Compared with the tense atmosphere of the Thirteenth Hall, the second branch of the Knife Pavilion is quite relaxed.
Wu Dalang didn't take this battle to heart at all. After returning from Fangshi Peak, he was dragged by Lei Yunheng to drink.
The two of them drank until night before they separated.
None of the other disciples in the second branch took this battle too seriously.
After all, their senior brother's opponents have always been half-step supremely powerful, and the last one was the Great Perfection of Creation, but this time his opponent is surprisingly weak, with only one level of Creation.
Even if Lin Fan's strength far exceeds his realm, so what?
He still has no chance of winning.
Not only the disciples of the second branch are full of confidence in Wu Dalang, basically all the cabinet disciples in the entire Blade Pavilion are convinced that Wu Dalang will win.
The time soon came to the next day, near noon.
The Sword Shen Zong Zhan Peak is already overcrowded.
The Battle Peak is a very special place within the Sword God Sect. There are a total of eighteen battle platforms on the Battle Peak, and they are divided into qualities. From low to high they are human quality, earth quality and heaven quality. Among them, human quality
The battle platform cannot be damaged except by the supremely powerful. The earth-grade battle platform can withstand the full attack of the supreme realm. As for the highest-level heaven-grade battle platform, even the strongest in the supreme realm cannot damage it.
There are six each of the three types of battle platforms.
The battle platform where Lin Fan and Wu Dalang are scheduled to fight this time is the No. 3 character battle platform.
Wu Dalang arrived early, sitting in the air with his knees crossed, his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes closed.
The black sword "Ferocious Tyrant" was suspended beside him, constantly floating at its upper limit, and a fierce and domineering aura continued to spread to the surroundings.
The mountain wind blew by, making Wu Dalang's clothes rustle.
Countless Sword God Sect disciples surrounded the battle platform.
In addition to the Sword Pavilion and the Sword Pavilion, many disciples from other pavilions such as the Gun Pavilion and the Gun Pavilion also came here to watch the battle.
"Why hasn't Lin Fan come yet? Isn't he just shrinking from the battle?"
"Is this possible? Didn't you see it? Not only did Lin Fan not come, but none of the disciples from the Thirteenth Hall of Jiange arrived. It seems that Lin Fan really has to avoid the battle this time."
"I said, why are you in such a hurry? The date for the fight is at noon, so it's not even that late yet!"
"I also believe that Junior Brother Lin Fan will come."
"..."
The battle has not yet started, and one of the protagonists has not yet appeared, but there was a lively discussion in the audience.
Some people even turned into arguments because their words were too fierce.
Some people even asked for a fight on the spot and went directly to the fighting stage.
However, Wu Dalang on the stage behaved quite calmly, his face was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
For Wu Talang, today's matter is actually quite simple.
If Lin Fan goes to fight, he will defeat him, then step on him and humiliate him severely.
If Lin Fan could not avoid the battle, he would have his own means to completely ruin Lin Fan's reputation, and even affect his swordsmanship, which would not be regarded as a disrespect to Lei Yunheng.
So no matter whether Lin Fan appears today or not, Wu Dalang has a way to deal with him.
There is a commanding height on the east and west sides of the No. 3 character battle platform.
There is a specially added viewing position, "seat" on it.
At this moment, on the battle platform in the east, there are several figures with a rainbow of momentum, each one is like a peerless sword, which seems to be able to easily pierce the sky.
Among them was Mo Wentian.
It's just that Mo Wentian, who is the third cabinet disciple of Jiange, does not occupy the best position here. Instead, he stands at the back. Fortunately, he is tall. Even if he is standing in the back row, he can still easily overlook the entire place.
Battle platform.
On Mo Wentian's left hand side, there is a man with a handsome appearance and a thin body. His eyelids are drooped and he looks like he is not awake. But no one dares to look down on him because this man is the second cabinet disciple of Jiange.
Still above Mo Wentian, Ye Leng!
On the right side of Mo Wentian, there is a fat young man with very fair skin. He always has a harmless smile on his face. Whenever he smiles, his eyes will narrow into a slit. He is Jiange.
The disciple of the fourth cabinet, as for his cultivation, is also half-step to the top, and his name is Lotte.
Mo Wentian's ancient path is hot in the intestines, his righteousness is thin in the sky, and his leaves are cold on the outside and hot on the inside. As for Lotte, as his name suggests, he is an optimist and rarely conflicts with others.
These three people are the most outstanding beings among the Jiange cabinet disciples. Behind them are several other cabinet disciples ranked in the top ten, all of whom are present except Ye Lingyun.
But even the second cabinet disciple Ye Leng did not take the lead.
Someone else occupies the main position.
He was a tall and handsome young man with flowing long hair and sword-shaped eyebrows. He had a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, but there was an imperceptible arrogance in his eyes.
He is also wearing the sword and sword sect sword pavilion costume, but unlike Ye Leng, Mo Wentian and others, the collar and cuffs of his costume are inlaid with gold edges, which is very textured.
