Master is too ambitious

The next match is still between Luofu Immortal Sword Sect and Netherworld Sect. The Netherworld Sect lost one match and must get back at it in the second match.

Sect Leader Zhang ordered, "Zhou Cheng will handle this one."

Zhou Cheng stood up and saluted, saying, "I obey the master's order."

Ji Qian reminded him at the right time: "Brother Zhou, the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is speed."

After hearing this, Zhou Cheng thought about it for a moment and understood what Ji Qian meant.

Since the Netherworld Cult's skills like to use the Forgetful River and summon thousands of ghost soldiers to attack, then why not let you not have enough time to use the skills? He showed a determined smile and said, "Thank you for the reminder, brother. I understand."

Ji Qian nodded, stopped talking, and started reading the scriptures.

He had no intention of watching this kind of fight that was no surprise.

After all, Zhou Cheng is different from ordinary cultivators. He is a half-demon, and it is dozens of times more difficult for him to practice orthodox Taoism than ordinary cultivators. However, Zhou Cheng can still overcome the disadvantages brought by his natural bloodline and defeat a group of cultivators to achieve a top-grade golden elixir. His character, perseverance, and even luck are not comparable to those of ordinary cultivators.

Su Feng asked quietly, "Master, are you really not worried about Uncle Zhou at all?"

Ji Qian tapped his forehead with the jade slip and said with a smile: "Instead of worrying about your Uncle Zhou, you should worry about yourself. I will test you when I return."

Su Feng touched the place where he was hit by the jade slip, raised his head to look at the stage, and saw a sword intent rushing past like a waterfall with lightning and thunder. The Netherworld Sect shouted in surrender, which made him drop his jaw in shock.

Isn't this too fast? !

Zhou Cheng smiled and said "Thank you" and flew back to his seat. Everyone around him had a stunned expression and had not yet reacted.

Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands and said, "Three seconds of real manliness, awesome."

Ji Qian heard Fang Zhiyi say this and thought to himself that Fang Zhiyi was really mean, always bullying honest people. He smiled slightly and said to Zhou Cheng, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhou, on your victory."

Zhou Cheng felt that something was not right when he heard Fang Zhiyi's compliment. He did not react for a moment. After he bowed, thanked him and sat down, he suddenly realized what was going on. He could not help but yelled in frustration: "Uncle Fang!!!"

Fang Zhiyi laughed out loud, and Ji Qian also smiled. Su Feng had been forced to watch mosaics so many times in his previous life, so he naturally understood what Fang Zhiyi meant, but he was too young to dare laugh.

Zhou Cheng sighed helplessly. Really, who can take care of Uncle Fang Zhiyi's mischief?

In the subsequent fights, because the Netherworld Sect had two top-grade Jindan Grandmasters, while the Luofu Immortal Sword Sect had not only Ji Qian and Zhou Cheng, but also Chu Cengyun, a top-grade Jindan Grandmaster, the Netherworld Sect was directly judged as the loser.

Seeing this, Chu Cengyun was not upset because he did not appear. Instead, he waved a jade fan, acting like a rich young man, and said with a smile: "Ah, is this the feeling that Uncle Fang often talks about winning without doing anything?"

Among Fang Zhiyi's many nephews, apart from Ji Qian, the time traveler, his favorite is Chu Cengyun. In a sense, this guy is like-minded with him. He said, "Let me ask you one question, do you feel good?"

Chu Cengyun waved a jade fan, looking very romantic. He squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, like a fox. But his words had a sense of time travel. He said, "Oh my God, I love this feeling."

Sect Leader Zhang turned around and glared at them alertly. The two men immediately shut their mouths, raised their heads in unison, and pretended to be watching the fight on the stage very seriously.

In the subsequent fights, Luofu Immortal Sword Sect ranked first in the total score due to its numerical advantage and excellent performance. Although the Penglai Immortal Sect did not have an advantage in numbers, it was extremely powerful. In the end, it was tied with Luofu Immortal Sword Sect for first place in points. The host Kunlun Immortal Sword Sect ranked third this time, and the Yingzhou Immortal Sect took fourth place. Surprisingly, the usually weak Huangxue Road actually squeezed out the Netherworld Sect and took fifth place.

Because they are tied for first place, the Luofu Immortal Sword Sect and the Penglai Immortal Sect will have an additional battle to decide who will be the champion.

At this time, Chu Cengyun was the only one from Luofu Immortal Sword Sect who had not yet gone into battle.

Chu Cengyun looked around and found that all the disciples were looking at him. Then he stood up slowly, stretched, waved his jade fan, and asked with a smile: "Are you going to ask me to come out?"

