Although everyone knew that Zhang, the leader of Zuowang Peak, had a grudge against Shen Yu for destroying the treasure, but in front of the master of the three halls, the leader of the seven peaks, and all the disciples, Shen Yu dared to openly humiliate the leader of the first peak, and everyone was shocked.
for his courage.
Yu Wenwen may know that what he said is the truth.
Zhang Zhi's face changed rapidly, turning blue and red, and he was shaking with anger. An endless killing intent flowed out of his body. If there weren't too many people watching here, he would definitely kill the person in front of him with a sword.
This arrogant guy.
Master Daochen of the Qinglu Palace couldn't help but scolded: "Shen Yu, you are too presumptuous, how dare you humiliate the leader of a peak."
Shen Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "There are some things that you have done too much and too stupidly."
This statement caused an uproar among everyone, and some people even showed puzzled looks.
"Shen Yu."
Master Daoxuan's deep voice controlled everyone's thoughts.
He asked calmly: "Is there anyone else coming up to challenge?"
Many thoughtful disciples subconsciously looked at Zhang Jian who was covered in blood. When they remembered what happened on the Sky Cliff that day, they immediately stopped and did not dare to step forward.
Fan Weimin from Yanfa Hall did not hesitate.
Zhou Yi on the side smiled and said: "With your current level, do you still need this quota? And judging from his appearance, it is not easy to practice both Taoism and Sword."
Fan Weimin paused after hearing this, and then said: "That's right, then I won't go."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, enigmatically.
Shang Yingluo was laughing so hard in the audience that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and kept talking to the nephews next to her.
Lou Curtain called her and said, "You didn't win the battle, so why are you happy?"
Shang Yingluo said proudly: "If Shen Yu wins, I win. We are in the same team."
Lou Lianzhao rubbed her head lovingly without saying anything.
Ever since the little girl became a disciple of the former master of Duzhen Hall, Lou Lianzhao, who had a cold nature, was extremely doting on this little junior sister, even more so than her proud disciple Yu Wenwen.
Even the white civet was causing trouble everywhere in the Duzhen Palace, and the curtain moves were ignored, which is very puzzling.
Master Daoxuan waited for a moment and said: "The second scene is due to..."
"I'll keep fighting."
Shen Yu's calm voice sounded again on the high platform.
This time, everyone frowned slightly and looked at the handsome man in confusion.
He had already defeated Zhang Jian before. According to the rules of the competition, if no one came out to challenge him, then all he had to do was wait quietly for the winner between Yu Wenwen and Fang Hen.
But why does he continue to challenge?
Everyone followed Shen Yu's gaze and showed a look of relief.
The one he wanted to challenge turned out to be Fang Hen.
"Is he crazy? Fang Hen is the fifteenth on the Academy's Lingyun Ranking, and his strength is much higher than Zhang Jian's."
"Last time at Motian Cliff, he used some tricks to sneak attack Fang Hen. If it were a fair fight, the level gap between the two would be too big."
"That's impossible to say. Shen Yu's body will always be full of miracles."
The disciples outside the field started talking among themselves, and some even recalled what happened at Motian Cliff that day.
Some people also guessed Shen Yu's thoughts.
Previously, Zuowangfeng was instructed by Fang Hen to use a woman with mediocre qualifications to force Shen Yu to participate in the martial arts performance of the Fourth Palace in order to regain face for Chen Jianzhi of the Qinglu Palace. In the end, not only did he fail to regain face, but he lost even more face.
Big face.
In the past month, they have deliberately used the case of the Shen family in Nanhe City to imprison Shen Yu in Siguo Cliff, hoping to abolish his cultivation and expel him from the sect. For this reason, they did not hesitate to create some rumors to discredit Shen Yu.
Therefore, today, Shen Yu is coming for revenge.
But, can he beat the senior brother of Qinglu Palace?
Master Daoxuan said calmly: "You can wait until the second game is over before playing."
Shen Yu stood calmly without speaking.
I saw a majestic figure breaking through the calm.
"It doesn't matter, as he wishes."
Fang Hen stepped to the center of the high platform, looked at Shen Yu and said indifferently: "Before, I thought you only knew some small tricks that were not impressive, but today it seems that you are still somewhat capable."
