The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

"No, how fun is it now?"

Yu Qianrou had an expression of watching the fun and not minding the trouble. She smiled like a little devil and said, "Shouldn't we just stay out of the fight between young people?"

"But……"

"It's nothing, are you dissatisfied with me?"

"No."

Elder Qi didn't dare to say anything more. He could already smell the murderous intent in the air.

Hidden beneath Yu Qianrou's beautiful face was an extremely terrifying murderous intent.

He could not forget the emperor-level warrior who had been sealed in the sword formation for hundreds of years.

He didn't want to become like that person.

“The fun is about to begin!”

Yu Qianrou was able to control her emotions freely and immediately clapped her hands, as if she had seen something amazing.

Elder Qi looked over when he heard the sound and found that Xu Chen had actually increased his speed.

Xu Chen's whole body seemed to be covered with some kind of golden armor. He kept moving forward, and his steps became bigger and bigger.

One step is ten feet.

Two steps are fifty feet.

Amid the exclamations of the disciples, Xu Chen arrived at a place ten feet away from Huai Yiliu.

It seems to be saying "the winner is decided."

277. Does this have some kind of imperial decree?

Many people began to take deep breaths, but Huai Yiliu did not sit still and wait for death.

The flying sword quickly came around Xu Chen.

Countless flying swords surrounded Xu Chen, preventing him from getting close to Huai Yiliu.

Countless silver lines appeared in the sky.

To practitioners below the Saint Realm, each silver line is like a dead line that cannot be touched.

Death upon contact.

Xu Chen is at the saint level, so he is naturally not afraid.

However, this doesn't mean that he won't get hurt.

The sword intent gradually seeped into the skin, and the pain was enough to drive people crazy.

But Xu Chen still moved forward, continuously releasing golden light.

He seemed to have realized the indestructibility of the diamond.

It looked like he was only one step away from victory.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Huai Yiliu's fair nose. She kept backing away, trying to distance herself from Xu Chen.

But she knew it was all in vain.

For a physical cultivator, her speed is ridiculous.

If her sword couldn't stop Xu Chen, then it would be useless for her to retreat.

How could a Saint-level sword cultivator possibly compare his physical speed with a Saint-level body cultivator?

Even if she retreated a few seconds, she might not be able to take a step as fast as Xu Chen.

Sweaty.

Huai Yiliu felt that she would be hit by Xu Chen's fist and fly out of the main sword-fighting arena.

It was the first time she had a feeling that she would lose.

The disciples in the stands remained silent and tensed up, having not expected this at all.

Although Xu Chen was now covered in blood, no one thought it was the end.

Xu Chen's steps were getting bigger and bigger, and one step could cover ten feet.

In other words, as long as he could block the flying sword for a moment, he could reach Huai Yiliu.

If Huai Yilu were to be approached, he would probably be knocked away by a punch before he could even react.

However, this did not happen.

"You win!"

Xu Chen felt the flying swords around him and surrendered with great momentum.

Huai Yiliu was startled and the flying sword stopped.

The winner was decided just like that?

There was silence.

No one expected that the competition would end like this.

It feels like it has just reached its climax, but it suddenly stops.

It's like I've come out before I even got into the state, which gives me a dull feeling.

Why did you surrender so suddenly?

Unable to understand, the disciples were quite confused.

However, some disciples still believed that Xu Chen was probably unable to hold back.

"What's going on? Is this the end?"

"No, buddy, why did you surrender all of a sudden? Didn't it look like we were evenly matched?"

"It's more than just an even match, it's Junior Brother who has the advantage. This distance is too easy for a physical cultivator."

"Come on, come on. Can't you see that flying sword? He wants to move forward, but what if he can't? Shouldn't he surrender?"

The disciples expressed their opinions, and there was an indescribable feeling of frustration on everyone's face, as if they were still not satisfied.

They all thought that it would take a few more moves to decide the winner, but who knew it would turn out like this.

They could only think that Xu Chen was unable to resist at the last moment, so he admitted defeat.

What else is possible?

It's impossible that he lost on purpose, right?

What they didn't know was that Xu Chen really did it on purpose.

It's enough that he has the qualifications to enter the boundless realm; nothing else matters.

If you can win, win. If you can’t win, forget it.

He couldn't reveal the fact that he recognized Huai Yiliu's sword. It would be very troublesome to deal with, so he might as well surrender directly.

Xu Chen doesn't lack this championship.

"It was so close, what a pity."

Elder Qi witnessed everything, and he certainly would not guess that Xu Chen lost on purpose.

How could this be intentional?

How could you not want a championship?

He didn't think such a young and energetic boy would not want the championship.

If Zhao Chengfeng wins the championship, how much impact will it have on the entire Xiaoyao Xianmen?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

No young man could resist such temptation.

What he didn't know was that Xu Chen was no longer a teenager.

Xu Chen is already an old man who has lived for more than three hundred years.

I no longer care about these things.

Xu Chen just wants to get back to his peak form as soon as possible.

"But it's great to be able to make it this far. The future belongs to him."

The Great Elder did not have any special opinion of Xu Chen just because Xu Chen eliminated his eldest disciple Song Bowen. He also felt it was a pity.

If Xu Chen really won, the sensation would be huge.

Then Xu Chen would probably become the number one genius of Xiaoyao Xianmen.

"The future? Isn't it now?"

Yu Qianrou's words interrupted their conversation, and the Great Elder and Elder Qi were stunned.

The disciples also came to their senses at this moment and wondered why the master had not announced the winner yet?

"The winner is decided, the champion is Zhao Chengfeng!"

Yu Qianrou's voice finally rang out loudly at this moment, and gradually spread to every corner of the martial arts field with her as the center.

As long as they were in the training ground, every disciple could hear it clearly.

I really like what the disciples of Xiaoyao Xianmen said:

"what?"

All the disciples were confused and didn't know what was going on.

Zhao Chengfeng won?

Didn’t you lose?

Not only them, even the elders were confused.

The parties involved, Xu Chen and Huai Yiliu, also stood there in a daze.

Oops.

Xu Chen finally understood where the loophole was. Yu Qianrou really wanted him to die.

How can this championship be attributed to him?

"How……"

Some disciples in the stands wanted to raise questions, but when they thought about who the sect leader was, they backed off and waited for the sect leader to explain himself.

"Master, what's going on?"

Huai Yiliu came to his senses and finally couldn't help but said to the headmaster.

Ordinary disciples didn't dare to ask, but as the person involved, she naturally dared to ask.

Huai Yiliu couldn't accept her failure and asked, "Didn't he admit defeat?"

After hearing this, Yu Qianrou was not panicked at all. She smiled and asked, "Did I ever say that 'admitting defeat' counts as losing?"

what?

Everyone was shocked again.

Only then did they realize that the leader had not really stated the rules, but they just assumed that this was the way to lose.

Huai Yiliu certainly couldn't accept this explanation and asked, "But didn't those people who admitted defeat before also lose?"

"That means they don't stand a chance."

Yu Qianrou, who showed no shame in doing bad things, said, "You were only ten feet apart, yet you retracted your flying sword. If you did that in a life-and-death contest, wouldn't you be courting death?"

"He just didn't do anything to you."

"..."