Master Zhang stroked his nonexistent beard with a smile and said in a warning tone, "Don't embarrass me, or I'll give you a good beating when Master Uncle comes back from his travels."

After hearing this, Chu Cengyun scratched his ears, then waved his jade fan, bowed calmly and said, "I obey the orders of the head master uncle."

Seeing Chu Cengyun's appearance, most of the disciples of Luofu Immortal Sword Sect were speechless. This Jindan elder was so different from what they thought a Jindan elder was.

However, Chu Cengyun doesn't care how others see him.

Like Fang Zhiyi, Chu Cengyun's father was once a senior deacon of the Luofu Immortal Sword Sect. Later, in order to survive the second decline of heaven and man, he traveled to other big worlds. Strictly speaking, he is a super second-generation immortal.

But his intention was completely different from Fang's.

Although Fang Zhiyi looks very weird, has a bad mouth and likes to stir up trouble, he is extremely talented and introverted. With the help of his mother's resources, Fang Zhiyi has made rapid progress and entered the realm of Yuanshen very early.

Chu Cengyun is the complete opposite. Although his talent is far superior to Fang Zhiyi and he seems to be born for cultivation, he is a super lazy guy. The most terrible thing is that he has a deadline procrastination syndrome. He always drags it to the edge of the realm deadline before running out to travel and advance. Now, he has entered the golden elixir for three hundred years. He fishes in the sect every day and has not thought about going out to travel and advance his soul. This makes Zhang the head of the sect worried and unable to eat or sleep.

Ji Qian had heard of Chu Cengyun, but had never been close friends with him, so he didn't know how strong he was. He didn't know whether he had a chance of winning against Rong Xianqing, a powerful man from the Penglai Immortal Sect.

Fang Zhiyi didn't really care and said, "It would be best if he loses, otherwise he won't have any sense of crisis at all."

Ji Qian raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, "It's so easy for this kid to level up. There's no pressure at all. It's like when you play a professional game and you're in the top 50 after playing for a week, wouldn't you feel relaxed and comfortable?"

Ji Qian understood and nodded. He turned out to be a super genius. He couldn't help but look at Su Feng meaningfully. Although Su Feng didn't quite understand Fang Zhiyi's analogy, his master looked at him with a look that made his hair stand on end, so he naturally understood the meaning of these words.

Su Feng pointed to the sky and swore, "Master, I will never do this to Uncle Chu!"

Ji Qian nodded and turned his gaze to the stage, paying attention to the fight between Chu Cengyun and Rong Xianqing.

Chu Cengyun had naturally heard of Rong Xianqing, after all, he was a very famous Jindan Grandmaster. However, that was something that happened more than a hundred years ago, and he had been hiding in the sect for so many years and had long since fallen behind the news.

"Please come in, Brother Rong." Chu Cengyun waved his jade fan and bowed casually.

Rong Xianqing was not polite. He first gave himself a defense, then he shot a sword light with the force of thunder and lightning towards Chu Cengyun. The sword light was like a meteor in the air and arrived in front of Chu Cengyun in the blink of an eye.

Chu Cengyun was not affected at all. He slowly waved the jade fan, which turned into a straight jade knife!

He is actually a sword cultivator!

It seemed as if he had no strength at all. He just chopped lightly and neutralized Rong Xianqing's powerful sword. He smiled and said in a strange tone: "I thought..."

Rong Xianqing saw that his first sword strike failed, so he immediately drew out another one. He was practicing the "Red Dust Misty Sword Art". This sword was drawn extremely fast, but the sword light was dim and extremely slow, floating in the air, as if it would dissipate at any time. But the sword light was divided into one third, three thirds and nineteenths in the air, turning into many swords. This sword contained a sense of fading away from the red dust, which made people want to retire.

At the same time, Rong Xian raised his hand and pointed. A white mist scattered in the air and turned into a sea of ​​clouds. White lotuses bloomed one after another in the sea of ​​clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it spread in front of Chu Cengyun.

Chu Cengyun was not panicked either. He held the knife in one hand and gently stroked the blade with the other hand. Then he seemed to swing it lightly, but in an instant, the knife light appeared and turned into a crescent shape, filling the space. It was unclear whether the moon was the knife light or the knife light was the moon. It actually easily dissolved Rong Xianqing's sword intent along with the white lotus sea of ​​clouds.

There was an uproar in the audience, and the monks couldn't help but whisper to each other.

Ji Qian's expression became solemn in the audience. There was no doubt that Rong Xianqing was very strong, but Chu Cengyun was even more terrifying. His sword was different from any sword cultivator he had seen before. There was a mysterious feeling of déjà vu. If he faced Chu Cengyun at this moment, it would be hard to say who would win.

