The feeling of humiliation, like a cat catching a mouse, arose in Jiang Yi's heart.
However, Ling Feng is a cat, but he is a mouse!
Jiang Yi gritted his teeth. Since there was no way to avoid it, there was only...
A head-on collision!
He took a deep breath, swept the sky-high sword in his hand, and swung it towards Ling Feng.
No matter you win or lose, you can never be played like a mouse by your opponent.
boom!
Under the violent collision, an explosion sounded in the arena space.
Bang bang bang bang!
Then, smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
Everyone saw only a long spear rising into the sky and being knocked away heavily.
After a while, the smoke and dust cleared, and everyone saw Jiang Yi standing there blankly, looking at his hands in disbelief.
Soaring into the sky, he was actually knocked away by Ling Feng's sword!
A sword!
It’s just a sword!
However, Ling Feng still saved his face, otherwise, not only would his body be blown away, but his whole body would be blown away, and he would also suffer serious internal injuries.
By then, it will definitely be in a state of embarrassment.
Jiang Yi clenched his fists, took deep breaths several times, and finally sighed softly, cupped his fists and saluted Ling Feng, "I surrender!"
He didn't even have time to see clearly how Ling Feng drew his sword. He also thought that without the protection of the earth dragon wall, he would be unable to defeat Ling Feng.
But what he never expected was that he would lose so lightly.
It's not on the same level at all.
And it just so happened that Ling Feng was the guy with a lower level.
Of course, this feeling can only be experienced by Jiang Yi, the person involved.
At the moment when the two men clashed, the entire arena was filled with smoke and dust. Except for a few people, in the eyes of most of the audience, even though Ling Feng defeated Jiang Yi, it was only slightly better.
It was only limited to knocking Jiang Yi's weapons away.
But Jiang Yi surrendered like this, which was unexpected by everyone.
It was as if Jiang Yi had no energy at all and was completely drained.
"It seems that Senior Brother Jiang wants to give this new disciple more opportunities to perform."
"That should be the case. Senior Brother Jiang must still have some strength left, but since Junior Brother has already taken advantage of him, we simply let him win."
"It seems that Senior Brother Jiang is really admirable!"
"Well, Senior Brother Jiang's character is truly incredible!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Jiang Yi's old face turned red.
I am not as noble and upright as they say.
They just couldn't beat it, and the difference between them was simply beyond the comprehension of outsiders like them.
"Why……"
Jiang Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly, then gave Ling Feng a meaningful look.
This guy has given him enough time to step down. It seems that he really has no intention of provoking himself. He is just the guy named Cheng Tianyong who has a bad mouth.
"Senior brother accepted."
Ling Feng also cupped his fists and saluted Jiang Yi. Since both parties were brothers in the same discipline, there was no need for the relationship to become tense.
Ling Feng deliberately left a step for Jiang Yi in the hope of clearing up some previous misunderstandings.
"You are fine, I hope you can keep going!"
Jiang Yi took a deep look at Ling Feng, then turned around and jumped off the ring.
At this point, this round of competition is all over, and only five of the top ten players are left, namely: Cheng Tianyong, Han Wenliang, Yan Wufeng, Wu Chengkong, and Ling Feng, who finally won.
It is worth mentioning that among the remaining five, three are actually new disciples of the inner sect.
Moreover, it does not take more than ten years to worship Tianzhi.
Such a result is probably something no one has thought of.
“There are too many dark horses emerging this year!”
"Yes, Senior Brother Shen, Senior Sister Mu, and Senior Brother Chi were all defeated."
"Hey, the waves behind the river push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach."
“I just don’t know who will win the championship?”
"There should be no suspense about this, it should be Senior Brother Han Wenliang Han!"
"Well, I also think it should be him. Although he may not be able to become Jiuyao in the end, he already has the strength of Jiuyao level."
The audience was buzzing with excitement. Although everyone had their own guesses, most people still believed that the final candidate for the championship would most likely be Han Wenliang.
Even Xiao Xianling still hopes that Ling Feng can make a comeback and win the championship, but this chance is still "slim".
After all, Han Wenliang had Jiuyao level of strength sixty years ago, plus he received guidance from his grandfather.
Although Gu Xian/span accepted the Immortal Master no longer accepts true disciples, Han Wenliang is only a registered disciple.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jie Yinxianzun has carefully cultivated Han Wenliang.
