The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 211 Elders' Martial Arts Tournament

The next morning, the "Elders' Martial Arts Tournament" requested by the white-haired elder and others was successfully held under the leadership of the Jade Purity Sect Master. Immediately, the kilometer-long dueling arena was packed with people and extremely noisy.

Below the dueling arena, a bright red carpet stretched for hundreds of meters, and the old men and young men were all sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

Even the floating gray-white dueling platforms were now magically coated with a faint layer of iridescent light, making the whole scene look both dreamlike and grand.

"Where did Elder Luo Bin go?"

After the elders counted the number of participants before the martial arts competition, the kind-faced old man's face turned grim. Only now did he realize that the hook-nosed old man had been missing for the past few days.

"Reporting to Elder Liu, I encountered Elder Luo, who was drunk, on the large rock outside the Jade Purity Hall that day. I haven't seen him since!"

"That's right, the last time we saw Elder Luo was when he was completely drunk! Judging from Elder Luo's appearance, he must have been in a very bad mood at the time!"

"No wonder, several of my own disciples died mysteriously during their training trips down the mountain. No one could accept that!"

……

Elder Liu's abrupt question startled everyone for a moment. After providing clues, several elders began to express their opinions.

"Sect Master, how should we handle this matter?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yidao's expression shifted between light and dark. In the end, he relayed the elders' exact words to the man in the purple-gold crown in the VIP section.

"First, secretly send people to search the sect. After the martial arts competition, deal with them according to the sect rules!"

With a sidelong glance at the dozen or so legendary elders beside him, Feng Tianjue gave a command to the kind-faced elder in a cool and indifferent tone.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Tianjue appeared extremely relaxed, as if he knew nothing, and sat reclining on the Bibo Chair with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

What exactly did they say?

The withered old man and the man in purple felt a slight stirring in their hearts, their eyes flashed simultaneously, and they frowned as they pondered silently.

Feng Ling only heard Elder Liu Yidao ask the Jade Purity Sect Master, "How should we handle this?" Immediately, all his energy was isolated by an invisible spiritual force.

"Brother Ling, the sect leader said that you are already quite old and have not yet broken through to the legendary realm. Your physical functions are bound to decline significantly. You don't need to participate in this martial arts competition. Just watch them make a fuss!"

After receiving Feng Tianjue's instructions, Elder Liu Yidao first gave a wink. After the two young elders left to carry out their orders, Elder Liu Yidao sighed and turned around, once again looking worried as he comforted the withered old man in front of him.

"It's alright, just treat it as entertainment!"

Ling Weiyun's clone chuckled, completely unconcerned by what the other person said. Although it was out of concern, it sounded somewhat unpleasant at first glance.

"Are you kidding me? Would Feng Ling back out so easily?" Therefore, the kind-faced old man ultimately couldn't argue with the withered old man and had no choice but to say helplessly, "The martial arts competition begins!"

Then, a strong wind suddenly arose, and various colored lights danced in the air. The elders, seemingly ethereal and otherworldly, leaped onto each of the dueling platforms in twos and threes. Before long, they had occupied all twenty-odd dueling platforms.

Immediately afterwards, the elders summoned their personal magical artifacts in unison, and with a flash of shrewdness in their eyes, they launched a sudden attack on their opponent.

"Boom! Boom boom...!" The entire dueling arena was filled with deafening roars and shooting sword energy. Dozens of ear-piercing explosions piled up, forcing the excited disciples to quickly cover their ears.

"Ah! Senior Brother Gou, your ear is bleeding!"

A female inner disciple, her face slightly flushed, gasped in surprise, watching helplessly as the slender male disciple on her right, sensing the danger, covered her ears with his hands, letting bright red liquid drip down his earlobes.

"It's alright, just quickly circulate your internal energy to resist!"

The thin man's voice was somewhat hoarse. He forced a smile on his pale face and waited until the other person complied with his instructions, then immediately withdrew his hands and closed his eyes to heal his wounds.

"Wow! How touching...!" This scene shocked many people around, especially the female disciples who looked on with envy.

"Not thin? You little punk, are you up to something?"

A moment later, the slender disciple opened his eyes, and his complexion improved somewhat. Seeing this, the slightly chubby disciple to his right immediately winked and revealed a wicked smile.

"Ahem... Senior Brother Zhu, why are you looking at me like that? I'm just a kind-hearted person!"

Gou Bushou felt a little uneasy being stared at, so he quickly coughed twice and explained to Zhu Bupang in a righteous tone.

"Wow! You're quite capable..."

"Arena number twenty-four, please welcome Elder Ling to the stage!"

Just as Zhu Bupang glared and was about to teach the pretentious fellow on his left a lesson, the kind-faced old man suddenly shouted.

At this moment, the battle on the dueling platform had undergone many changes. Many elders had already decided the victors and losers, and the defeated elders stepped down one after another, with the empty seats naturally being filled by the elders waiting to fight below.

"Go Master!!"

"Master is mighty...!"

Sensing the exact locations of the fat and thin disciples within the crowd, the withered old man's heart stirred. He merely gave the two a gentle smile without uttering a word.

"suddenly--!"

And so, amidst the cacophony of shouts from Zhu Bupang and his companion, the old man, his white hair fluttering in the wind and his figure flashing intermittently, swiftly drifted toward dueling platform number twenty-four in the sky.

"Elder Ling, please show mercy!"

As soon as the withered old man landed on the dueling platform, the gray-robed elder opposite him loudly cupped his hands in greeting. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his expression flickered subtly, as if he were quite wary.

"Let's make friends through martial arts, please...!"

Ling Weiyun's clone raised an eyebrow and carefully scanned the person in front of him, realizing that the other party's cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the tenth level. Then, while putting his left hand behind his back, he extended his right hand and made a very casual gesture.

The elders currently on stage are all at the ninth or tenth level of cultivation, while the legendary elders are watching from the VIP seats. Respecting their status, they naturally plan to wait until the very end of the "Martial Arts Tournament" before taking to the stage.

Therefore, whether comparing cultivation level or strength, Ling Weiyun's clone was not afraid of these elders in the slightest.

"Hmph! Elder Ling, so arrogant indeed!" Seeing the other party's posture, the gray-robed elder's eyes turned unusually cold. Before he finished speaking, he roared and drew his sword first: "Swords have no eyes, so you'd better watch out!"

"You want to kill me?"

A gust of wind howled like tearing flesh. Seeing that the tip of the sword attacking him was stained with a smear of black, the withered old man narrowed his eyes and then let out a cold laugh through telepathy.

The clone's cultivation level was clearly higher than the opponent's, and its appearance also indicated that it was older. It was reasonable for Feng Ling to politely decline with one hand.

But the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also seized the opportunity to turn their back on you. It was such a coincidence, as if they had long ago guessed that this would happen.

Although it seemed like a coincidence, judging from the other party's previously expressed fear mixed with a hint of panic, Feng Ling could deduce, even without mind-reading, that this was definitely premeditated.

"Hmph! You guessed right!" A cold voice reached his ears, causing the gray-robed old man who was approaching at lightning speed to tremble.

Immediately realizing that the other party did not dodge, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually a ferocious look appeared on his face as he mocked, "Unfortunately, you realized it too late!"

Having chosen different interests and lost shared values, what good are "close friends"? The gradual estrangement was predetermined—it's all in the past now…

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