He was seriously injured by Shen Yu at Motian Cliff last time, and he still believed in his heart that this guy only relied on some small tricks to sneak up and win, and never put him in the same position as himself.
Because in his opinion, the distance between the Golden Core Realm and the Divine Movement Realm is hugely different.
It's just that this reckless guy actually openly provoked, so it was natural for him to regain the face he had lost earlier.
As for Zhang Jian, a useless person relying on innate spiritual treasures is not worth mentioning at all.
Shen Yu sensed his disdain and said lightly: "My level is still a little low, otherwise I wouldn't be looking for you, but someone else."
Shen Yu's meaning is very straightforward and arrogant.
During the martial arts performance in the Fourth Hall, it was clear that Lan Yingxing had been making some provocations and plots to force him to go down the mountain to compete. In the end, it was Fang Hen who was hiding behind that Shen Yu wanted to kill.
But this time, the root cause of the matter comes from Zhang Zhi from Zuowang Peak, Dao Chen from Qinglu Palace, or even the high-ranking palace master Xun Ju.
But as he said himself, his level was still too low, so he had to find Fang Hen, who was at the same level but at a lower level.
Fang Hen understood what he meant and said with a sneer: "I hope you won't be too full of words."
Shen Yu didn't speak. A pure spiritual power emitted from his body, and then a vast white mist enveloped his entire right hand, including the blood-colored wooden sword.
Seeing this, Fang Hen said disdainfully: "You are a disciple of the Taoist sect, but you like to use sword cultivation techniques. Are you that good at discarding the basics and chasing the weak?"
boom!
Raging majestic spiritual energy emerged from Fang Hen's hands, burning like red flames.
The strong spiritual power swirled his long hair into the air, and the looming fire pattern between his eyebrows was unusually weird, like a god of war.
Shen Yu didn't care about this, just stepped forward lightly, and then appeared directly in front of Fang Hen, ignoring the hot and violent red spiritual power,
A sword.
An ordinary sword.
Just like Shen Yu, with a casual and simple sword, it seems that for him, everything in the world can be solved with just one sword.
Seeing this, Fang Hen took a step forward without showing any signs of weakness, and a red spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.
One shot.
The tip of the spear collided with the tip of the sword suddenly, and the violent air flow instantly rolled up the gravel on the ground and slammed into the stone pillars of the high platform.
The tip of the spear suddenly burst into scorching flames, instantly swallowing up the three-foot wooden sword surrounded by white mist, and then countless gun shadows appeared behind Fang Hen.
Shen Yu didn't know whether this marksmanship was inherited from the Qinglu Palace, but to him, it didn't matter.
In an instant, countless sword shadows rushed out of the flames at a speed that was staggering.
Shen Yu slowly retreated, the wooden sword in his hand was unrestrained and freehand, and he still used the same moves, constantly drawing circles in the air, and perfectly neutralizing those attacks.
It's just that unlike the previous battle with Zhang Jian, Shen Yu's face looked a little more serious at this time.
Fang Hen's strength is indeed much stronger than Zhang Jian, whether it is the spiritual treasure in his hand, his realm, or the inherited techniques.
This has nothing to do with personal talent, but the natural gap between the Fourth Hall and the Seventh Peak.
Shen Yu seemed to be at a disadvantage again.
The gun intent was all over the place, and every time Fang Hen fired the gun, he had unparalleled domineering intent. His majestic figure was like a god of war, suppressing Shen Yu under the shadow of the gun.
The only thing that surprised everyone was that Shen Yu's expression was always so indifferent, as if all these difficulties were unimportant.
With a sharp shout, Fang Hen's spear shot out instantly.
Although he had the upper hand at this time, Fang was unwilling to fight for too long, so he planned to use realm to determine the winner.
In the realm of spiritual movement, the yin gods have already transformed into yang gods. They can travel thousands of miles even in the daytime, and can even evolve into incarnations outside the body.
A cruel smile appeared on Fang Hen's lips, and he instantly transformed into three figures and rushed forward.
Shen Yu did not hesitate and held the wooden sword in front of him.
The next moment, only a bang was heard.
The wooden sword collided with the rapidly shooting spear and exploded violently.
The three stalwart figures were divided into three again, surrounding Shen Yu in a sea of fire. This chapter has been completed!