Harvesting Yin

"This... Brother Zhao actually lost?"

After a long silence, all the disciples finally woke up. They looked at the miserable Zhao Xun on the stage, and couldn't believe it.

"One arm was cut off just now, and now two more have been cut off. The strength of Junior Brother Chen is so terrifying that even such a powerful spear light can't hurt him at all..."

Everyone looked at Yang Que in unison, secretly shocked in their hearts.

"Impossible...impossible..."

Lian Qing looked at the scene on stage in dismay, shaking her head, unwilling to believe it.

On the stone platform, the spirit sword in Yang Que's hand was trembling with a killing intent in his eyes, and he walked slowly towards Zhao Xun.

Suddenly, Zhao Xun opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes: "Junior Brother Chen, that knife just now...was it you who cut it?"

Yang Que stopped in front of him, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Sword? Brother Zhao, what I hold in my hand is a sword, are you delusional?"

Zhao Xun was slightly startled when he heard the words, staring at the spirit sword in his hand, trying his best to recall the golden glow just now, he didn't even feel the pain of his broken arms.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. In his mind, the figure of that young man holding a golden scimitar and whose strength was unpredictable appeared.

"Could it be... really his wronged soul?" He secretly trembled in his heart.

Yang Que stood in front of him, his eyes flickered with coldness, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Senior brother Zhao, it seems that you have done a lot of wrong things, are you still in a trance in the battle of life and death?"

Zhao Xun suddenly raised his head.His eyes flickered, and he said, "Your name is really Chen Yulin?"

He suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him had said it before.He has always been insidious, repaying kindness with revenge.

The two had never met before, how could the other party know who he was?And it doesn't seem to be wrong at all.

Yang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, with a half-smile, and said, "Then what should I be called? Did Senior Brother Zhao think of me as another disciple you've murdered?"

Zhao Xun's body trembled suddenly, and he looked at him gloomyly, his face changed for a while.Then he shook his head and murmured, "Impossible...it can't be him. News has spread from the Fierce Island. He's already died inside. Even if he can escape, he doesn't dare to show up here..."

Thinking of this, his face was full of decadence.With a wry smile.He said: "Forget it, it seems that the knife that nearly killed me should have been a fantasy that I had been afraid of him for a long time. The one that cut my arm should be the sword in Junior Brother Chen's hand."

"Om-"

With a sword cry, the light of the spirit sword in Yang Que's hand trembled, and it directly touched his throat.

Zhao Xun smiled miserably, and slowly closed his eyes.Just when everyone thought that he was unyielding and wanted to die in peace.He opened his mouth suddenly, and a sword light shot out!

"Ding!" With a sound, he swung away the spirit sword in Yang Que's hand, and then his whole body shone with spiritual light, kicked his feet on the ground, and with a "swish" sound, he shot backwards and landed under the stone platform!

He stood firmly on the ground, swung his body left and right, the two severed arms on the stone platform suddenly flew back, and were directly connected to his arms. Then he let out a low voice, and two black air diffused from the severed arms. open.

For a moment, the injury was intact.

He raised his eyes again, looked at Yang Que on the stage with stern and complicated eyes, and said, "Junior Brother Chen, I admit defeat in this round of competition. If you want to kill them all, I'm afraid you won't be able to do so."

There was a hint of mockery in Yang Que's eyes, he put away the spirit sword in his hand, smiled faintly, and said, "Actually, I didn't think about killing you today, your life is not over yet, but it will be soon. "

Before breaking through to Yuanshen Realm and letting him know his true identity, Yang Que did not think about killing him.

Killing him is to make him bear the irresistible despair and fear, and make him too late to regret. If he didn't know that he was Yang Que, the one who avenged his kindness and almost killed him before he died, then this revenge will naturally have nothing to do with it. significance.

"Oh, it seems that Junior Brother Chen has indeed had a feud with me, and he really wants to put me to death." On Zhao Xun's face, it was difficult to maintain a gentle smile, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity that there is only one chance, you But I'm not sure. When my cultivation is not suppressed, I wonder if Junior Brother Chen will still be so confident?"

The corners of Yang Que's mouth curved slightly, and he glanced at him, but stopped talking.

The disciples in the audience were already stunned by the scene in front of them and the conversation between the two. They felt that this final round of competition was simply more exciting than any previous round.

The most important thing is that Zhao Xun, who had the possibility of winning, was cut off by the opponent one after another. In the end, he had to use tricks and fled to the audience, only to admit defeat.

And that "Chen Yulin", who has always been a coward, showed great power, and after offending a monk in the primordial spirit state, he even dared to kill him after he recovered his cultivation base.

All of this is simply too unbelievable.

The elder in charge squinted at the two of them, his figure flashed, he went up to the stone platform, and announced with a blank expression: "In the last round, Chen Yulin from Qingfengyuan won. This year's flower-by-flower competition is over, and there are four winners." Disciple, you can come up now, the old man will start announcing the list and rewards for this competition."

When the disciples heard the words, the noise gradually stopped, and they looked at the five disciples standing on the stage enviously.

Liao Xiaoxuan was excited, but his expression was a little dazed. He deliberately chose a position, stood beside Yang Que, and turned his head to look carefully at the young man next to him. There was a hint of confusion and confusion in his eyes.

Yang Que seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head, smiled gently, but didn't speak.

Liao Xiaoxuan's heart was shocked for no reason, feeling the sincere smile on his face, his eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he thought to himself: He seems to be very friendly to me..."

The elder in charge held the jade slip in his hand, squinted his eyes, and began to announce.

The five disciples who won the competition will be eligible to live in Luohuayuan for two months, and they can choose a Taoist couple by themselves. If they are in love, they can become a Taoist couple.

What made the disciples in the audience even more jealous was that the rewards for the competition did not stipulate that the five disciples could only choose one Taoist companion. That is to say, as long as you have the ability, you can choose several more.

Of course, the premise is that those female disciples will not be jealous and fight with each other, and they are still willing.

And if the man can successfully select multiple female disciples, the responsibility will be even greater. Within the specified time, he must break through to a certain level, and he must go down the mountain to complete the task and obtain enough mind power.

Otherwise, the Taoist companions around him will also be forcibly taken away by the sect, and they will be asked to return to Luohuayuan to practice.

In the final analysis, it is to encourage these very potential disciples to contribute to the sect.

After the elder finished reading the award, all the disciples were envious.

In the Luohuayuan team, Lian Qing had an ugly face, staring at Zhao Xun's figure, sighing slightly, while looking at Yang Que on the stage, there was a hint of complexity. (To be continued..)