Chapter 157: Competition Among the Prodigies (Please Subscribe! First Update!)

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"... In summary, I think the champion of this competition is Fanatic!" Xuanyuan Cheng said seriously.

An Lin's eyes were red and he was heartbroken: Oh my goodness, my 100,000 spirit stones!

Can I blame Brother Cheng?

Seeing him analyze so seriously and logically, An Lin was really embarrassed to blame him!

At this time, the four-to-two competition began.

In the first game, Zhang Yan played against Tang Shiyuan. In the second game, Lu Ren played against Fanatic.

Tang Shiyuan was dressed in white and had a pretty face. She was as natural and beautiful as a lotus out of water. Her white hands tightly grasped a cloud sword like mist, which was like a dream and looming.

She was probably the object of admiration of many men in the Wanling Immortal Sect. As soon as she appeared, she attracted thunderous cheers from countless male disciples.

In contrast, the appearance of the big guy Zhang Yan seemed dull.

Why is there such a big gap between the two, both of whom are the prodigies of the Wanling Immortal Sect?

An Lin stroked his chin and soon found the answer.

In fact, the world of immortal cultivation... is also a world that values ​​appearance!

If Zhang Yan's face was replaced with Xuanyuan Cheng's, the cheers at the scene would definitely not be lower than Tang Shiyuan's!

"Come on, Tang Shiyuan!" An Lin also shouted.

Xuanyuan Cheng was startled by An Lin's sudden shout and looked at him strangely.

An Lin's heart was broken. It seemed that this was the only thing he could do for Tang Shiyuan.

One hundred thousand spirit stones... This is not a small amount, but enough money to buy a low-level immortal pill. If it goes down the drain, it would be really heartbreaking.

The battle between Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan finally broke out.

The battle entered a white-hot stage at the beginning. Tang Shiyuan's Baiyun swordsmanship was exquisite and the long sword that changed from real to virtual was hard to defend against. Zhang Yan's whole body was red, and there was a red flame covering his whole body, just like an ancient god or demon, and each blow contained extremely powerful power.

The collision between the two set off extremely violent fluctuations in the field. Tang Shiyuan's cloud sword chopped on Zhang Yan's fist, but only a very small blood mark was drawn, but the huge force carried by Zhang Yan's fist could directly knock her away.

An Lin was nervous and shouted loudly to cheer.

Xuanyuan Cheng saw that An Lin seemed to pay attention to Tang Shiyuan, and asked with a smile: "After her competition is over, do you want me to introduce you two to each other?"

An Lin was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that Brother Cheng seemed to have misunderstood something, and waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Brother Cheng, don't be like this, I have Dabai enough."

The Dabai dog next to him shook and walked away silently.

Xuanyuan Cheng also looked at An Lin with surprise, as if he had met this man again.

An Lin: "..."

This is a joke!

While talking, the battle between Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan reached the final moment.

"Red Lotus Flame Dog!" Zhang Yan shouted, and his fists instantly sent out more than a dozen giant red flame dogs, which pounced on Tang Shiyuan.

"Clouds fly and dance." Tang Shiyuan opened her cherry lips slightly, and the cloud sword that was changing from real to virtual rose up with mist, making her herself shrouded in a mist.

"Swoosh!" She moved, and her speed was very fast!

Boom boom boom!

The red fire giant dog pounced on her, but was dodged by her extremely agile steps, and a violent explosion occurred beside her.

"The winner is decided." Xuanyuan Cheng smiled faintly.

The mist-like delicate body dodged all of Zhang Yan's attacks and came to his side in an instant. The white cloud sword flashed by and cut a huge bloody wound.

"Chi..." Zhang Yan retreated repeatedly as blood splashed.

But the white mist flashed, and Tang Shiyuan's long sword was placed on Zhang Yan's neck again.

"This move is really beautiful!" Even An Lin couldn't help but exclaimed.

Wanling Xianzong is worthy of being one of the four super immortal sects, and the genius of the younger generation is really brilliant.

"Tang Shiyuan wins!" said the elder in charge of the referee.

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience cheered again, and An Lin also cheered, because Tang Shiyuan's victory finally gave him a little hope of winning!

In the second match, Lu Ren fought against Fan Kuang.

Lu Ren was a graceful man with a scholarly and elegant aura. He looked similar to An Lin and could be considered a handsome guy. Fan Kuang looked lazy. When he saw Lu Ren, he grabbed his cheek with his hands, his eyes widened, and he also had an inexplicable desire to fight.

So, there is no doubt that Lu Ren's appearance was cheered by all the female disciples in the audience. As for Fan Kuang... there were still many disciples in the same main peak who cheered for him.

When Lu Ren used the sword, the long sword swung and slashed, which contained the artistic conception of Tai Chi, and could also condense a white gas shield like Xuanyuan Cheng, covering the surroundings.

It's a pity that his realm is not deep enough, and he has not comprehended the Wanling Tai Chi Dao, so the role of this gas shield is very limited.

On the contrary, Fan Kuang used his knife and attacked fiercely.

His knife energy was extremely terrifying, and the more he fought, the more fierce he became, and his momentum was rising steadily...

So soon, the battle situation turned into Fan Kuang attacking all the time, and Lu Ren was beaten all the time.

In the end, Lu Ren was chopped several times and lay on the ground with his hands raised in surrender.

Fan Kuang put away his knife, his face full of contempt, as if he had not chopped enough.

So, the scene was once again infuriated, especially the female disciples, who were particularly excited.

"Ah...! Fan Kuang, how could you be so cruel!"

"Woo... my brother Lu Ren, Fan Kuang, you are so perverted!"

"Hmph, so what if Kuang Kuang won? Lu Yun is still my second male god!"

"Xiao Qing, you are really good at talking today. It's worth it that I have been chasing you for so many years. Am I your first male god?"

"No, my first male god is Xuanyuan Cheng."

"..." A certain male disciple was heartbroken.

...

Facing the noisy sound, Kuang Kuang picked his ears and walked down the competition stage with a lazy look.

After watching the game, An Lin sank into deep thought.

Kuang Kuang won this game very easily, and there may be a trump card that has not been used; on the other hand, Tang Shiyuan, Yun Fei Jue Wu was the decisive move she used until the end of the battle. Can such a trump card really beat Kuang Kuang?

It has to be said that it is really suspenseful. Combined with Xuanyuan Cheng's previous analysis, An Lin became nervous again.

Something must be done, and he can't just sit there and wait for death!

There is still some time before the finals start. What can he do during this time...

Got it! An Lin's eyes lit up.

He asked, "Brother Cheng, what are the rewards for the winners of this sect competition?"

Xuanyuan Cheng didn't think much and replied, "The top sixteen in the competition will receive spiritual stones, and the top four will receive a primary spiritual weapon from the sect."

An Lin smiled, "In other words, the first place winner of this sect competition will receive a primary spiritual weapon and spiritual stones? How many spiritual stones will there be?"

Xuanyuan Cheng: "Among the top four disciples, the first place winner will receive 30,000 spiritual stones, the second place winner will receive 20,000 spiritual stones, and the other two will receive 10,000 spiritual stones."

"Haha, so that's the case. I'll go over and cheer for Fan Kuang first!" An Lin waved and left.

Xuanyuan Cheng looked at An Lin's back, was slightly stunned, and muttered to himself, "Student An Lin, your taste is really unique..."