Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 146 We Are Terribly Strong (55)

When Gong Yangyu was pulled to the Seven Emotions Sword Sect, he was still a little dazed.

She sat side by side with her five direct disciples. The six masters and disciples all had the same confused expressions, as if they were still sleepwalking.

Master Hua Xian, who was in charge of the team, looked at them, then looked at the mushrooms he had eaten today. He was a little worried that he might have made a mistake in eating the food and gave his own to them.

Fortunately, Gong Yangyu came back to his senses not long after. He looked at Master Hua blankly and asked, "Xiao Hua, where are we going?"

"Have you forgotten the competition with the Seven Emotions Sword Sect?"

"Oh, who's competing with whom?"

After checking his mushrooms again and confirming that the other party had not eaten them by mistake, Master Hua said, "You and Wanyan Lie."

"Oh, who is Wan Yan Lie?"

At this moment, Master Hua just wanted to shout "go home"!
There is no need to compare, there really is no need to compare!

If I go back now, I can still save some face, but later I will have no face at all.

Holding Gong Yangyu's hand nervously, Master Hua looked at Gong Yangyu and found that his condition was not very good.

The other person's hands were as cold as ice, and his face was pale and bloodless from playing games all the time.

His eyes were dull, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were sunken. He looked like a living dead.

She was still mumbling to herself, and when you got closer you could hear her saying, "I'll have a good start, then change my moves three times, then release a flash of sword light, then quickly ponder and adjust my mood and give you a ruthless blow. The whole process is so smooth, how can you fight me?"

Hearing the other party still talking about games at this time, Master Hua was really about to collapse.

I'm also playing "Swordsmanship", but I'm not as crazy as you!
I was so absorbed in playing the game, Gong Yangyu, what on earth were you thinking about?

Holding Gong Yangyu's hand tightly, Master Hua Xian said seriously: "Gong Yangyu, let's go back now. I will punch you in the stomach later and then say that you fainted from the teleportation array. Let's avoid this first."

"It's okay, no need." Gong Yangyu rejected Master Hua's proposal with a weak breath, and forced a smile, "I am the strongest now."

"You are so strong! And don't think I don't know, isn't this the line the hero in "The Way of the Sword" said before his death! Can't you say something auspicious?"

“I will triumph.”

"What's the point of triumph? This is also the line for a bad ending!"

“…I can’t think of it. By the way, who am I and where are we going?”

Covering his head, Hua Xi felt that he was doomed this time.

This time, Daoxuan specifically reminded Hua Xi to cooperate with Gong Yangyu and help him complete the Dao Proof Competition successfully.

She usually has a good relationship with Gong Yangyu, and she wanted to help her this time, but she didn't expect that the other party would be so helpless.

After playing games for a month, Gong Yangyu even forgot about the competition before it happened. This made Hua Xi feel that Gong Yangyu would not live to see tomorrow.

But what's strange is that Gong Yangyu, who was usually afraid of Daoxuan's name, now looks indifferent.

Sitting on the magic weapon leading to the Demon Gate, she just showed a trance-like smile, her body shaking slightly, and she seemed to be still immersed in the world of the game.

Although it seemed that Gong Yangyu was doomed this time, for some reason, Hua Xi could feel something different from the opponent's actions.

Is this what a sword cultivator looks like?

Before she could figure it out, the magic weapon they were riding passed through a large crack, and then the world spun around, sending them along the crack all the way to the Demon Gate.

Although the passage between the Demonic Sect and the righteous sect was opened some time ago, there is a Hall of Ghosts standing in the middle.

Therefore, if you want to go to the Demon Gate, you still need to pass through the crack left by the Demon Gate.

After passing through these cracks that looked like teleportation arrays, Hua Xi pulled Gong Yangyu off the magic weapon. Behind them were five of Gong Yangyu's sword-cultivating disciples, who held hands and slowly walked down from the magic weapon.

The sky in the Demon Sect's territory was terribly gloomy, with white lightning exploding in the sky from time to time, splitting the red sky into a crack. Heavy rains would fall from time to time, and strange plants would grow wildly at this time, covering the ground with a layer of colorful vegetation.

Just by looking at the environment, you can tell how terrible the Demon Sect’s territory is.

But Hua Xi knew that this was what they deserved.

She had no ill feelings towards the current Demon Sect because she knew that the Demon Sect had already gone through several reckonings.

Every reckoning is accompanied by a large number of sacrifices of decent people, but they still do not hesitate, just to ensure that the blood of the victims is not shed in vain and the executioners receive the punishment they deserve.

Only after paying a huge sacrifice and every heinous criminal was brought to justice did the righteous and the evil sects reach a basic agreement and usher in precious peace.

The Enlightenment Contest is one of the few means of communication between the two sides. Both sides designate a method of confrontation, then formulate the content of the confrontation, and then conduct the confrontation in a relatively safe environment.

The Demonic Sect can use this opportunity to harvest some emotions, and the righteous can also understand the Demonic Sect's recent strength. Each side gets what it needs, allowing the Dao Proof Competition to gradually be passed down.

Although there is no rule that you must win, just don't lose too badly.

But today, Hua Xi felt that things were not going well.

Looking across the arena, Hua Xi saw another protagonist of this competition, Wanyan Lie.

He stood with his five disciples, with extremely arrogant expressions on their faces, forming a sharp contrast with Gong Yangyu who was sleepwalking.

Even though he didn't know how to use swords, Hua Xi could see that the other party was very arrogant and full of sword intent. The black sword light circled back and forth above their heads, like a ferocious beast with the brutality of choosing its prey.

Looking back at myself...

After coming out, Gong Yangyu was shaking, looking like a squid on the grill in the Refining Pavilion, with no hard part on his body.

The other side's disciples were all sixteen or seventeen years old, but our side was only eight or nine years old, so there was another age gap.

Sighing, Hua Xi pulled Gong Yangyu over and whispered, "Let's at least win one game and give an explanation to the commander, okay? You can let your weakest disciple fight against the opponent's strongest, and then do the same thing. This way, maybe you can win another game. If you are still worried, how about letting our strongest fight against the opponent's weakest?"

Gong Yangyu still looked at Hua Xi blankly, and after a moment he smiled and said, "Hua Zi, you are so despicable."

"I'm from the Wanfa Sect. You let me lead the team just to let me think about this kind of thing. Don't talk so much, just make up your mind quickly."

"No need, my disciple is just as powerful and terrifying."

"Don't say such unlucky things! Isn't this the line before the worst ending?"

"rest assured."

Pointing at a disciple at random, Gong Yangyu said, "Go ahead."

"Yes, Immortal Master."

The disciple walked over slowly and then headed towards the arena.

Hua Xi sighed and was preparing for a crushing defeat when he saw a sword light rising into the sky, and the sword of the disciple from the Seven Emotions Sword Sect opposite him was shattered by one sword.

He was pressed to the ground by the powerful sword intent, and being able to kneel on one knee was already his limit.

Opposite this disciple, the disciple of Zhengyi Dao did not take out his magic sword at all, but raised his sword finger and pointed it at the other party.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth and her eyes seemed unfocused, still immersed in her own dream.

But the terrifying sword intent caused an uproar all around. The sword practitioners from the Demon Sect who came to watch the ceremony looked at the disciple in surprise. They couldn't imagine how the disciple, who was so young, could condense such a strong sword intent.

Under Hua Xi's surprised gaze, Gong Yangyu patted her shoulder and said slowly: "I said that my disciples are just as powerful and terrifying."

At this moment, Hua Xi really didn't understand.

(End of this chapter)