Chapter 125 Quick Battle

  The whole flame golden lotus was completely frozen, and Xia Lan slapped it with a sword, splashing a trace of ice chips, and then the sun shone in the sky, and the ice lotus shone with colorful light, which was really beautiful.

But Lin Hu's face changed drastically, and his body retreated quickly, but he was already on the edge of the competition platform behind him, so he had no choice but to jump down. He knew that if he was hit by this ice lotus, once the outer layer of ice shattered, He himself will be burned by the flame golden lotus.

   "I lost, Senior Brother Lin Hu jumped out of the competition stage and lost."

   "This...how could it be? You were fine just now, how could you be forced to do this by the opponent's move?" The disciples of the eighth peak were all surprised. They thought they had the chance to win, but they suddenly lost.

"Heh, I told you that our Senior Sister Xia Lan has extraordinary fighting power. When she dominated the Eighth Peak a few years ago, you hadn't even entered Shu Mountain yet." The man laughed.

But Mo Buwu had already burst out laughing, with a smile all over his face, and said to the disciples beside him: "Although this Yuhuo Jianhua is quite hot, it's a pity that it can only be restrained after encountering ten miles of ice. We won the seventh peak in the first match."

  He looked at Gao Yueyue, with a smug look on his face, as if he knew he could win this match.

  A gleam of anger flashed in Gao Yueyue's eyes. She already understood that Mo Buwu had already seen through everything and knew that she had information on ten disciples, so she deliberately sent Xia Lan to lure her into sending Lin Hu.

"Vice Peak Master Mo is easy to calculate." Gao Yueyue gritted her teeth and sneered. She lost the first match, wasting such a general as Lin Hu. If Lin Hu was assigned to fight against others, there might be a better chance of winning. But it was already too late now, once they lost, they would have no chance to play again, that is to say, at this moment, the opponent had ten players, while Eighth Peak had nine players left.

"No, it can't be counted as nine people. Chenfeng is still only in the early stage of foundation establishment... we have eight people left." Gao Yueyue smiled bitterly in her heart. Since the other party also has the information on her side, she would like to use Chenfeng to reduce the situation. Wu Jingwei's strategy may have been known to the other party.

This is equivalent to saying that if Mo Buwu didn't know Chen Fan's combat strength, and thought he was just a foundation-establishing disciple who was pulled to fill up the number, he might be arrogant and let Chen Fan carry through five rounds and they would win, but now According to this form, it is impossible for Mo Buwu to agree to five rounds.

"Gao Feng's main words are serious. It's just the disciples of the two peaks exchanging fairy arts. Where did the calculation come from?" Mobu Wuzhen smiled genuinely, and then continued: "Since the first round is over, then Xia Lan is the winner Master, Master Gao, you can send your disciples to the field, so we can discuss the prescribed round."

   "Why should Deputy Peak Master Mo be in a hurry, there is still plenty of time, let me think about it." Gao Yueyue looked a little indifferent, losing the first game completely messed up her subsequent plans.

And Chen Fan also understands the specific rules of the entire fairy art exchange meeting. First, each side sends a strong person to appear on the stage, and then they compete to the fullest. Only then did she continue to select a disciple to take the stage, and then she and Mo Buwu discussed the number of rounds based on the strength of the two disciples.

   This is also like a kind of gamble, betting on whoever has the best eyesight, the person who knows the strength and actual combat experience of the two disciples the most will win.

Gao Yueyue's face sank like water, her eyes swept over the nine Chenfan, but she never stayed on Chenfan, she seemed to have given up on Chenfan, and regarded him as just for making ends meet, then she hesitated for a moment, and said Said: "Zhang Yifei, you come to play the second game."

  Zhang Yifei has been in the middle stage of foundation building for many years, and his strength in the eighth peak is still among the top three, and he majors in the earth-moving fairy sword art, which can just restrain Xia Lan's water-moving true energy.

  His playing also represented that Gao Yueyue was bound to win the second match.

   "This disciple seems to be quite strong, Master Gao, I think he can fight Xia Lan undefeated for at least 50 rounds, and he can even win once."

Now the situation has changed, and Mo Buwu needs to exaggerate the strength of the eighth peak disciples to increase the number of rounds of confrontation, so as to buy time for Xia Lan to find a chance to defeat Duo. In order to restrain himself, he felt that Xia Lan might still have a chance of victory because she possessed the immortal sword art of "Ten Miles of Frozen".

Gao Yueyue shook her head, and said: "Vice Peak Master Mo praised you absurdly. Although this disciple is a cultivator of the Earth Walking Immortal Sword Art, he hasn't mastered it yet. I'm afraid he won't be able to fight your disciples from the Seventh Peak. Sagittarius feels that it is not easy to last for five rounds."

Hearing Gao Yueyue's words, Mo Buwu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, secretly scolded the woman for calling the numbers completely random, and she lost ten times in one fell swoop. No matter how weak Zhang Yifei was, he was still a mid-stage Foundation Establishment existence. How could it be possible for five rounds? defeated?

"Master Gao, this is not the time to joke around. I don't want to waste time. If Xia Lan can't win the 30th round, then we will lose." Mo Buwu shook his head and smiled. In fact, Xia Lan won the first round. And forcing out a strong opponent, that has already met his requirements, and the second match is not something Mo Buwu can't give up.

   "Vice-Peak Master Mo, I don't want to waste time, the maximum is only 20 rounds." Gao Yueyue said coldly.

  Mo Buwu's face darkened slightly, but in the end he didn't want to waste time, because the 20th round and the 30th round were the same for Xia Lan, and it was impossible to win.

  After Zhang Yifei entered the field, he drew a solid rock wall out of thin air. He was very smart and did not choose to fight Xia Lan to waste his real energy. He knew that as long as he defended for twenty rounds, he would be considered a victory.

  So the final result was the same as what Mobu Wuchai said, Xia Lan was unable to break through the rock wall, Zhang Yifei won and became the new champion.

  The eighth peak disciples who were watching from the audience suddenly jumped up in joy:

   "As expected of Senior Brother Zhang, he won without any effort."

"The Seventh Peak is nothing more than that. Our brothers in the Eighth Peak just don't have enough contribution points, otherwise they would have dominated the Seventh Peak." A new disciple directly boasted, but others immediately covered his mouth and reminded road:

   "Enough is enough. If you are so careful, you will say that you are so careful. There are countless late foundation establishments on the Seventh Peak. If the exchange meeting stipulates that only those below the middle stage of foundation establishment can participate, they have already defeated us."

   "Hehe, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." Several people in the Seventh Peak sneered after hearing what the new disciple said just now.

  …

And at this time, Mo Buwu had already pointed his finger at a female disciple, and was about to let her appear, but the bearded man who had never spoken a word, who was carrying a huge sword, suddenly walked out recklessly. He said patiently: "Master Mo, there's no need to waste this unnecessary time anymore, it's important that we get the Dragon Saliva True Water quickly."

   After finishing speaking, he jumped onto the martial arts arena directly, raised his finger to Zhang Yifei, and said arrogantly: "If I can't knock you out within five rounds, I will be considered a loser."

  (end of this chapter)