Chapter 163 The Floating Mountain Competition (Part 2)

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The fourth round has attracted much attention.

In this round, the strongest four-game winning streak will be selected, and the winner will be directly selected for the "Floating Mountain Trial".

There are four people participating in the competition: Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Zhao Feng, and Liu Yueer.

These four people also represent the senior sect leaders behind them.

Bei Mo, representing the real person in the sea of ​​​​clouds.

Behind Ran Xiaoyuan is the head of a sect.

Zhao Feng, representing the Great Elder.

Behind Liu Yue'er is Grandma June.

Therefore, the four-game winning streak is not only the key to the game, but also represents the indirect competition of the senior figures of the sect.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you have to win glory for Master in this battle. If your opponent is Liu Yue'er, your chances of winning will be great."

Yang Gan smiled and patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder.

Liu Yue'er?

Zhao Feng thought to himself, unfortunately not.

In the competition, the opponent was drawn by lottery, and Zhao Feng didn't watch the first few games at all.

In the fourth game, he was more familiar with any of the three opponents.

Both Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan are difficult characters to deal with.

If Zhao Feng didn't use his left eye and bloodline power, he would not be sure of winning.

He can challenge by leapfrog, but the opponent also has this ability, and the cultivation base is higher.

"Junior Sister Ran, who is your opponent, as long as you don't meet Bei Mo, there's no problem..."

Senior Sister Yuan looked at Ran Xiaoyuan curiously.

Senior Sister Yuan paid no attention to the opponents in the previous matches.

But the fourth game is very important, every opponent is very powerful.

"Yes... it's him..."

Ran Xiaoyuan frowned slightly, her bright eyes were filled with sadness, and she seemed to be very aggrieved.

"He? Which he!"

Senior Sister Yuan followed her sister's gaze and saw that it was the one-eyed youth with green hair.

"Hehe, isn't that just right? Junior Sister Ran, you must help Senior Sister teach this shameless boy a lesson."

Senior Sister Yuan was not angry but happy.

She wished that Ran Xiaoyuan could meet Zhao Feng and teach that kid for herself.

"But……"

Ran Xiaoyuan stopped talking, her eyelashes trembled like a dragonfly, her little hands clenched tightly.

Just at this moment, Zhao Feng's eyes swept over, Ran Xiaoyuan's pretty face blushed slightly, her bright eyes dodged, and she seemed a little scared.

"Junior Sister Ran, you have to summon up your courage and don't be frightened by his appearance. With your strength, there is no problem in defeating him."

Senior Sister Yuan cheers for Junior Sister.

"Oh? Xiaoyuan's opponent is the disciple who practiced "Wind Thunder Palm"?"

A soft and melodious female voice came, and there was a kind of warmth of spring rain on the earth.

The person who spoke was the Sect Master Xiaoyue, and her beautiful and dignified appearance gave people a sense of self-abasement and nobility.

"Master, it's that kid."

Senior Sister Yuan said respectfully.

Hearing this, Sect Master Xiaoyue frowned slightly and whispered, "When Xiaoyuan meets him, it may be worse than when he meets Beimo."

how can that be!

Senior Sister Yuan looked surprised, and she didn't believe it in her heart.

"This is just my intuition, maybe it's because he practiced "Wind Thunder Palm".

"

Sect Master Xiaoyue smiled lightly and returned to normal.

The fourth round has begun.

Lin Fan and Kong Yuanhao were able to successfully pass the level.

As for Xiao Yun, who had already lost four in a row, his face was ashes, and he gave up the game directly.

Finally, at a certain moment, the game ushered in a climax, and there was a burst of shouting on the field.

The two sides of this battle are Bei Mo and Liu Yue'er.

Liu Yue'er gritted her silver teeth, and at the beginning of the game, she resolutely activated the power of the mortal-rank mid-rank divine soldier.

Arc Moon Sword Art!

The soft jade sword in her hand turned into a bleak sword glow, with arcs flickering, sword energy one after another, like a thin and sharp crescent moon.

