Chapter 2701: Meeting of Gentlemen

People imagined the wind-blown "Little Green Sheep," walking onto the Guān Hé Tái, specifically to be seen... but he was just a young man with a sallow complexion, flat features, and not particularly outstanding performance.

Only at this moment, ascending the stage with such a declaration, did he show his breadth of chest.

But standing before him was Chén Yánxùn, who had become world-renowned through a single battle, and who, with one overwhelming victory after another, had established himself as the hot favorite for the championship. Until now, no opponent had ever seen an opportunity within his range!

"Army God's disciples are all dragons and phoenixes. Wáng Yìwǔ is brave, resolute, and swift; Jǐ Zhāonán's demeanor is peerless; Chén Zéqīng's military strategy is absolute."

Chén Yánxùn was not a particularly high-profile person. Compared to Bāo Xuánjìng, who showed his face everywhere and constantly needed to assert his presence, he was quite adept at a gentleman concealing his talents.

When it was his turn to compete, he would simply go onto the stage and fight properly. When it wasn't his turn, he would close his eyes below the stage to nurture his spirit.

It was at this moment that his eyes opened, his pupils standing, and suddenly a sharp edge manifested.

"But I don't think they will consider the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn as an opponent now."

"Is he the nemesis of the Army God's disciples?"

"The Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn's opponent now... should be the Army God of Dà Qí."

His eyes looked at Chǔ Yáo, with several points of meaningfulness:

"Perhaps my opponent is not you either."

The leader of Sòng Country was Shěn Xīyuán, the dean of Mínglún Academy. Mínglún Academy was the national academy of Sòng Country, once on par with Hàorán Academy, both claiming to be the "first academy under the Four Greats," but now its momentum had slowly declined.

Compared to state affairs, Shěn Xīyuán was more skilled in literary matters, writing flowery and splendid articles. The current state minister, Tú Wéijiàn, was his senior brother. Compared to that one who worried about everything, he had much more of a scholar's demeanor. Before the Yellow River Assembly, Sòng Country sent a group of scholars to stage the poetry writing event "Qǔ Shuǐ Liú Shàng," which was handled with his nod.

At this moment, he sat solemnly below the stage, probably wanting to appear neither humble nor pushy, but were the heavenly prides of my Great Sòng all so arrogant? He thought for a while, then pinched his goatee again.

"A bitter heart is rewarded by heaven; a gentleman has the meeting of wind and clouds. Young harbors great ambition; a red carp intends to transform into a flood dragon!" Wèi Xuánchè sat upright in the frost position, pressing down the frost intent which floated like wildfire:

"This child's bow is not fully drawn, his arrow points to the heavenly Kui... What does the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn say?"

The main referee, avoiding suspicion, retreated all the way back to the emperor's side, behind the Lǐ Wèi brothers. The Dragon Monarch's seat did not appear in former years, and he also stood at half a step below, maintaining order.

It was said to be greeting the great country's emperor at close range.

Instead, it was like guarding against a troublesome person at close range.

So the Wèi Emperor only needed to slightly turn his head to have an intimate dialogue with him.

Of course, if he pulled out a hammer, he could also accurately catch the back of the head,

Giving both emperors a blow each.

As for the teasing of Hóng Dàgē's new younger brother, Jiāng Wàng, as the old younger brother, only smiled and deliberately lifted his hand to adjust his wide sleeve:

"Then I might have to warm up."

"It's better to call over the referees from previous sessions for a Yellow River Referees Assembly." Wèi Xuánchè's eyes were deeply meaningful, his tone relaxed: "I think the newly appointed great palm teacher of Yùjīng Shān is very suitable for the Jiāng Zhēnjùn to hone his sword."

"How can you say such things!"

Jiāng Wàng quickly stopped this joke: "Yù Zhǎng Jiào is a famous teaching leader in Yùjīng, who once guarded the heavenly gate for the present world, with high morals and boundless merit. I, Jiāng, have always regarded myself as a junior by his side, so how could I have the heart to test his sword! Instead, I am willing to step down from the master's seat and listen to the profound meaning of the Dao classics."

