On the high platform, only Ji Dongping was left in despair.
Luo Yan's words before leaving deeply hurt Ji Dongping's proud heart.
Suddenly, Ji Dongping stretched out his right palm, clasped it slightly at his side, and then slapped his temple fiercely.
He would rather choose death than suffer such humiliation.
He suffered such a disastrous defeat today.
How could he return to his sect in the future, face his teachers who have taught him for many years, and face all his fellow sect brothers?
"Amitabha" a pure voice of the old Buddha chanted in the square.
With a "pop" sound, Ji Dongping's generous palm, which accumulated extremely huge energy, slapped his head heavily, but his head did not feel any pain.
All the palm power in his hand was instantly suppressed by a dark force.
Dissolved without a trace.
Ji Dongping looked at the smiling abbot Wugui on the referee's bench in confusion, and lowered his head guiltily.
"Dong Ping, my master taught you martial arts and martial arts.
The purpose is not to make you fight fiercely and bravely on the martial arts competition stage, but to hope that you can use the skills you have learned to benefit the people of the world.
You are still young and have chosen to perform martial arts.
The conference will meet the masters of the same generation from all over the world.
In order to improve your own cultivation, this is a good thing, but if you are too obsessed with winning and losing, it will go against the way of practicing martial arts, and it will also violate the original intention of the master to teach you martial arts and skills.
"Wu Regrets.
The abbot looked at Ji Dongping with a smile and said loudly.
"My disciple is ignorant, thank you abbot for your guidance," Ji Dongping bowed respectfully to Wuhui and said loudly.
After seeing Wuhui nodding towards him, Ji Dongping slightly bowed his hands to the five strong men on the referee's bench, turned around and walked off the high platform.
I saw a woman wearing a close-fitting white dress walking up to the high platform.
The woman stood in the middle of the high platform and shouted loudly: "The next match is between the eldest son of the Eastern Family of the Holy Soul Empire, Dongfang Jinghong, versus the Dark Moon Empire's Zhongsun Family.
The second son, Zhongsun Ruyi."
After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and walked off the platform.
"Yunlong, this person is the Demon Sword Luo Yan, one of the five young masters in the mainland."
In the golden scaffolding directly east of the high platform, a man was wearing a dragon-embroidered cotton robe, with an innate nobility and majesty condensed between his brows.
The man asked softly to a man beside him.
"Yes, Your Majesty, he is the Demon Sword Luo Yan.
It is said that this man's Demon Sword is unstoppable to gods and ghosts, and no one at the same level can match it."
Yunlong replied respectfully.
"Who is more senior, him or your junior brother Yunfeng?"
Lord Gu Zheng said calmly.
"I don't know, I don't know, but the two of them haven't gotten together to compete yet," Yunlong said respectfully.
"Haha, Yunlong, you are too cautious.
What can't be said?
Isn't it widely rumored in the mainland that Luo Yan and Yunfeng had a rare battle at the peak of Tianyue Mountain, and Luo Yan was defeated by Yunfeng's Wandering Dragon Sword?"
Gu Zheng said calmly.
"Your Majesty, all the rumors in mainland China are just based on rumors.
Although there are reasons for them, they cannot be believed entirely."
Yunlong replied respectfully.
"But you can't believe it, right?"
Gu Zheng said loudly.
"I really want to meet the young hero of our Jichen Empire.
I hope he can catch up with this martial arts competition, so that I can open my eyes and see what is so extraordinary about the legendary Si Yan Yifeng. ."
Gu Zheng said softly.
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On the referee's seat of the conference above the high platform, Xuanyuan Hao, who was sitting in the middle, looked at the Ninth Prince of the Shenlong Empire beside him and said loudly: "Ninth Prince, Luo Yan, the magic sword, has unparalleled sword skills.
He is the leader of the younger generation.
How can the prince be so good?
A man of talent who is truly the envy of others.”
"Haha, Luo Yan only knows a few sword skills, but he made Brother Xuanyuan laugh."
The Ninth Prince said politely.
"Haha, the Ninth Prince is getting older, and his competitiveness has also diminished," everyone said with a soft chuckle.
Xuanyuan Hao turned to Abbot Wuhui next to him and said with a smile: "Master Wuhui, it is said in the mainland that Yunfeng, one of the five geniuses with unparalleled martial arts and martial arts, has also practiced the secret skills of Fenlin Temple many times.
Wuhui Master Chen’s Tiangang Palm is even more superb.
I wonder if the rumors in mainland China are true."
"Amitabha, Feng Donor's unparalleled martial arts skills are all acquired through years of hard training at the Swallow Gate in Yushan.