And it is this gold edge that highlights his identity.
This is the true disciple!
Moreover, this person's aura was powerful and vast, and his whole body was always filled with extremely sharp sword intent, which made Ye Leng and others feel the slight pressure, which is enough to show that his cultivation level is higher.
"That dwarf on the stage is Dao Ge Wu Dalang?" The young man pointed at Wu Dalang on the fighting stage and asked softly.
"Yeah." Next to the young man, Ye Leng nodded lightly.
"Haha." The young man laughed lightly, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.
After a moment, the young man frowned, tapped his temples with his fingers, and said: "His challenger, that Lin, Lin..."
"Lin Fan." Ye Leng reminded.
"Yes, that's his name." The young man nodded and said, "Master specially asked me to look after him to prevent him from being too seriously injured by Wu Dalang. But this kid is too arrogant, maybe
His talent is indeed quite good. If it takes a few years, half-step supremacy will no longer be a distant dream, but now..."
Having said this, the young man shook his head.
Obviously, he did not think Lin Fan was Wu Dalang's opponent.
Perhaps in his opinion, Lin Fan was just a stupid young man who didn't know what the world was up to.
"Senior Brother Yu, do you think Junior Brother Lin Fan will lose?" Mo Wentian asked in an urn voice.
The tone is a little stiff.
Mo Wentian is a straight-tempered person. During the battle at Biya Mountain, he had met Lin Fan and had a good impression of the latter. He did not think that Lin Fan was the kind of person who was a sensationalist and would take advantage of others when provoked. Therefore, after hearing that the young man
I felt unhappy after the evaluation.
"Um?"
The young man snorted coldly and turned to look at Mo Wentian.
His eyes were cold.
"Senior Brother Yu," Letian quickly stepped forward and said, "Wentian has no other intentions, but we don't want Lin Fan to lose. After all, he is my disciple of Jiange."
The young man said: "You don't want to see Lin Fan lose, do you think I do? Master specially asked me to come here to take care of Lin Fan. Don't you know what he means?"
"Could it be..." Everyone's expressions changed.
The young man is a true disciple, and his master is naturally the elder of Jiange.
Why would a superior elder specifically take care of a cabinet disciple?
Unless, he has the intention of accepting a disciple!
"Haha... everything is still unknown. The specific outcome depends on his performance in this battle." The young man smiled meaningfully and said.
After saying that, he looked towards the high platform to the west.
There are also several extraordinary figures over there.
They were mainly the top cabinet disciples of Dao Pavilion. They were like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding a tall and burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
This young man's clothes also have gold rims, and he is actually a true disciple!
True disciples usually don't show up too much, and most of the time they practice in seclusion or practice outside. However, today's duel actually attracted two true disciples from Daoge and Jiange. This situation is rare.
Perhaps feeling the prying eyes, the true disciple of Dao Pavilion also turned his head and looked over.
The two true disciples' eyes collided.
There seemed to be sparks in the sky.
The corner of Jiange True Successor's mouth slightly raised, he smiled coldly and withdrew his gaze.
The true disciple of Sword Pavilion snorted coldly and raised his voice deliberately, so that most of the people on the Zhan Peak heard his voice, "It seems that the disciples of Sword Pavilion are so shameless and shameless. They agreed to the battle platform and asked for a fight, but then they were about to fight.
It’s a joke to be too timid to show up! Hahaha!”
"Qin Laohei, if you can't speak, don't speak. No one will think you are mute!" Jiange Zhenzhuan immediately retorted, "I, the disciples of Jiange, are all like dragons, how can I allow you to slander you wantonly! Besides, some people, especially
He is a newcomer, how can he represent my Jiange disciples!"
"Haha, the fact is that it is almost noon, but your disciples from the Sword Pavilion have still not shown up." The true successor of the Sword Pavilion shrugged and said.
Jiange True Successor's eyes suddenly darkened.
Looking at the arrogant face of the true disciple of Daoge across from him, and listening to the discussions of many disciples below, his hands shrunk under his sleeves and robes could not help but clenched into fists.
There is not much time left before noon.
But Lin Fan still didn't show up.
No one else from the Thirteenth Hall showed up.
Now, not only the Sword Pavilion disciples, but also many Sword Pavilion disciples thought that Lin Fan did not dare to come.
Many people began to secretly curse Lin Fan.
Strangely enough, those who are scolding Lin Fan now are the same people who boasted that Lin Fan was brave, fierce, and invincible.
"Whoosh!"
On the battlefield, Wu Dalang opened his eyes.
He looked around and said in a thunderous voice: "Lin Fan! I'll count to three. If you don't show up again, you don't have to show up."
"three!"
"two!"
Just when Wu Dalang was about to shout "one".
"Come on, come on, my junior brother is here!"
A high-pitched, clear female voice came.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Countless people followed the sound and saw a group of people coming with swords.