Although he does not have the name of a true disciple, he already has the actual status of a true disciple.
At this moment, on the high platform, the Immortal Lord Yufeng floated down.
He made a big move and said in a loud voice: "Please be patient, this round of competition is not over yet."
For a moment, Qu Chang immediately became quiet, and everyone looked at Yufeng Immortal Lord.
Why isn't it over yet?
Under everyone's gaze, Yufeng Immortal Lord slowly said: "There are currently five contestants left, but only four can advance to the semi-finals. And according to the judgments of the referees at the referee's table, the current advancement is Among the five disciples, Junior Brother Cheng Tianyong, although he is better than Junior Sister Mu Wan, his fighting style is a bit tricky, so it is yet to be determined."
"To be determined?"
In the audience, everyone's eyes widened, and some didn't understand what this meant.
"To be determined?!"
On the preparation table, Cheng Tianyong jumped up.
"What do you mean? Why am I pending? Didn't I win?"
Cheng Tianyong clenched his fists and frowned deeply, almost twisting into the character "Chuan", as if he was going to the stage to argue with Yufeng Immortal.
Ling Feng quickly grabbed Cheng Tianyong, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Cheng, calm down, calm down!"
"Junior Brother Cheng, please be patient."
Yufeng Xianjun saw that Cheng Tianyong was a little excited and said quickly: "The pending decision does not mean elimination, but based on the unanimous judgment of the elders on the referee's bench, the strength you have shown so far is still a little bit behind. So, You need to choose an opponent among the other four promotions and play another round."
"If you can win this game, you will naturally be able to advance smoothly."
Immortal Yufeng looked at Cheng Tianyong and slowly explained.
"Do you want to play another round?"
Cheng Tianyong cursed in his heart. As we all know, this guy destroyed two of the Five Elements Puppet in his battle with Mu Wan in order to seduce girls.
There are only three elements left of the Five Elements, and the Five Elements Formation has been broken without attacking.
His strength must also be greatly reduced.
Perhaps the referees took this into consideration and left Cheng Tianyong pending.
"Hey, forget it."
Cheng Tianyong shook his head, jumped up, and jumped onto the ring again. He looked at Yufeng Immortal Lord and said lightly: "Senior Brother Mo, do you mean to pick one at random among the four of them?"
"Well, just pick one."
Immortal Yufeng nodded, "Moreover, there is only one chance, so Junior Brother Cheng must choose carefully."
"Understood."
Cheng Tianyong blew his bangs on his forehead, his eyes swept over the other four people who were promoted, and he began to make secret calculations in his mind.
Han Wenliang, Han Wenliang would definitely not choose it, only a fool would choose it.
Wu Chengkong, forget it, this guy is not easy to mess with either.
Brother Ling, it’s better to wait for the finals before fighting him again.
That is to say, from the current point of view, the only best choice left is Yan Wufeng.
"I choose Yan Wufeng!"
Without too much hesitation, Cheng Tianyong made his final choice.
"Are you sure?"
Immortal Yufeng confirmed.
"OK."
Cheng Tianyong nodded and looked at Yan Wufeng, "Senior Brother Yan, I'm sorry."
Yan Wufeng shrugged and said with a helpless smile: "It seems that I have been really looked down upon."
"I don't mean that, it's just that the other people are too familiar with me, so it's hard to start!"
Cheng Tianyong was as coquettish as ever, raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Besides, if you fight early and late, you still have to fight. Don't you have the confidence, senior brother?"
There was a flash of green light, and Yan Wufeng came with the wind and boarded the ring.
His eyes fell on Cheng Tianyong and he said calmly: "Junior brother's Five Elements Puppet has been broken. I'm afraid he doesn't have much chance of winning against me."
"Indeed indeed."
Cheng Tianyong nodded, "This is indeed a trouble, but..."
Cheng Tianyong smiled faintly and made a hand gesture. Then, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and five-color rays of light flashed, and the five-element puppets all appeared intact beside Cheng Tianyong.
"This...how is this possible?"
Yan Wufeng's expression changed slightly, "Your puppet is not..."
"I didn't say anything. I only have one pair of puppets like this. If it breaks, I can just replace it with another one."
Cheng Tianyong grinned, leaving everyone stunned.
Even Ling Feng was once again refreshed by Cheng Tianyong, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.