On the soft sword of the divine weapon, a layer of bizarre and bright texture flashed, and the speed and power of the sword's momentum increased greatly.

Cooperating with the mortal-rank mid-rank divine soldier, Liu Yue'er's offensive was enough to deal a fatal blow to the peak of the third-level transcending mortals.

However, her opponent is not the ordinary triple.

"Beiming Tianshui·Mushui Sword!"

Bei Mo's face was rigid, but his hands were very flexible, and a layer of dark blue true power like ripples in a water curtain hurriedly shuttled, converging into a transparent rippling sword shadow that was ten feet long and several feet wide.

puff! laugh! laugh……

Ripple sword shadow, driven by the real power like water waves, formed a range impact, colliding with Liu Yueer's sword move.

During the series of confrontations, Liu Yue'er hurried back a few steps, her breathing a little tight.

Bei Mo stood where he was, calmly.

This is the first time since the confrontation that North Mexico has not won a single move.

After all, with the help of "Arc Moon Sword Art" and the power of divine soldiers, Liu Yue'er's offensive power is almost comparable to that of the Four Heavens.

Bei Mo Gujing had no waves, pushing with both hands, launching waves of oppressive attacks.

Canopy! puff! boom……

Between the two, the light is gorgeous and the water shadows are rippling.

Sticking to ten moves, Liu Yue'er was out of breath and lost.

"Your attack can almost threaten the fourth level of the mortal. Unfortunately, your cultivation base is insufficient, and you can't last long with the power of the middle-rank mortal weapon."

Bei Mo stood where he was, his words to the point.

Liu Yue'er's face was pale, and she had no chance at all in the face of an opponent like Bei Mo who was strong in strength, understanding, and mentality.

"I surrender."

Liu Yue'er bit her lip and put away the soft sword of magic weapon.

"North Mo! North Mo!"

After four consecutive victories, Bei Mo's popularity soared in the audience.

Some middle and high-level people in the sect nodded secretly, and seemed to see the prospect of a new generation of new stars being born in the future.

"Unfortunately, this competition did not meet a real opponent."

When Bei Mo stepped down from the stage, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes looked in a certain direction, exuding a spirit of war.

Everyone was surprised and looked sideways.

The object of Bei Mo's mental war intent was the young man behind the Great Elder.

It was a young man with blue hair and one eye, giving him a strange feeling.

"It's this guy again, even Bei Mo wants to have a showdown with him."

"Although Junior Brother Zhao is practicing "Wind Thunder Palm", he may not be Bei Mo's opponent."

There was a lot of discussion.

It can be expected that with the strength of the two, they will definitely compete for "true disciples" in the future and will meet sooner or later.

Zhao Feng was expressionless and stood on the spot, but remembered the agreement with Bei Mo: "After entering the sect, it will be long and short."

A long and short!

The battle between Zhao Feng and Bei Mo is getting closer.

...

The fourth round continues.

"Zhao Feng to Ran Xiaoyuan!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was another shock on the field.

Another four-game winning streak.

Both Zhao Feng and Ran Xiaoyuan have won three consecutive victories, and any one of them wins, they can be directly selected for the trial.

"Junior Sister Ran, the battle is about to begin."

Zhao Feng smiled slightly.

Under the stage, Senior Sister Yuan gritted her teeth and whispered: "Junior Sister, don't be soft!"

"Well, I won't show mercy."

Ran Xiaoyuan condensed the strength of the sky in her body, raised her pretty face that was slightly flushed, her bright eyes were crystal clear, and she stared directly at Zhao Feng for the first time without giving in at all.

The girl is still a bit young, and Mingchun's flawless face has a bit of firmness and strength that she deliberately pretends to be.

Zhao Feng was amused in his heart, capturing Ran Xiaoyuan's inner uneasiness.

Shadow of the sky!

Ran Xiaoyuan's petite body suddenly flashed, as if it had turned into a style shadow, and disappeared.

"Tianfeng Huaying!"