"Did the Wèi Emperor forget, the Yù Zhǎng Jiào just came over this side before the race?" Hóng Jùnyán said in a neither-salty-nor-light tone:

"The Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn also has new friends!"

"I dare not say old friends, indeed it is a close elder!" Jiāng Wàng said in a cloud-light and wind-light manner:

"At least he sent charcoal in the snow and didn't make things difficult for me from left to right. He helped with important matters and didn't cause me trouble."

"But after all, this is the Yellow River Heavenly Pride Assembly, not the Yellow River Referees Assembly." Hóng Jùnyán had no reaction on his face, only slightly leaned his body and overlooked the heavenly prides confronting each other on the stage:

"The Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn indeed has invincible confidence, but is your disciple also like that?"

"This is Chǔ Yáo's Yellow River Assembly, not another life of Jiāng Wàng. I cannot answer for him." Jiāng Wàng looked at the stage without blinking. At this moment, he was also just an audience member.

He was like a teacher, looking at the young man he had personally taught.

Once he tied his horse in Línzī, once the white ox ran south, once the ink was dry and the pen was bald... A boy who had a headache just from reading, with as many calluses on his hands from holding a pen as from holding a sword.

Chǔ Yáo's master said:

"I think he just wants to give you an answer."

This year, Yáo Zǐshū was still like that year. The disciples of Lóngmén Academy had all disappeared after losing, but she still stayed at Guān Hé Tái to cheer for her fellow disciples. Of course, this year she had a more reasonable excuse; she was a player in the unlimited field below thirty years old — although there was basically no possibility of advancing to the next round.

This session of the Yellow River Assembly expanded the quota significantly, giving everyone an opportunity to take the stage. But the competition was also exceptionally fierce. Even for a world-renowned sect like Lóngmén Academy, it was impossible to secure a spot in the top eight without heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony.

It required good fortune, hard strength, and finally, it was impossible.

As for her, Yáo Zǐshū, just securing a spot in the main race was good enough. The daughter of the academy dean didn't necessarily have to be the dean. The future of Lóngmén Academy was in the hands of Zhào Shìjié.

"What an arrogant boy..." She wrinkled her nose, but she was also somewhat accustomed to it. Not many of the heavenly prides who took the stage this year could compare to Jiāng Wàng.

She couldn't help but wonder... Would this disciple of her idol respond in a very arrogant manner?

The gaze of the world, added to the pride on the stage. This was also

A kind of heavy test.

Chén Yánxùn's Confucian robe fit well, seemingly unconcerned about his heart. His momentum had already been nurtured within one overwhelming victory after another. At this moment, he seemed to overlook the sea of clouds from the absolute peak, his momentum pressing down on the wind of ten thousand miles.

Compared to him, Chǔ Yáo still had that ordinary face. On the world stage where stars shone, no matter how straight he stood, he was truly ordinary.

But a steep cliff has strong pines.

"Later is later," he just said calmly:

"Now I stand in front of you."

Perhaps Chén Yánxùn was truly an absolute genius who could compare with his master! Everyone said so, and he also performed like this.

But today, he wanted to cross a pass named "Chǔ Yáo."

Mù Fúyáo lifted his sleeve to cover the moon at dusk. Confronting the two people on stage, neither could see the other, only silently adjusting their own state... When this sleeve was put down, the match had already begun.

Dusk was still slowly dissipating, but the two people's lines of sight had already collided!

Like two flying waterfalls flowing at high speed, they crashed into each other irrevocably. The lines of sight twisted with brilliant light, appearing like splashing flowing beads! Both sides saw everything begin to distort, strange and chaotic scenes of light, like mirages cut from unknown places, piled together in disorder.

They fought each other, stepping into different illusions.

Unexpectedly, they started with illusion technique.

