Chapter Eighteen Blockbuster Five: The Arrival of Lu Ming
In the early hours of the morning, Lu Lin brought Liu Feiyan, whose eyes were red and her face was extremely haggard and pale, and Lu Yue, who was crying non-stop, to Lu Tianen's residence.
"Brother, wake up quickly. Yue'er misses you so much." Lu Yue sat in Lu Tianen's arms and cried sadly.
"Ming'er, Ming'er." Liu Feiyan couldn't bear the blow and called Lu Ming's name in a daze.
Two elixirs and two powerful forces continued to repair Lu Ming's injuries, and congestion began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
As the congestion overflowed, Lu Ming's face gradually gained a trace of blood, and his pulse also beat slightly!
The sky is getting brighter, and today will be the last day of the Lu Family Competition. The intensity will be much more intense than the competitions in the previous few days, which makes all the audience look forward to it, especially the competition for first and second place.
More importantly, they are very concerned about Lu Ming's injury and hope that Lu Ming can come back to compete in the competition again!
But they were disappointed. It was less than half an hour before the start of the competition, and Lu Ming still couldn't be seen!
"Can't he come?" This is the question that the audience present is thinking at the same time.
The patriarch and Lu Feng also kept silently looking in the direction of the fifth elder, but the expectation on the faces of the patriarch and Lu Feng was gradually replaced by disappointment.
Lu Feng admires Lu Ming. Although he can let him enter the Qingyun Sect directly, he wants to see Lu Ming use his own strength to prove to others that he has the ability to enter the top three!
The time for the competition has arrived, but the clan leader did not give the order to start. He was waiting for Lu Feng's nod.
An hour has passed. Although the competition has been postponed, there is no voice of dissatisfaction.
Lu Feng nodded, with a hint of helplessness and disappointment on his face.
"Competing for the top three today!" Lu Tianhao's voice spread to every corner of the competition venue, and the venue suddenly became noisy.
Many people were very disappointed that Lu Ming did not arrive, and even shouted to the patriarch to tell everyone about Lu Ming's condition.
But soon, these voices were attracted by the fierce battle on the competition ground.
The nine contestants on the platform are divided into two levels in terms of cultivation. Lu Wu and Lu Hong are on the same level, both reaching the eighth level. The other seven are mostly at the seventh level, and only two are at the sixth level.
At the top of the rankings, it can be said that their ranking in the top ten is entirely due to luck.
The other seven disciples wanted to challenge Lu Wu and Lu Hong. They knew they were no match. The only thing they were lucky about was that Lu Ming was injured and could not participate, so they had a chance to get third place. This gave them the only chance, and the seven of them fought for it.
There is a quota, so the battle is extremely fierce!
The two peak sixth-level disciples withdrew from the competition. They were very satisfied with being in the top ten.
"Bang, ah!" With a cry of unwilling anger and a collision of spiritual power, another person was defeated.
"It's great to fight, come again!" One of the disciples shouted more and more bravely as he fought. No one wanted to quit in the fight for the top three.
Roaring, unwilling, and bloody, some of the disciples on the fighting stage were already red-eyed. Only two people did not fight, but looked at each other. They were Lu Wu and Lu Hong.
"Senior Sister, I want to compete with you for the first place this year. Please show mercy to me, Senior Sister." A smile appeared on Lu Wu's handsome face, which made many female disciples feel excited.
"Junior brother, you are too modest. Your current strength is on par with mine. Maybe you are showing mercy to me." Lu Hong said with a charming smile, and many male disciples looked at him without blinking.
The conversation between the two immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone present. This was the highlight of the day.
Several other people who were fighting also stopped fighting.
"Lu Wu." Lu Wu's face straightened, and he put away his smile and replaced it with a serious expression.
"Lu Hong." Lu Hong smiled and hugged Lu Wu, showing off her fists.
"Senior sister, let me use the Spiritual Wind Sword Technique!" Lu Wu was not polite and directly used the Lu family's rare special skill. A burst of mid-eighth level spiritual power emitted from Lu Wu's sword and quickly slashed at Lu Wu.
rainbow.
The Spirit Wind Sword Technique is very famous in the Lu family, and it is also known for its speed, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
Lu Hong looked solemnly at the speeding sword energy, not daring to be negligent, and took out a delicate sword. The same spiritual power from the eighth level of Qi training gradually came out, and turned away Lu Wu's sword energy.
The two of them took two steps back in unison, and the round ended in a draw. The audience watched quietly, especially the young disciples, with their eyes wide open. It was rare for the two of them to make a move, so naturally they would not let go of such an opportunity.
Pass.
"Junior brother has made great progress. It seems that he has put in a lot of effort." Lu Hong said to Lu Wu, with a solemn look on his face.
"Senior sister is not left behind either."
The exchange between the two seemed ordinary, but both of them used 80% of their spiritual power.