Zhao Feng's figure also moved strangely, his artistic conception and movements were almost the same as those of Ran Xiaoyuan.

what happened!

The spectators on the field exclaimed.

Zhao Feng and Ran Xiaoyuan's movements and even their artistic conceptions are almost identical.

Slashing style!

Slashing style!

The two of them waved their palms and slashed at the same time, and in an instant, the sharp light blue wind light, like a long and narrow blade, cut through the air and cut off all shackles.

"This……"

Ran Xiaoyuan turned pale in surprise, her bright eyes flashed, and she looked at Zhao Feng strangely.

Whirlwind!

Zhao Feng jumped up abruptly, his blue hair fluttered, following a mysterious and natural trajectory, and a layer of swirling blue wind appeared in his palm, rushing towards Ran Xiaoyuan.

This move, "Rotating Front Style", was exactly the "Xuanfeng Palm" that he had stolen from the Blood Python Canyon that day.

In "Tianfengshenjue", this trick originates from the "rotating front style".

Whirlwind!

Ran Xiaoyuan let out a soft drink, her graceful body danced gracefully, and leaped into the air, using the same move to sway with Zhao Feng.

Looking at the familiar figure and movement, Zhao Feng has a kind of intimacy that goes back and forth.

The same movements and figures were replayed thousands of times in the left eye space.

At this moment, in reality, facing this move in person, Zhao Feng's eyes were slightly dull for a moment.

canopy boom-

The powerful wind mass air blade exploded, sending Zhao Feng flying out.

The "Tianfengshen Jue" that the two cultivated has the same level of fire, but Zhao Feng's cultivation level is lower than that of Ran Xiaoyuan.

Furthermore, there was a momentary gap in Zhao Feng's mind just now.

"This kid even has the same internal skills as Junior Sister Ran. What exactly is he trying to do? Bah! During the battle, this kid is still staring at Junior Sister Ran."

Senior Sister Yuan stood on the spot and stomped her feet.

Sect Master Xiaoyue, her beautiful eyes glanced at the two on the stage, thoughtfully.

In the eyes of the elder, there was a trace of strangeness.

"I surrender."

Zhao Feng suddenly smiled and stepped down from the formation stage.

what!

This situation shocked everyone in the audience.

For a long time, Zhao Feng gave them the feeling of being calm, ruthless, strong, and even an extreme lunatic.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he would take the initiative to admit defeat.

"You...you haven't lost..."

Ran Xiaoyuan reacted and said with a blushing face.

...

A long-awaited battle ended hastily.

"Junior Brother Zhao, how can you play like this. Your personal victory or defeat is related to the face of Master."

Yang Qian said slightly dissatisfied.

Although Ran Xiaoyuan's strength is not bad, Yang Gan obviously knows that Zhao Feng must have the strength to fight.

"As long as you can participate in the 'Floating Mountain Trial', that's enough. Even if you win the first place in the competition, if you don't gain anything in the trial, it will be in vain."

Zhao Feng said indifferently.

There are three main reasons why he conceded defeat.

First, Ran Xiaoyuan's strength is not bad. He doesn't use the power of his left eye and blood, so it is difficult to win.

Second, there is no benefit to exposing your strength and winning four consecutive victories - exhausted, and no reward!

Of course, there is another important point. He has a special feeling for Ran Xiaoyuan, and he always feels that he owes him a favor.

"How...how could he suddenly admit defeat?"

Ran Xiaoyuan was a little confused.

"This Zhao Feng is so cunning, yet he doesn't fight with his junior sister. Well, there is another possibility. Maybe he really likes the junior sister. Otherwise, why would he give up the honor of winning four consecutive victories."

Senior Sister Yuan said bitterly, the words behind her made Ran Xiaoyuan's pretty face flushed red, her head bowed, and out of the corner of her eyes, she secretly glanced at the calm young man not far away.

The words and deeds of the two did not escape the Xiaoyue Sect Master beside her, but as the Sect Master, her brows were wrinkled.