Chapter 590 Fairy Yunhua: I really want to see you (1/2)

Chapter 590 Fairy Yunhua: I really want to see you (1/2)

Chapter 590 Fairy Yunhua: I really want to see you

When Huang Jiulong heard about taking off the mask, he was shocked and his limbs trembled.

Lin Wudi's voice was not too loud, but because of the distance, he subconsciously raised his voice. However, the loud voice fell into Huang Jiulong's ears, and it was like thunder, making his whole brain buzz, as if everything had been seen through by the master.

His face was even more terrified and panicked.

"What should I do..." The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he sucked in a breath of cold air!

Once the mask was taken off, this panicked face was exposed to the public!

"Oh, right!" He suddenly had an idea and remembered that there were more than ten anti-aging pills in his storage ring. They were left by Fairy Yunhua, which could keep the cultivators young. In this situation, he should be able to use them to restore his panicked expression to its original state!

His face shouldn't be red anymore!

He did it right away. He put one hand on his face, pretending to take off the mask. With the other hand, he grabbed a handful of anti-aging medicine and put it to his mouth. He then used the hand he had just used to block it so that no one would notice. Then, he quickly took off a corner of the mask and swallowed the anti-aging medicine.

"Buzz!"

There was a muffled sound in his body, and the anti-aging medicine quickly flowed through his limbs and bones and began to take effect.

Soon, he felt that his face was no longer burning, and his panic expression was relieved, and his whole face gradually returned to normal.

"That's right." Huang Jiulong smiled.

Then he took off the mask with confidence.

The truth is... At the moment of taking off the mask, he suddenly felt that his face seemed to have no feeling. When his fingers touched it, he had no feeling at all. Whether it was nerves, muscles, or cells on his face, they all lost feeling.

Suddenly, the voice of Fairy Yunhua came out from the storage ring: "You ate too much anti-aging medicine, which caused the cells on your face to die, and your muscles to become stiff, and you have facial paralysis."

Ah?

Huang Jiulong was surprised.

But the next moment, he was overjoyed!

Facial paralysis is good, facial paralysis is good! The expression will never change, this is so cool!

Seeing Huang take off the mask, Lin Wudi nodded, then swept his eyes across the audience and said: "The competition begins, who will be the first to go on stage?"

Immediately, a sonorous and powerful voice sounded.

"Me!"

With a rumble, the void exploded, and a terrible pressure fell, instantly covering the entire Martial God Altar. The huge Martial God Altar was shaken in an instant, as if it was in the raging waves of a tsunami. Everyone was shocked and shocked in their hearts, and said in horror: "Holy!"

The whole audience felt a wisp of holy fluctuations.

As deep as the sea.

As majestic as the abyss.

It was so powerful that it rushed over like a tsunami of millions of feet, and the waves hit the shore, shaking the Martial God Altar to the point of collapse!

A tall figure flew up to the Martial God Altar, carrying a huge sword box on his back. Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it is extremely heavy. The divine sense swept it away like a mud cow in the sea, and it weighed hundreds of millions of pounds!

"It's the eldest brother!"

"It's the eldest brother Xuanyuan...!"

"He's on the stage!" Countless sword immortals, saints, and quasi-saints looked at him in shock. Since the eldest brother returned from the end of the boundary sea, he has not made a move for millions of years, and he can finally see his style. Just thinking about it makes the blood in his body surge!

"Brother Huang, no, I should call you Fellow Daoist Huang," Xuanyuan Xiaotian swept his eyes over Huang Jiulong, looked at him, and said with a bow: "I really want to have a fight with you. Maybe you were doing the final consolidation yesterday, so I gave up, and I finally got to fight with you. You know, my blood is boiling before the war starts!"

In the entire sect, no disciple can fight Xuanyuan Xiaotian. Only the peak masters can suppress him. The peak masters are all saints, and he is a quasi-saint, so many peak masters try to avoid fighting with him, because it is not glorious to win.

And if they lose, it will be even more shameful.

In this situation, Xuanyuan Xiaotian was extremely lonely for a long time.

He once traveled all over the world, looking for extremely powerful people to learn from each other, but after thousands of years, there are only a few people who can fight him, and only some seniors at the hidden level can suppress him.

Lonely.

Lonely like snow.

I really want to find someone to spar with.

And today.

Finally, there is one.

"Here it comes!"

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan is fighting with the peerless genius!"