"Junior brother, take a move from me."
Lu Hong's sword light suddenly increased greatly, and a silver-white sword energy continued to gather on her sword. A small silver-white dragon faintly emerged from the silver-white aura.
"Silver Dragon Technique!" Many disciples shouted in shock when they saw the little dragon drawn.
They were shocked in their hearts. This is the Lu family's technique, second only to Dragon Tiger Fist and another martial arts, the eighth-grade intermediate peak martial arts!
"She has actually reached the eighth level, the level of spiritual manifestation!" Many elders were shocked in their hearts, and only the clan leader nodded with a smile.
"Proud!" With a dragon roar, a silver-white air dragon soared into the air and headed straight for Lu Wu!
Seeing the silver dragon, many disciples were very excited. Although it was very vague, the dragon-shaped outline made them excited. This is a dragon, it is only a legendary existence!
Lu Wu's face remained solemn after seeing Lu Hong use the Silver Dragon Technique. When he saw the spirit dragon transformed, his sword also moved.
A trace of cold light appeared on his sword, and a burst of cold air came out, making people feel a chill rising in their hearts.
"This is a technique created by the third generation ancestor, the Ice Sword Technique!" Many people opened their mouths in surprise.
Everyone knows that these three generations of ancestors are extremely talented. During his Qi training period, he created his own technique, the Ice Sword Technique. Later, he continued to cultivate it into a peerless magical power, the Ice Seal. Once this seal is released, it will be frozen for thousands of miles! Later!
After his continuous modifications, he left a second-level peak technique for future generations, but no one has mastered it yet, and it has become the last name of the Lu family.
"He actually formed the Ice Sword Technique!" Even the clan leader looked shocked.
It's a long story. When the spiritual dragon rushed over, a mist formed by cold light tightly surrounded the silver dragon. The spiritual dragon kept running rampant in the air mass, one ebbing and the other ebbing.
The two of them also gradually turned pale due to the consumption of spiritual energy. This kind of technique requires a lot of spiritual energy to use, and it is easy to hurt themselves if it is not completed.
"Two juniors actually have such talent, that's not bad!" Lu Feng exclaimed with a smile.
"Brother Lu is ridiculous. Compared with you, the core disciples of Qingyun Sect, he is nothing to mention." Lu Tianhao said.
"Haha, you are underestimating them. Even among the junior core disciples of Qingyun Sect, these two people will definitely be in the top fifty!" Lu Feng said with a smile.
Lu Tianhao's expression changed, and he was very happy. There were hundreds of core disciples in the Qingyun Sect, and those who could reach the top fifty were not ordinary people. After all, the resources in the Qingyun Sect were not comparable to those of his Lu family.
Lu Wu and Lu Hong were already sweating on the battle stage, and it was obvious that their spiritual power was exhausted.
The fog and silver dragon between the two people have gradually faded and are about to dissipate.
"Kick, kick, kick." At the moment when Yilongyi's air mass dissipated, the two of them each took five steps back, their faces pale and their bodies weak.
"Okay!" The audience cheered.
"Haha, good!" Lu Feng also cheered.
Both of them were equally shocked by each other's martial arts skills and looked at each other in shock.
Two strands of spiritual energy were shot out from the hands of the clan leader and Lu Feng, and shot towards Lu Wu and Lu Hong. The two strands of spiritual energy entered their bodies, and they immediately felt their bodies shake, and 80% of their spiritual energy was restored.
"A tie?" The contest between the two had no winner!
"Prepare another reward for the first place!" the clan leader suddenly said, resolving everyone's doubts.
Seeing the process and results of the competition between the two, the disciples and monks in the audience were horrified.
Many people are wondering who will win if Lu Ming competes with them. After all, the Dragon Tiger Fist practiced by Lu Ming is a ninth-level martial arts!
Thinking about Lu Ming, many people's faces showed pity.
Not only them, but also the patriarch and Lu Feng.
There is only one place left in the competition. People are looking forward to who can get the third place.
"The competition for the last spot continues!"
As soon as the elder referee finished speaking, a golden light suddenly flashed across the competition field and went straight to the battle stage!
"Who is so bold and dares to go straight to the battle stage!"
"Who is coming! Why didn't the patriarch stop him?" Many viewers were confused by the sudden change.
The disciples who were about to take action on the battle stage also stopped and looked at the golden light that was speeding towards them.
The patriarch and Lu Feng saw the flash of golden light, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces.
The golden light fell, and there were five people standing on the battle stage. It was Lu Ming and the others.
Seeing them, Lu Wu's face showed anticipation, and a fighting spirit burst out from his body, alarming the elders around him.
"Lu Ming!" A loud shout suddenly erupted from the competition venue.
At this moment, the competition field was filled with excitement. The shouts of "Lu Ming, Lu Ming!" brought this competition into a real climax!