyue glanced at it, and only noticed the eyebrows that were straight like ink lines, and the lips that were very pale and thin.
But he would never forget the sharp eyes that shot straight into the morning.
This is a very dangerous person.
As soon as the two of them stood on the ring, the disciple met Zhong Shan's gaze and suddenly screamed, "I admit..."
"Boom!..."
A loud bang!
A figure flew high and smashed directly on the edge of the ring, raising a cloud of smoke and blood!
The smoke was aroused when he fell, and the blood mist was sprayed from the abdominal cavity by the scabbard, but it appeared almost at the same time.
The wind and rain sword was not sheathed, and it had already hurt people.
too fast.
When everyone came back to their senses, Zhong Shan had already left the stage and walked away. He was not going in the direction of the Qinglu Sword Sect, but returning to the city.
But no one called out to him.
There was silence on and off the stage.
Yin Biyue's expression became solemn.
Because he saw that it was not the true essence on the scabbard that hit the opponent first, but the overflowing sword energy.
That sword seemed to be extremely casual, hurting people only with the realm higher than the opponent and the violent real energy. But what made him even more vigilant was the kendo cultivation that Zhong Shan exhibited.
Thunder strike, retract freely.
The two sides of the other three arenas had not finished seeing the ceremony, and it was already over on Zhong Shan's side.
So the deacon disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect began to arrange for the two sides to compete in this arena in the next match.
"Cangya Mountain Ruan Xiaolian to hold Pu Zong Zhouyue..."
Ruan Xiaolian smiled at He Yanyun, signaling her not to worry. Then he lifted his skirt and walked up to the stage.
When she stood on the stage, many people just recovered from Zhong Shan's shock.
Ruan Xiaolian wore a white dress with silver belts and frosted shoes. She was not equipped with a weapon, and looked like a white lotus flower that was invincible.
Compared with the bright, bright and unrestrained style of the female nuns of Lianjian Sect, this kind of pitiful temperament obviously made many male disciples shine.
Even the Qinglu Sword Sect, who was the least calm, murmured for a while.
The person standing opposite her laughed.
Originally, Zhou Yue was a little worried about going to Cangya Mountain by lottery, especially when he heard that the other party was similar to his realm.
But seeing such a weak girl today, it is obviously because she is lucky.
After the two of them saw the ceremony, Zhou Yue opened his mouth to tease each other, "This junior sister..."
I saw the opponent punched! Bring the majestic True Essence to the face!
In the blink of an eye, the fist is close at hand!
Zhou Yue was shocked, and he just drew his sword and hurriedly retreated!
Many people think that the two sides in this competition are in similar realms, and it should be a stalemate for a long time.
Then they watched helplessly, the weak Bai Lian beat the eight-footed man with bare hands, punching to the flesh. And Zhou Yue's sword stance could not be used under the shadow of her fist!
He Yanyun proudly said, "Xiao Lian practiced the inverted mountain boxing, how could he be fooled by his fancy sword!"
Duan Chongxuan coughed and explained, "This kind of exercise is similar to Second Senior Sister's Wind and Thunder Fist..."
Yin Biyue also saw that Ruan Xiaolian might not have any advantage over others, but this Zhou Yue's swordsmanship was tricky, and the moves he practiced were indeed exquisite, but unfortunately he was not proficient.
It happened to meet Ruan Xiaolian, a 'one-force subduing ten', only to be beaten.
Some disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect had already turned their heads, and they couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Naturally, it wasn't because they thought Zhou Yue was too miserable, but because they didn't know how to face Ruan Xiaolian who was rolling up her sleeves.
Yin Biyue sympathized with them, and the blow of the goddess' disillusionment was like going into a demon.
The shadow of the sun slanted westward, and the sound of twilight drums could be heard faintly from the drum towers in the city, and some tired crows returned to their nests in the distance.
It's another one-day flower-folding competition that ends.
Some of the younger generation in the cultivation world laughed with the people around them, talking about the harvest of watching the game today, and some people were worried about tomorrow's appearance, and listened to their colleagues to encourage them.
They went in different directions and dispersed. They are all equally smug, full of unease and anticipation for the future.
The setting sun stretched their shadows slantingly, but it didn't add any vigour, but instead showed vigor.
******
All sects have their joys and sorrows. So far, Cangya Mountain's promotion rate is not bad. Ranked first in the 'one mountain and three factions'.
As for the two battles between Luo Mingchuan and Zhong Shan, ordinary Yecheng people couldn't understand them, and even regretted that they were not exciting enough. But for practitioners, it means a lot.
Zhongshan lives up to its reputation, and the sword of wind and rain is also undiminished in its sheath.
But the other thing is clearly more talkative.
The news of the flower-folding meeting always spread quickly, so from Yecheng to Quannanlu, everyone knew that Baopuzong's disciple was taught by Luo Mingchuan, the first disciple of Cangya.
Hearing such remarks, the disciples of Baopuzong would say, Cangya Mountain has always been unreasonable and domineering, but does he really think I have no one? Tomorrow, Senior Brother He will fight with the disciples of the Sword Saint! Let them see what the grand style is.
There were twenty-eight people from Baopu Zong, and five of them were eliminated in the first round. Compared with other small sects, such a promotion rate is already high.
But Bao Puzong has always regarded himself as equal to Cangya Mountain, and this time it is not as good in comparison. More importantly, what happened in the past two days has made them very angry.
So tomorrow's test against Yin Biyue becomes particularly important.
Not only He Lai, but everyone in Baopu Zong felt that there was an anger in his mouth that he wanted to vent.
The closer to the fight, the calmer He Lai's face, on the contrary, the more and more excited his heart is.
Tomorrow he will be famous for defeating the disciples of the Sword Saint, how can people not expect it
In the small courtyard by the Autumn Lake, Yin Biyue, who was under the Magnolia Magnolia, also became calm.
Tomorrow will be the first battle for him to enter the WTO. Maybe many people will come to see it, but he does not think there is any special significance.
He has watched many battles, and the fighting spirit is in full swing, and he needs a confrontation to verify his recent insights.
That's all.