Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 669: Lucky Bye
This battle lasted far longer than any other battle in the past two days.

It starts from the first quarter of the You hour and ends at the last quarter of the Xu hour.

The sky is dark and dotted with stars.

The lights on the top of Daoshi Mountain were bright, just like daytime.

On the high platform, Wei Chu laughed wildly, his hundred-foot-long body was covered in blood, and the wounds were wriggling non-stop, covered by some golden Sanskrit light, making it impossible to recover.

But he paid no attention to it, and looked up to the sky and shouted: "It's so good, so good!"

Not far in front of him, Monk Tongzhen was not in much better condition either. His body was dull and lifeless, and most of the Buddhist aura on his body had been blown away. After admitting defeat, he sat casually on the ground, pinching the Buddhist seal to stabilize his cracked golden body.

"The winner is Longxiang Mountain Guard Chu."

Master Han Yuan announced as usual, then waved his hand and sent the two back to their respective formations.

"Fall today, fight again tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking, he leaped up and flew towards the sky. The melodious sound of the bells on the top of Daoshi Mountain reached the ears of every cultivator who was still reluctant to leave.

"After all, Longxiang Mountain is the winner."

"It's not that Master Tongzhen is weak, it's simply that Senior Wei is too terrifying..."

"Yes, that last move of Dragon Elephant Ni Yuan Jin, even Elder Wu Quan from Nanhua Valley might not be able to withstand it safely."

……

The moon rises and sets, and the night passes quickly.

The next morning, before the sun rose, thousands of monks arrived early to occupy the best positions to watch the battle.

After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, Elder Qin finally arrived and announced, "The east is about to dawn. The two Daoists from the Yi character field, please come up."

The second round only had six matches, and excluding the A-type match played yesterday, the remaining number was enough to complete in one day...

……

The sun was setting again, and the contestants who entered the third round had all been decided.

Xuan Ji, Ye Qingren, Ao Yin and others were naturally no exception and easily defeated their opponents.

However, Fang Han from Xian Jianchi made everyone sweat.

His opponent was from the Jiang family of Runan. Their family-inherited Taoist technique, "Xuanhuang Yiqi Shangyuan Jieguang", was extremely powerful. Once it was used, the Jieguang light would cover the entire platform, leaving him nowhere to hide.

If he hadn't pulled out his final trump card, the sword performing the flying snow sky, covering up the robbery light, it would have been hard to say who would win or lose...

But before the end, the final trump card has been revealed. Can he still keep a safe path?

Everyone knew it well and was afraid that there was no chance.

You know, among the next few people, except for the old woman from Pingyuan Sect who was given a bye, none of them are good people.

Even the sword cultivator's strength is not enough to crush any of them...

A moment later, Elder Qin took out the lottery box, which meant that the much-anticipated drawing of lots would begin again.

The atmosphere of this draw was different from the last time.

After all, if they can take one step further, they will be ranked in the top four. This ranking is not only related to the reputation of the sect, but also connected to their own path, which is extremely important.

Especially for the two relatively weak sects, Xianyuan Sect and Pingyuan Sect, it was not easy to get here, and they wanted to draw the bye fortune stick more than anyone else.

In this kind of atmosphere, even Wei Chu remained silent for a rare moment. He stepped forward with a serious expression to draw the fortune sticks.

He has already won the first prize once. If he raises the flag for the mountain gate again this time, his status will be second only to the True Lord.

By then, with the supreme opportunity and the advent of this demonic calamity, he might be able to soar to the sky and achieve the status of a True Lord of Transformation...

The opportunity to attain enlightenment is right in front of him, how can he remain calm?

"Snapped!"

He took the fortune stick and looked at it intently, then frowned slightly and said calmly, "C"

At this time, Ye Qingren and Xuanji also threw out the fortune sticks in their hands, which were A and B respectively.

"Oh?"

Everyone's heart moved. If the three of them separated, it would be quite balanced.