Su Feng searched his memories of his previous life and found that Chu Cengyun did not exist in his previous life. He wondered in his mind whether he had the strength of his so-called soul in his previous life to fight against Chu Cengyun. He was afraid that he would be beaten to a pulp by an opponent of higher level. He decided to practice hard when he returned so that he would be able to fight against a strong enemy like Chu Cengyun if he met one.

Seeing Ji Qian deep in thought, the system quietly poked its head in and explained, "Host, this is his natural sword sense. The world he sees is very different from what the rest of the world sees."

Ji Qian suddenly realized, and finally understood where this mysterious feeling came from. It turned out to be the same as his good friend Feng Qing in this world, but Feng Qing had the sense of painting, while Chu Cengyun had the sense of a knife.

Seeing that he understood, the system reminded him, "In his eyes, everything is slow and full of flaws. It's very troublesome to face such a person. Host, you have to work hard!"

Ji Qian replied with an OK and continued to watch the stage.

Chu Cengyun smiled, as if talking to himself, and said, "Too weak, too weak."

Then he finally took the initiative to draw his sword. The sword seemed to be swinging very slowly, but the whistling sound of the sword was continuous, like the whistling of the winter wind, or like the anxious cry of some animal. The sky gradually darkened, and thunder could be heard faintly. Purple-black lightning was moving in the clouds, and the crescent-shaped sword light that filled the space was wrapped in purple lightning, and rushed towards Rong Xianqing with an indescribable power.

Rong Xianqing used his magic and sword skills to resist, and performed the escape technique to escape the seemingly endless sword light. With a "swish", a jade knife was placed on his neck.

Chu Cengyun smiled, as innocently and happily as a child, and said, "I caught you, Brother Rong!"

At this moment, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the sword light disappeared, and the sky became bright again, as if nothing had happened.

Rong Xianqing lost, and he was quite puzzled. He was very confident in his escape technique. With this Taoist escape technique, he escaped from all pursuits. But why didn't it work just now? But since he lost, he calmly bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Chu, for your guidance."

Chu Cengyun saw that although he was beaten badly, he looked calm and said in a familiar manner: "Brother Rong, let's be friends! When you go out to play, call me?"

Rong Xianqing looked at him strangely. He had a rather cold personality. Usually, people in the sect would stay away from him and dare not disturb him. He was not sociable either. He usually traveled and practiced alone. This was the first time he had met such an indescribable person. He refused and said, "We will meet if we are destined to."

Chu Cengyun didn't take the rejection seriously at all. He shook the sword, and the jade sword turned into a jade fan. He shook the fan, acting like a rich young man again, and said with a smile: "That's it. I'll come to play with you later." After he said that, he disappeared from the stage without waiting for Rong Xianqing to reply.

Sect Master Zhang was both happy and worried in the audience. He was happy that Chu Cengyun won, and the Luofu Immortal Sword Sect took the championship and was able to take over the fifth-level secret cave, so he wouldn't have to worry about the resources for his disciples' cultivation for the next hundred years. But he was worried that Chu Cengyun won too easily, and didn't give him any warning of the crisis at all. Once he returned to the sect, he would probably hide somewhere unknown and slack off again.

Chu Cengyun returned to his seat, smiling like a fox, and said, "Master, please don't scold me this time."

Sect Leader Zhang sighed, waved his hand helplessly, and told him to leave quickly and stop bothering him. Then he went to discuss with the other eleven sect leaders which secret caves he wanted. When it got dark, he came back with a smile on his face. It seemed that the negotiation was going very smoothly.

At this point, the Tianji Dharma Assembly came to an end. Regardless of the outcome, all sects said goodbye politely and left on their own flying boats. Other monks who came to watch the battle also left. It is estimated that this will be a topic of conversation on the streets for the next few months.

The disciples of Luofu Immortal Sword Sect stayed a little longer. They all chatted with their friends from Kunlun Immortal Sword Sect about their recent situation or agreed on the next time to travel together. They were the last to leave.

Ji Qian didn’t know any friends in Kunlun Sword Sect, but since he was here, he was still reminiscing about the magnificent view of the golden mountain in the sun, so he might as well take this opportunity to see the scenery again. So he took Su Feng with him and took a walk around Kunlun Sword Sect to see the scenery.

After getting on the moving boat, Ji Qian discovered that Xing Qi was there too, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Seeing this, Su Feng asked, "Master, what happened?"

Ji Qian regained his composure and said, "Nothing."

But what I was thinking in my heart was, brother, do you smell good?