"What I'm most looking forward to is the battle between Senior Brother Xuanyuan and this peerless genius. I thought they would be the last to appear, but I never expected that the competition would start with such a big showdown. Hahaha, cool! It's so exciting!" Countless people laughed so hard that they cried with joy, their hearts surged, and they were excited!

Huang Jiulong was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head, and his heart was beating violently and twitching as if it was hit by a car.

But because of his facial paralysis, his expression did not change, and he looked like he was calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

He took a sip of the tea beside him, suppressed his heartbeat, and smiled faintly: "If we, the strong men of our level, fight, wouldn't the others be hurt on the spot and have no intention of fighting again? So let's leave the opportunity to the many brothers first."

Puff~

Ye Qingyao couldn't help but laugh directly.

This person is really pretending. He is obviously of low cultivation, but facing a dazzling person like Xuanyuan Xiaotian, his face does not change, his demeanor is calm, like a hermit.

It must be said that this acting skill is perfect.

Here, Su Changge also laughed.

You are really good at pretending. Let's see if you can continue pretending later.

On the Martial God Altar.

Xuanyuan Xiaotian thought about it and was just talking when an old voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Yes, this competition is not just a competition, but also a test of everyone's cultivation results. If you two heavyweights fight right away, the aftermath of the battle alone will be enough to make others unstable. Go down and rest for a while and let others compete first."

When this voice came out, many disciples looked at each other in surprise.

"This... from the sound, isn't this the old man in the Sutra Library?"

"Shh, damn, you're still calling me old man? Who can say that?"

"Ahem!" Lin Wudi coughed and said, "Nonsense! That's Old Xu! It's time to tell everyone that he is not just a gatekeeper, he is the living stone of our sect, and he is the Great Saint of the Ancient Times from billions of years ago!"

"What!"

"The Great Saint of the Ancient Times?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and countless people were shocked. They had heard from others that there was a Great Saint in the ancient times in the Canglan Realm, who was extremely powerful. Ten Saint Kings could not withstand just a wisp of the Great Saint's fluctuations, and they would explode into blood mist at the first sight!

And that person turned out to be the old man who was guarding the gate!

"Hiss! He's still guarding the gate..." Many people were shocked and quickly shut up.

At the same time, he cheered in his heart. He didn't expect the sect to be so terrifying. No wonder even the holy land forces greeted him with a smile when a mere servant walked out!

Background.

The background is too strong.

The division of forces in Canglan Realm.

Small forces, from the day after tomorrow to the cave void.

Large forces, from the day after tomorrow to the martial ancestor.

Extra large forces, from the day after tomorrow to the ascension.

Holy land level, from the day after tomorrow to the saint.

Hidden level forces, from the day after tomorrow to the great saint.

Extra large hidden forces, secluded from the world, hidden very deeply, no one has touched, such as the holy relics of Nuwa, the tomb of the immortal ancient Ba...

Within three breaths, everyone understood what happened to Old Xu, and suddenly their hearts surged, cheered, and the scene was full of cheers!

Lin Wudi waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, who will be the first to go on stage?"

Suddenly, the scene was silent.

You can hear a pin drop.

No one dared to go on stage first.

Many people looked at the millions of sword immortals and many saints and quasi-saints not far away, and they had no intention of competing. There were so many strong people, and they put aside this one who was not even a speck of dust, so what was the point of competing?

More people looked at Huang Jiulong, my god, this peerless genius is a real saint, and he can be the master of the peak. How many people don’t have broken hearts? What’s the point of competing? Go home and find your mother!

"I give up!"

Suddenly a voice came.

Everyone looked at it, and saw an outer disciple whose cultivation was hovering below the heavenly realm.

"Master, let alone those sword immortals, I can't even beat the inner disciples, so I give up!"

The words fell.

Another person from the outer sect stood up and looked around and said, "I give up too!"

"I give up too!"

"And me!"

"There are so many sword immortals, saints, and even true saints. What's the point of us outer sects fighting? Just get a participation award!"

"Not bad, watch the show first, and get the participation award after watching!"

The voices continued, and there was a black sea of ​​heads, all of which were outer sect disciples who collectively gave up.

In their opinion, what's the point of fighting? The gap is too big.

Under the sky, Old Xu didn't say anything, as if he had agreed.

Lin Wudi didn't say anything either, but nodded to agree with their choice.

Yes, the gap is too big, and their platform is also white, and they can still be scared.

Disciple level division.

