A seal of immortality

Chapter 260 Gambling Fight ([-])
With the end of this competition, this round of competition is also over.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened.

"Fellow daoists, this is the end of today's fight. The ten winners are invited to come here again at Chenshi tomorrow to compete with the winners from Xifeng. Choose the ten strongest fellows and fight with us again." The disciples sent by the Huang family will compete, and the winners will receive corresponding rewards," the middle-aged Confucian scholar announced loudly on the high platform.

After hearing this, everyone dispersed, and Wang Changsheng also left with Chen Baofeng and Lan Yun.

After Wang Changsheng returned to his small courtyard, he went back to the house to rest and recharge his batteries for tomorrow's competition.

But not long after, Chen Baofeng came to spread the word that Zhao Qingshan let him go.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng was not surprised at all, and followed Chen Baofeng to the master's yard.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng appeared in the courtyard where Zhao Qingshan lived.

In the house, apart from Zhao Qingshan, Lan Yun stood aside with her arms tied.

"Disciple pays homage to master," Wang Changsheng stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Changsheng, don't be too polite, get up! I didn't expect you to be able to enter the top ten in the Dongfeng competition, which makes me quite surprised," Zhao Qingshan waved his hand and said lightly.

"The disciple was just lucky," Wang Changsheng replied respectfully.

"Well, I'm very happy that you think so. Well, as a teacher, I would like to remind you that you have just entered the middle stage of foundation establishment not long ago. I am afraid that you are not someone else's opponent. If you lose in tomorrow's competition, you should admit defeat early. Master will not blame you," Zhao Qingshan nodded and said seriously.

"Disciple understands," Wang Changsheng agreed, his heart warmed when he heard this.

"It's good to understand, well, go back and rest!" Zhao Qingshan nodded, signaling Wang Changsheng to back down.

Wang Changsheng responded, saluted, and retreated respectfully.

In the early morning of the next day, thousands of cultivators gathered on the East Peak, many of them were strangers. These people watched the martial arts battle at the West Peak yesterday.

At Chen Shi, accompanied by three melodious bells, the middle-aged Confucian scholar appeared on the high platform again.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at the monks present, nodded, and said: "In yesterday's fight, nine people from the West Peak won, and ten people from the East Peak won. These 19 people will draw lots to choose the strongest ten people." , since there are only 19 people, the fellow daoists who got the tenth lottery will be directly promoted to the top ten, and the fellow daoists who won yesterday are invited to come up and draw lots."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen monks moved closer to the high platform.

Wang Changsheng had the lowest cultivation level, so he was honestly at the end. After he pulled out the last bamboo stick, his eyes swept away, and his face was a little ugly.

"Junior Brother Wang, how is it? How many numbers have you drawn? It can't be number ten!" As soon as Wang Changsheng came back, Chen Baofeng couldn't wait to ask.

"Oh, senior brother, it's fate!" Wang Changsheng patted Chen Baofeng on the shoulder, sighed, and threw the bamboo stick to senior brother Chen Baofeng.

Chen Baofeng glanced away, the corners of his mouth twitched, he smiled wryly, and returned the bamboo stick to Wang Changsheng.

"Anyway, junior brother, remember what the master said yesterday, don't fight recklessly," Lan Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, but then she thought of something, and said.

Wang Changsheng nodded and agreed.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, a man and a woman stepped onto the ring.

On the left side of the arena is a middle-aged Confucian student with ordinary facial features, holding a blue feather fan in his hand, who has a late-stage Foundation Establishment practice, and opposite him is Yuan Ziyi, who has completed the Foundation Establishment.

At the beginning of the competition, the middle-aged Confucian scholar waved the feather fan in his hand, and a dozen or so feet long cyan wind blades shot towards Yuan Ziyi.

At this time, Yuan Ziyi did not know when to take out a blue flag, and waved it forward, a large amount of blue light appeared in front of him, which instantly turned into a blue water wall more than two feet high, blocking it in front of him.

There was a chaotic sound of "bang" and "bang", and all the blue wind blades were blocked by the blue water wall.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar snorted coldly, and danced wildly with the feather fan in his hand, and the dense cyan wind blades shot towards the blue water wall continuously.

Yuan Ziyi frowned, and hurriedly injected more mana into the blue flag, and more blue light emitted from the blue flag, making the water wall thicker.

For a while, I saw the blue and blue lights intertwined. Although there were many cyan wind blades, Yuan Ziyi continued to inject mana into the blue flags, and the blue water wall always blocked her.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned, flipped his palm, and got three red talisman seals. He threw them forward and turned into three red fire dragons more than ten feet long. go.

Yuan Ziyi's complexion changed slightly, and the Jue in his hand changed. Several Jue hit the blue flag, and the blue flag emitted a white light and sank into the water wall.

The blue water wall immediately froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a moment later, the white ice wall appeared in front of everyone.

With a loud bang, three red fire dragons collided with the white ice wall, and a large amount of water mist erupted immediately, covering Yuan Ziyi's entire figure.

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw this situation, a look of reluctance flashed in his eyes, he raised his right hand, and a gleaming red talisman came out of his hand, flying towards the water mist.

With a sound of "poof", the talisman burst open and turned into a palm-sized red fire bird. As soon as the fire bird appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly increased, and the water mist disappeared, revealing the situation inside.

At this time, a wall of ice with pits and holes more than a foot thick appeared in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar. Through the ice wall, he could vaguely see Yuan Ziyi's figure.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar rushed to the opposite side lightly, and the red firebird flicked its wings, turning into a dazzling red light and flying towards the ice wall.

With a loud bang, the red firebird hit the ice wall, bursting into flames. The ice wall only supported for a moment, then shattered, and the flames immediately engulfed Yuan Ziyi's figure.

Seeing this situation, the middle-aged Confucian scholar danced wildly with the feather fan in his hand, and the dense blue wind blades shot towards the flames.

The dense cyan wind blades pierced through the entire flame immediately, but there was no sound.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face darkened, but he suddenly remembered something, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out several talisman seals and patted them on his body.

But at this moment, several "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounded through the air, and a dozen blue water guns suddenly appeared not far in front of him, shooting towards him.

At the same time, Yuan Ziyi's figure also appeared at the place where the water gun appeared, holding a blue flag in his hand, and his face was a little pale.

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian scholar had several light curtains of different colors on his body, the water gun shot over and stabbed the light curtains fiercely.

After a burst of "bang" and "bang", all the light curtains on his body shattered, and with a scream, there was a blood hole the size of a finger on the left and right shoulders of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

(End of this chapter)