Chapter 590 Fairy Yunhua: I really want to see you

When Huang Jiulong heard about the mask removal, he shuddered all over 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 sect master.

His face was even more terrified, panicked and terrified.

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

Once the mask is removed, br /\u003e

"Oh, that's 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 the original state!

His face should not be red anymore!

He did it. He put one hand on his face, pretending to take off the mask, and with the other hand, he grabbed a handful of anti-aging pills and put them 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 pills.

"Buzz!"

A muffled sound came from his body, and the rolling medicinal power of the anti-aging pills quickly flowed into 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.

But... 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 took too much anti-aging pills, 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: "Saint!"

The whole audience felt a wisp of the holy realm fluctuation.

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!

I saw a tall figure flying 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 drop in the ocean, and it weighed hundreds of millions of pounds!

"It's the eldest brother!"

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

"He's on stage!" Countless sword immortals and quasi-sages 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. Now he can finally see his style, and just thinking about it makes the blood in his body surge!

"Brother Huang, no, I should call you Fellow Daoist Huang," Xuanyuan Xiao 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. Now I can finally fight with you. You know, my blood is boiling before the battle starts!"

In the entire sect, no disciple can fight Xuanyuan Xiao. Only the peak master level and above can suppress him. The peak masters are all saints, and he is only 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 Xiao was extremely lonely for a long time.

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

Lonely.

Lonely like snow.

I really want to find someone to fight with.

And today.

Finally, there is one.

"Here it comes!"

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan is going to fight the peerless pride!"

"What I'm looking forward to most is the battle between Senior Brother Xuanyuan and this peerless pride. 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 burst into laughter and tears of joy, their hearts surging and excited!

Huang Jiulong was sweating profusely, and his heart was beating violently and twitching as if it was hit by a car.

But due to 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 lightly: "Once 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 many brothers first."

Puff~

Ye Qingyao couldn't help but laugh directly.

This person is really good at pretending. He is obviously of low level, but facing a dazzling person like Xuanyuan Xiao, his expression remains unchanged and his demeanor is calm, like a hermit.

I have to say, this acting skill is perfect.

On this side, 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 Xiao thought about it and was about to speak 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 uneasy. 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 fossil 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 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 guarded the gate!

"Hiss! Still guarding the gate..." Many people were shocked and quickly shut up.

At the same time, they cheered in their hearts. They didn't expect the sect to be so terrifying. No wonder even the holy land forces had to greet a mere servant with a smile!

Background.

The background is too strong.

The division of forces in Canglan Realm.

Forces, then Dongxu.

Large forces, then Wuzu.

Extra large forces, then Feisheng.

Holy land level, then Huasheng.

Hidden forces, then Dasheng.

Extra large hidden forces, secluded from the world, hidden very deep, no one has ever encountered, such as Nuwa Holy Relics, Immortal Ancient Ba Tomb...

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

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

Suddenly, there was silence in the field.

You can hear a pin drop.

No one dared to go on stage first.

Many people looked at the millions of sword immortals not far away, as well as many Huasheng and Quasi-Sage-level strongmen, and had no intention of competing. With so many strong men, they were not even a speck of dust here, so what was there to compete with?

More people looked at Huang Jiulong. My god, this peerless pride is at the level of a true saint. He can even be the master of a peak. How many people would not have their hearts broken? What else is there to compete for? Go home to your mother!

"I give up!"

Suddenly a voice came.

Everyone looked at it and saw an outer disciple whose cultivation level was hovering around the human realm.

"Master, forget about those sword immortals. I can't even beat the inner disciples, so I give up!"

After the words fell.

Another outer disciple 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. We outer disciples can't fight for anything. Just get a participation award!"

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

The voices continued, and there was a black crowd of people. They were all outer disciples who collectively gave up.

In their opinion, what else is there to fight for? The gap is too big.

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

Lin Wudi had nothing to say, and nodded to acquiesce in their choice.

Yes, the gap is too big, and it would be useless for them to go on stage, and they might even be scared.

Disciple level division.

Menial work, later or no.

Outer sect, later to Dongxu.

Inner sect, from Xushen to Wuzu.

Core, from Xiantai to Huasheng.

Personal disciples, also known as closed disciples, quasi-saints.

"Ahem, since all the outer sects have collectively abstained, then I declare that the outer sects do not need to participate in this martial arts competition, just sit there and learn a lot," Lin Wudi said with a kind smile.

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

Su Changge didn't care about him, such a person is not worth taking to heart.

Many high-level Dan Shen Temple members 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 disciples shuddered and their faces suddenly changed.

Although they have some strength, with the level of Wu Jun, Wu Wang, Wu Huang, and Wu Di, they are powerful and domineering in the outside world, but they are not good enough in the sect. Do they really dare to go up? What if the sword fairy level comes to the stage to challenge them, my god, they will be scared to death.

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

Seeing that no one was going up, Su Changge patted Ye Qingyao's hand and asked quietly: "Master, how about I go up?"

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

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

So if the disciple comes on stage right away, isn't this lowering his status?

But Su Changge thought differently from her.

Here, Huang Jiulong has been paying attention to the field, his eyes constantly scanning everyone's faces, guessing who is the real hero.

You can't wear a mask in a competition, now I can know who he is.

"If I don't provoke the stage, will the real hero go up?"

He said to himself.

Although I really hope that the true pride 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. Being the first one to appear, wouldn’t that mean you’re out of line?

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 up. They seemed unwilling to appear so early, like that. Too much of a loss.

Unexpected.

A wisp of quasi-saint aura overflowed from Huang Jiulong's ring, and Fairy Yunhua also glanced across the audience anxiously, eager to know who the true pride was, but this true pride should have made his final appearance. When the time came out of the blue, it shocked the whole audience. It would be too early to lose one's status. I had to wait for a while and murmured: "Hurry up. I have been waiting for this 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: "What, is it that the inner sect also wants to abstain collectively? You have been practicing for so long in vain?"

There was dead silence.

All the inner sects lowered their heads and accepted the criticism. It's not that they don't want to go up, but they don't dare to go up. If there is a Sword Immortal-level challenger on the stage, will they be scared out of their wits?

Seeing that no one was coming, a peak leader suggested: "How about you let me sit down and let some of the inner sects go up first to show off?"

The speaker was Long Xiaosheng, the master of Zizhu Peak. He saw the sect master's face darken and he couldn't help but look a little panicked. Mr. Xu wanted to test the results of his cultivation, so it was enough for the outer sect to abstain. Even the inner sect did not cause trouble. Wait. I'm afraid I won't be punished after the competition is over.

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

If not, you may be guilty of sitting together.

Lin Wudi's expression improved slightly and he said, "Ask those under you to come up."

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

"Here!"

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

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

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.