Miscellaneous, acquired or nothing.

Outer sect, acquired cave.

Inner sect, virtual god and martial ancestor.

Core, immortal platform and saint.

Direct disciple, also known as closed disciple, quasi-saint.

"Ahem, since all the outer sects have collectively abstained, then the outer sects do not need to participate in this martial arts competition. Just sit there and gain some experience." Lin Wudi said with a smile.

At this time, Xue Huayu finally knocked his head enough and slapped his mouth enough. He bowed to Su Changge and then left in disgrace.

Su Changge didn't care about him. Such a small figure was not worth taking seriously.

Many high-level members of the Dan God Temple breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, are there any inner sect disciples willing to go on stage?"

Lin Wudi looked at all the inner sect disciples.

"Hiss~"

Many inner sect disciples shuddered and their faces changed suddenly.

Although they have some strength, with the level of Wu Jun, Wu Wang, Wu Huang, and Wu Di, they are powerful enough in the outside world, but they are not good enough in the sect. Do they really dare to go? What if a sword immortal comes on stage to challenge me later? Oh my god, I'm so scared.

For a moment, the scene was silent again, and no inner disciple was willing to go on stage.

Seeing that no one was there, Su Changge patted Ye Qingyao's hand and asked quietly: "Master, do you want to forget it?"

Ye Qingyao shook her head and said softly: "Don't worry, wait a minute."

In her opinion, the first ones to appear are insignificant little characters, and the later ones to appear, the more powerful and important they are.

So if the disciple appears on stage as soon as he arrives, isn't this lowering his status?

But Su Changge thought differently from her.

On this side, Huang Jiulong has been paying attention to the scene, his eyes constantly scanning all the faces, guessing which one is the real genius.

You can't wear a mask in a martial arts competition, and now you can know who he is.

"No one is on stage. Will that true genius go?"

he said to himself.

Although I really hope that the true genius will come on stage to see who he is, but I also want him to come on stage later, otherwise he will be exposed. But on second thought, he should not come on stage so early, after all, he will do it so casually. In the first game, wouldn’t that make you lose your temper?

All the strength has been lost.

He also turned to look at the Sword Immortals, Transformation Saints, and Quasi-Saints. He saw them with their arms folded across their chests, looking very aloof and looking at the Martial God Altar with indifferent eyes. They had no intention of going there. They seemed unwilling to appear so early, like that. Too much of a loss.

Abrupt.

Huang Jiulong's ring exuded a wisp of quasi-holy aura, and Fairy Yunhua also glanced across the audience anxiously, eager to know who the true genius was, but this true genius should make his final appearance. When the moment came, it shocked the whole audience. It would be too early to lose value. I had to wait for a while and murmured: "Hurry up. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I really want to see you. ”

Seeing that even the inner sect was hesitating and looking uncertain, Lin Wudi's face gradually darkened, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why, is it possible that the inner sect also collectively abstained? You have been practicing for so long in vain?"

The scene was completely silent.

All the inner doors lowered their heads, accepted criticism, do n’t dare to sting, dare not, in case of a sword fairy -level challenge, you must not be scared?

Seeing that there was really no one around, one of the peak leaders suggested: "No, let me sit down and let some of the inner sects sit down and show their talents first?"

The person who spoke was Long Xiaosheng, the master of Zizhu Peak. He saw the sect leader's face darken and he couldn't help but look a little panicked. Mr. Xu said that to test the cultivation results, the outer sect would abstain, and no one from the inner sect came on stage. I'm afraid I won't be punished when the competition is over.

Therefore, the reason for speaking is very simple, to test the results of his teachings during this period for the sect leader Mr. Xu.

If not, you may be guilty of sitting together.

Lin Wudi's expression improved slightly and he said, "Call the people under your seat to come over."

Long Xiaosheng immediately pointed at a disciple and ordered: "Di Long, go ahead."

"Here!"

A burly man walked out of the crowd. He was two and a half meters tall, like an iron tower. His eyes were gleaming and very intimidating. There was a giant sword on his back, nearly one meter wide and three meters long. The blade was Like the moon, the cold light shines everywhere.

He climbed up to the Martial Arts Altar step by step, faced everyone in the audience, and said: "Everyone, if you want to challenge me, come!"

At this moment, Huang Jiulong had an idea.

He slapped his forehead and said: "You guys compete first, I'll excuse you!"

PS:

A four thousand word chapter.