Seeing this, Fang Han knew that his chances were slim, and he couldn't help but feel a little hope: "The bye lottery ticket is still there, there may be a chance..." With this in mind, he stepped forward and a sword light flashed, and the lottery tube immediately spit out a magic lottery ticket.

He took it and looked at it, but sighed secretly and said in a deep voice: "C-character field."

Longxiang Mountain...

In the Daozi battle at the last sword fighting event, it was his junior brother who lost to Wei Chu and handed over the first place to someone else.

Now he ran into this person again, and he had to say that fate was playing tricks on him...

"What a pity. Fellow Daoist Fang can still fight against the other two, but against a strong cultivator..." someone shook his head and sighed.

A hundred years ago, the ferocious scene of Wei Chu catching the sword with one hand was still vivid in their minds, so they naturally thought that Fang Han's chances of winning this battle were slim.

Some people disagreed: "Not entirely. Now that a hundred years have passed, perhaps Xian Jianchi has already developed a method to deal with power cultivation..."

After a discussion, everyone looked at the remaining three people.

Ao Yin, the old woman from the Pingyuan Sect, and the Taoist Gaoguan from the Xianyuan Sect...

"Could it be that the Pingyuan Sect is lucky enough to have a bye?"

The eyes of thousands of monks flashed, and they all focused their attention on the hands of the three people.

"Field A, Field B..."

Everyone's pupils shrank and their sight fell on a figure in a royal robe.

It was none other than Ao Yin, the prince of the Dragon Palace!

"He was lucky enough to get a bye..."

Chen Mu murmured in his heart, feeling a little disappointed.

It's not that he was jealous of other people's luck, but he had been observing Ao Yin for a long time, and up to now he had only displayed the two Dragon Palace arts of cloud and thunder. He was very curious about this person's true strength.

Now that he has been granted a bye, his true strength becomes increasingly mysterious...

He was not the only one who thought something was wrong, even Ye Qingren and the others frowned slightly.

Those who felt they were capable of competing for the championship naturally did not want Ao Yin to be able to break through so easily, otherwise, in the end, they would still be clueless about his methods.

However, the number of lots had already been determined, and with the Qingxu Immortal Palace as the judge, the entire process of drawing lots depended entirely on one's own luck. With this result, they had no choice...

On the other hand, Wei Chu laughed out loud and said, "Brother Ao is relieved. You are really the envy of others."

Longxiang Mountain is on good terms with Dragon Palace, and he personally has had contact with Ao Yin, so he has no other thoughts.

Ao Yin smiled faintly and said nothing.

The draw was finalized when it was already night.

The bell rang slowly, and thousands of monks slowly returned to their respective pavilions.

Only seven people were left from the original twenty-six, and they could roughly tell who would win and who would lose.

Take Ye Qingren and the old woman from Pingyuan Sect for example. I guess no one would think that the latter could win.

There was not much difference between Xuan Ji and the Taoist of Xianyuan Sect. Although the Taoist had won twice and had been able to hold on until now with his strength, his chance of winning against Xuan Ji, who possessed perfect Taoist skills, was less than 30%.

Only the two players in the C-field are quite controversial, and this is expected to be the most intense battle in the third round...

Chen Mu returned to the palace and looked at the distant mountains through the window.

The clouds are hazy and it rains occasionally.

Unlike the previous two days where the fights were held every other day, the next fight will be held ten days later.

This was customary. After all, at this point in time, we had to allow Xuanji and the others some time to recuperate...

Chen Mu did not move for a long time, until the sky was dark and dim, then he regained his composure and returned to the quiet room.

"Ten days cannot be wasted. If my skills do not improve, I can..."

He muttered something, sat down, and took out a pair of topaz gourds.

It is gilded with silver and painted with a dragon and a phoenix. Amidst the radiant light, a subtle true meaning surges...

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(End of this chapter)