Junior Brother Wuchen was wise and discerning at the time, but he only gave some pointers."
Abbot Wuhui said seriously, Yunfeng said Now we have complete self-protection Zili, if he can appear in the Five Kingdoms Martial Arts Competition this time, I believe that with his strength, it is difficult for anyone among his peers to be able to control him.
Therefore, Abbot Wuhui does not want to take advantage of Yunfeng and give up the style that belongs to Yanzimen.
Everything belongs to Yanzimen.
"Haha, I see.
Is Yunfeng really as skilled in martial arts as rumored?
I really want to see this young sword king with ruthless attacks and extraordinary martial arts skills."
Xuanyuan Hao said with a smile.
The girl Xuanyuan Yudie had praised this young man Yun Feng countless times in front of him earlier.
He only said that it was because the little girl fell in love with this handsome young man that she spoke so kindly to him.
But when Xuanyuan Qisha also said the same words, Xuanyuan Hao had to believe in Yunfeng's extraordinary strength.
You must know that Xuanyuan Qisha never gossips except what he should say in normal times.
If someone even praises him, Xuanyuan Hao has reason to believe that this person is indeed a brilliant person.
Luo Yan quickly walked up to a girl who was extremely beautiful but had a slightly pale face.
He bowed, cupped his fists and saluted her, and softly shouted, "Luo Yan has seen Princess Wuyang."
"No gift," Princess Wuyang said softly.
"Thank you, Princess."
After Luo Yan said this, he stood up straight, walked slowly behind Princess Wuyang, and watched the new batch of warriors competing on the martial arts field.
"Luo Yan, please sit in front," Princess Wuyang said softly.
"I don't dare," Luo Yan replied respectfully.
"You don't have to be polite.
We don't have the courtesy of a monarch or a minister here."
Princess Wuyang said seriously.
"Thank you princess, but Luo Yan can just stand.
If the princess has anything to ask, please ask for permission."
Luo Yan said.
"It's nothing," Princess Wuyang said softly, but her twinkling eyes had betrayed all her thoughts. " "I went to check it out just now, and there was no Yunfeng's name in the preliminary list."
Luo Yan said helplessly.
No matter how dissatisfied he was, he still had to admit that he had been completely defeated by Yunfeng.
No matter how hard he tried, he and Wuyang could only stay in the relationship between friends, and it would be difficult to move forward.
One step beyond.
"Oh" Princess Wuyang responded casually, pretending not to care as much as possible, but her trembling hands made her thoughts clearly visible in front of Luo Yan.
But within a moment, the master of ceremonies loudly announced from the high platform: "The eldest son of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Jinghongsheng."
There was no trace of joy in Taishan Dongfang Jinghong.
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For him, only masters like the fifth genius from mainland China were his real opponents, so winning such a preliminary round was meaningless to him.
In any sense, the person he wants to win is Yunfeng, who is known as the cold-faced demon.
"The next scene will be between Jade-faced Shura Xinyan of the Holy Soul Empire and Han Zheng, the eldest son of the Han family of the Tianyang Empire."
The woman in the white dress on the high platform shouted loudly.
Not long after, I saw two young people walking quickly from the stairs on both sides of the high platform.
One of the two men was covered by a black robe, revealing only a pair of hands that were whiter than the woman's.
"You are the Jade-faced Shura Xinyan rumored in the mainland?"
Han Zheng asked, staring closely at the man in the black robe.
"Yes" a woman's voice sounded in the black robe.
"What?"
Everyone in the audience and Han Zheng on the high platform were all shocked.
They never thought that Xinyan, the jade-faced Shura who was rumored to be child's play in the mainland, turned out to be a woman.
"Girl, this is the Five Kingdoms Martial Arts Competition, not for you women to play in the boudoir.
I advise you not to mess around and go down.
Although I, Han Zheng, am a reckless man, my men will not hurt women."
Han Zheng was a little helpless. said.
Yesterday, when he knew that the opponent he had drawn was the legendary Xinyan, he felt extremely angry.
He thought that it didn't matter even if he was defeated by the opponent, as long as he had the opportunity to compete with such a powerful master, it would really be a real success.
A serious fight would be enough, but he never expected to meet a woman who pretended to be true to her true feelings, which made him extremely depressed.
"Where did you come from with so much nonsense?
If you want to take action, hurry up, or get out," Xinyan said displeasedly.
"Girl, you are the one who caused the trouble.
Don't regret it," Han Zheng said, drawing out the long sword in his hand.
"If you can dodge three of my moves, I will spare your life," Xinyan said coldly
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