At dawn, each branch library opened its doors and registered participants.
Starting from the third day, various magical battles began one after another.
"Your Majesty." Wu Xiao hurriedly found Zhan Changfeng, and the dignified look on his face was about to overflow, "There seems to be something wrong with the White Fang Great Realm Guanshan Pavilion. The disciples of this force are good at weapon refining, formations, talismans, etc.
His performance in every battle was outstanding."
"That's it, so there's nothing to be afraid of. However, they are directly exposed to the opponent's fighting skills in martial arts, literary fights, etc., and their intention to target Taiyi is very obvious. Anyone who encounters Taiyi's participants will be extremely ruthless."
Zhan Changfeng asked, "Who is the founder of Guanshan Pavilion and what kind of Tao do he practice?"
"There is no such thing in the previously collected information on major realm-level forces. I asked the monks in the White Fang Realm to find out about it. Most of the monks have never heard of it. There are three or two who say that it is a third-rate force that has appeared in recent years.
, I can’t ask the rest.”
"But judging from their skills, they are not from the same lineage. They should not belong to the same sect."
After hearing this, Zhan Changfeng said, "The participants selected by Taiyi are all strong. If they can't defeat the people from Guanshan Pavilion, I can't interfere. If they can, I don't need to order them to beat them hard."
point."
"But, if Taiyi participants are suppressed in various battles and fail to get good rankings, will it damage the country's prestige?"
"Most of the participants are warriors from the Zhutian sect. Don't worry, those sects will be anxious first." She said, "Let them toss about the supernatural level fighting skills for now. You can send people to the White Fang Realm.
, check the background of Guanshan Pavilion, if it is clear, it doesn’t matter, but if it is someone entangled by Zhu Tian’s opposition forces, it will be taken care of. "
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Zhan Changfeng did not always watch the progress of the Dao Taihui. She would only lead the crowd at the final completion ceremony. During the ceremony, all the powerful officials from all sides would gather to watch the ceremony and have exchanges between returning to the virtual world.
At that time, it is the real highlight. If Yangtang or Shen wants to launch an attack, it is very likely that they will choose that time.
But she was not afraid of their plots, but she was afraid of scheming, for example, fighting openly and openly. As an emperor who could resist the quasi-sage, if she did it herself, it would show that she was the one who had no one, and it would also show that she was bullying the small ones.
It's not that she doesn't trust the strength of Wu Feiyu, Zhao Xuan and others, but if the other party has the confidence to attack, there will be ways to contain them.
Zhan Changfeng reclined on the pillow, with a book in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, lazily and leisurely. The sea and sky to the east were the same color, the mountains to the west were dark green, the birds were chirping melodiously to the south, the sound of the water was majestic to the north, and there were no walls on all sides.
The main hall blends into this environment, as if she is the only one sitting and lying on the landscape, with the breeze as her companion.
It was a pity that she could no longer be lazy. Her eyes penetrated the barrier and fell into the Daotai City at the bottom of the mountain. She saw a person provoking the Taiyi participants. Fortunately, the Taiyi soldiers abided by the rules and did not fight with others outside the scene.
It is obvious that regardless of the background of Guanshan Pavilion or what its purpose is, it has become a force that resists Taiyi in the eyes of everyone. The more popular it is, the more "common people" it will attract.
In the city——
"Have you heard that the monks from Guanshan Pavilion won the first place in Fu Dou!"
"There are also people from them in the ongoing formation battle."
"What exactly does Guanshan Pavilion do? There are so many capable people."
"It is said that they are engaged in business. The monks in the pavilion are all skilled in skills. The key is, you see, they are wherever the Taiyi participants are. They seem to be competing in secret."
"The abilities of Taiyi participants are not very good either. They can't even compete in the top three in these side skills."
"There's nothing to gloat about. We belong to Taiyi now. The defeat of Taiyi participants is a slap in our face. Besides, these people are all from Zhutian."
"They are warriors themselves, so it's understandable that they don't excel in other skills."
"What about civil and martial arts? In the four rounds of civil and martial arts that just ended, Taiyi did not have the advantage!"
"The monks in Guanshan Pavilion are really courageous. Do they want to attract Taiyi's attention and join Taiyi, or do they want to shake Taiyi's foundation in Zhutian on their own?"
"Go and see, come and see, the Huadao Branch Library, the first place will challenge the referee!"
"What, the results of the painting skills competition are out? How can the first place winner challenge the referee?"
"I'm mistaken. The second player protested to the referee against the verdict, which is more reliable than this rumor."
"It's true, the first place is from Guanshan Pavilion!"
More and more spectators gathered in the Hua Dao branch, and in the venue, the tables and paintings were not confiscated, and the attendees were still standing nearby.
The monk who won the first place called himself Miao Yihui. He looked like a young man with red lips and white teeth. He said, "Thank you all the judges for your recognition of my paintings, but how do I know that you have the ability to judge my paintings?"
There are five judges in the painting path, and the result is decided jointly by the five judges after appreciation, but he stared directly at the soul, "Why don't you ask this judge to compare with me, so that I can gain some peace of mind!"
"The rules of fighting cannot be ignored. The fight is over and you have received the honor you deserve. Why are you still messing around?" A referee severely reprimanded him, and his admiration for him dropped sharply. It is a good thing to be arrogant, so proud as they are.
Seniors are too indecisive to advance or retreat.
Miao Yishuai was not timid at all, he puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Then I will ask this referee for his painting skills in a private name!"
Ling Yan appeased the other judges and said to Miao Yi, "You could have asked me for advice earlier. Fortunately, the battle is over and I am free to give you some advice. Come on, put on new drawing paper."
The attendants brought up a table covered with drawing paper and brushes.
The fighting method of painting is to compare the skill of the wrist and the skill of the wrist. The paper drawing is to test the skill of the wrist. If the strength of the wrist is not strong, it is impossible to write on the paper or draw marks.
Miao waved his fists and said, "Please give me a new piece of paper. I will try my best to compete with Tianjun with my new work!"
The expressions of the participants and spectators varied. Some were enjoying the show, some were scornful, and some were appreciative.
The remaining referees were also communicating with each other, and they were very dissatisfied.
"How dare you challenge your seniors in public if you don't know how high the world is?"
"Fellow Daoist Ling'an won't be able to lose even if he wins. How crazy is this monk in Guanshan Pavilion?"
"If he really wants to compete, I would be happy to compete with him, but he made this request in front of everyone, and it is obvious that he is looking for trouble."
Miao Yishuai enjoyed the attention of everyone, and suddenly felt the pride of fighting against the crowd. He glanced sideways at Lingnan and said, "I am not talented, so I started writing first."
He pressed the paper with a ruler, dipped his pen in paint, and swung it wildly. The scenery gradually took shape. In the painting, he saw clouds forming a bank, a clear sky forming a river, and the magnificent palaces on both sides scattered far and near, all high and low, lifelike.
He took a pen and added a boat, lifted up the drawing paper and faced the four judges, "Please take a boat trip to the Heavenly Palace!"
The four judges entered the painting, stood on the deck and looked at the scenery along the way, and couldn't help but admire it.
"The painting before Miao Yishui is not so spiritual."
"He must have reserved everything before, but with the level of his painting, it is on an equal footing with mine."
"The soul in the supernatural realm supported him in constructing the spiritual world in the painting. The future is promising."
"Fellow Taoist Lingnan is in trouble. If we lose..."