Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1474 Guan Shan's Provocation
At dawn, the branches opened their doors to register the participants.

From the third day onwards, various fighting techniques at the supernatural level started one after another.

"Your Majesty." Wu Xiao hurriedly found Zhan Changfeng, and the solemn expression on his face was about to overflow, "There seems to be something wrong with the Guanshan Pavilion of Baiya Great Realm. The disciples of this force are good at refining weapons, formations, talismans, etc. The performance in every fight is outstanding."

"It's just that, there's no need to be afraid, but when it comes to martial arts, literary fights, etc. where they will directly contact their opponents, their intention to target Taiyi is very obvious. Anyone who meets Taiyi's participants will attack extremely hard."

Zhan Changfeng asked, "Who is the patriarch of this Guanshan Pavilion, and what kind of way did he practice?"

"I didn't find it in the information on the big forces at the boundary level collected before. I asked the monks of the White Fang Great Realm to inquire about it. Most of the monks have never heard of it. Three or two said that it is a third-rate force that has appeared in recent years. , the rest can’t be asked.”

"But judging by their martial arts, they are not of the same vein, so they should not belong to the sect."

Zhan Changfeng heard this, and said, "The participants selected by Taiyi are all moderately strong. If they are no match for the people in Guanshan Pavilion, I will not be able to interfere. If they are no match, I don't need to order them to fight hard." point."

"But, if Taiyi participants are suppressed in various fighting methods and cannot get a good ranking, will it damage the national prestige?"

"Most of the participants are fighters from the Zhutian sect. Don't be in a hurry. Those sects will be in a hurry first." She said, "Let's let them do the supernatural-level fighting skills first. You send people to Baiya Great Realm , Check the foundation of Guanshan Pavilion, if it is clean, it is no problem, if Zhu Tian's opposition forces are entangled, you have to take care of it."

"Yes."

Zhan Changfeng didn't watch the progress of the Daotai meeting all the time, she would only lead the crowd to appear at the final closing ceremony, and during the introduction, all the great powers of all parties would also gather to watch the ceremony and communicate between returning to the void.

At that time, it was the real highlight. Both Yang Tang and God wanted to attack, and it was very likely that they would choose that time.

But I'm not afraid of their conspiracy, I'm afraid of coming to the public, for example, fighting in a fair and honest way, and as an emperor who can resist the quasi-sage, if she does it herself, it will show that there is no one, and that she is bullying the small.

It's not that she doesn't trust the strength of Wu Feiyu, Zhao Xuan and the others, but if the other party has the courage to attack, they have a way to contain them.

Zhan Changfeng is leaning on the pillow, with a scroll in one hand and a jug in the other, lazy and leisurely, the sea and sky in the east are the same color, the mountains in the west are green, the birds are singing in the south, the sound of water in the north is majestic, and there are no walls on all sides. The main hall blended into this environment, as if she was the only one sitting and lying on the mountains and rivers, with the breeze as her companion.

It's a pity that this laziness can't go on anymore, her gaze penetrated the barrier and landed in the Daotai City at the foot of the mountain, and she saw a person provoking Taiyi participants, but fortunately, Taiyi fighters obeyed the rules, and fought with people without being present.

Obviously, no matter whether Guanshan Pavilion has a background or what purpose it comes from, it has become a force against Taiyi in the eyes of everyone. The more popular it is, the more it will attract "fellows" with the same thoughts.

In the city——

"Have you heard that the monk from Guanshan Pavilion has won the title of Fudou!"

"In the ongoing array battle, there are also their people."

"What on earth does this Guanshan Pavilion do? Talented people come forth in large numbers."

"It is said that it is for business, and the monks in the cabinet are all skilled. The key point is, wherever the Taiyi participants are, they will be there. It seems that there is a secret competition."

"The abilities of Tai Yi's participants are not very good, and they can't compete for the top three in these unorthodox skills."

"There's nothing to gloat about. We belong to Taiyi now. The failure of Taiyi's participants is also a slap in the face. Besides, these people are all from Zhutian."

"They are fighters themselves, and they are not good at other skills, which is understandable."

"What about literary and martial arts? In the four rounds of literary and martial arts that just ended, Tai Yi didn't have the upper hand!"

"The monks in Guanshan Pavilion are really courageous. Do they want to attract Taiyi's attention and join Taiyi, or do they want to shake Taiyi's foundation in Zhu Tian by their own power."

"Go and see, go and see, Huadao branch, No.1 is going to challenge the referee!"

"What, the results of the painting competition came out? How can No.1 challenge the referee?"

"It's a mistake. No.2 refused to accept the verdict and protested to the referee, which is more reliable than this rumor."

"It's true, that No.1 is from Guanshan Pavilion!"

More and more spectators gathered in the Huadao branch, but in the venue, each case and painting had not been put away, and the participants were still standing beside them.

The cultivator who won the first place called himself Miao Yiwai, with red lips and white teeth, like a young man, he said, "Thank you all the judges for your recognition of my paintings, but how do I know that you have the strength to judge my paintings?"

There are five referees in the Dao painting, and the result is jointly decided by the five judges, but he stared straight at Lingyuan, "Why don't you ask this referee to compete with me, so that I can win peace of mind!"

"The rules of martial arts cannot be disregarded. Now that the competition is over, you have also received the honor you deserve. Why are you messing around?" A referee severely reprimanded him, and his appreciation for him was greatly reduced. It is a good thing to be arrogant. In the senior, he was too ignorant of advance and retreat.

Miao Yihui was not at all timid, and he raised his chest and said loudly, "Then I will ask this referee for painting skills in my own name!"

Lingyuan comforted the other referees, and said to Miao Yiwei, "It's fine to ask for advice. Fortunately, the fighting is over, and I have time to give you some advice. Come, get new drawing paper."

The attendants brought up a desk covered with drawing paper and brushes.

In painting and fighting, one compares the skill of the wrist, and the other compares the spirituality. Among them, the drawing paper is used to test the skill of the wrist. If the strength of the wrist is not strong, it is impossible to write on the paper and draw marks.

Miao Yi clasped his fists, "Please give me a new piece of paper, I will try my best to compare with Tianjun with my new work!"

The expressions of the participants and spectators were different, some watched the show, some scoffed, and some appreciated it.

The rest of the referees were also communicating with each other, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction.

"A junior who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, how dare he provoke the seniors in public."

"Fellow Daoist Lingyuan wins but doesn't win. What kind of madness is this monk in Guanshan Pavilion?"

"If he really wants to compete, I would be happy to compare with him, but he made this request in full view, obviously to find fault."

Miao Yiwai enjoyed the gazes of the crowd, suddenly with the pride of being an enemy of the crowd, he glanced sideways at Lingyuan, "I'm not talented, I'll write first."

He pressed the paper with a ruler, took a brush and dipped it in paint, swayed it, and the landscape gradually took shape. In the painting, the clouds made the bank, the clear sky made the river, and the magnificent palaces on both sides were scattered, high and low, lifelike.

He added another boat with a pen, lifted the drawing paper and faced the four referees, "Please take a boat tour to the Heavenly Palace!"

The four referees entered the painting and stood on the deck to visit the scenery along the way, and they couldn't help admiring.

"Miao Yiwei's previous painting is not so spiritual."

"He must have reserved everything before. With the level of his painting, it can be on an equal footing with me."

"The soul of the supernatural powers supported him to construct the spiritual world in the painting, and the future can be expected."

"Fellow Daoist Lingyuan is in trouble, if you lose"

(End of this chapter)