"Breaking Delusion to Seek Truth" was the prelude to this field of slaughter, and both sides showed their determination to make this the finale —

One moment, a hundred birds faced the phoenix; one moment, sword qi formed a star river.

Illusion technique was originally strange and chaotic, a thousand and one wonders. When the small wool god confused the heart, it was often like the ancient god of creation, splitting heaven and earth. The constantly colliding and fracturing illusions, in the intersection and shattering of lines of sight, were even more exaggerated to the extreme.

Just from the performance of light and shadow alone, even if the referee stepped down, they would probably fight to this extent.

Looking at the stunned audience below the stage... Should they say that "Little Green Sheep" did not disappoint? Now he was finally moving his true strength!

"Chǔ Yáo is showing illusion techniques he has never shown before!"

Xú Sān shouted loudly at the commentary seat, as if he had discovered some true secret of the Dao, excitedly:

"As the true transmission disciple of the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn, he is now showing us more possibilities. Can we understand it like this — the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn is actually also skilled in this path, but he has never revealed it, and no one can force him to that step?!"

Biān Qióng glanced at him.

Sometimes she really didn't understand these men.

You are so interested in the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn, and your words always show an eager-to-try appearance... Go and find him to spar! Why do you keep analyzing remotely here?

This is Chǔ Yáo's match!

She had, of course, recognized the young man on the stage long ago — initially, for a little girl from a small mountain village, he pursued four thousand miles with a single sword, cutting melons and vegetables all the way, scaring Xiāng Líng'ér into disappearing overnight, and finally ending the story with the fall of a heart fragrance beauty.

The heart fragrance beauty who recently filled the position was named "Qióng Zhī," her talent in charm techniques was amazing, and she grew extremely fast. Everyone said she had the potential of Tiān Xiāng...

Biān Qióng didn't care about the three points of loss caused to the Fragrance Building by the opponent,

The four words "Jiāng Wàng personal transmission" alone were enough to qualify for "wanting to explain." She was just curious — when the little girl returned to the small mountain village, she had already experienced the prosperity of the world and could not live in poverty in a thatched hut. How would this already grown-up young man face her again?

She looked forward to the reunion of Xiǎo Cuì and Chǔ Yáo; that would certainly be much more wonderful than the current match!

"Yes, well-known Diāo Hǎi Lóu is very skilled in illusion techniques, and Xī Yuè Ān is also famous for controlling illusions. The Jiāng Zhēnjùn roamed the sword world and had quite close exchanges in these two places. His attainment in illusion techniques is obviously extraordinary — this is not, the 'Little Green Sheep' inherited this lineage!"

Smoothly bringing the topic back to the match itself, the quite tired Biān Qióng still smiled brightly:

"As for Chén Yánxùn, looking through every match, he firmly grasped the rhythm of the fight, fighting strongly against the strong. I can only say that no one has probed his limit yet!"

"What does she mean by 'quite close exchange'...?" In front of the huge water mirror profound curtain array, four-and-a-half-year-old Gū Xiǎoyáo asked.

At this moment, almost all the remaining members of Diāo Hǎi Lóu were gathered here to appreciate the "unprecedented Yellow River grand meeting"

(The advertising slogan used when the Yellow River Assembly event group sold broadcasting rights).

The East Sea had already returned to Qí Country's rule. Except for Yánggǔ, there were almost no autonomous places on the nearby islands.

Diāo Hǎi Lóu's focus had shifted to Tiān Jīng Country in recent years, but some foundations could not all be moved away — the reason for not choosing Cāng Wū Realm was still the psychological shadow of being used as a hammer to break the hard ice by Jīng Country initially.

At this moment, Elder Chóng Guāng, Qín Zhèn, Sect Master Chén Zhītāo, and others were all there.

Everyone ignored the child's innocent words, as if they hadn't heard.

Only the white-browed woman who was seriously watching the match gave an 'oh' sound:

"He and I are friends."

Gū Xiǎoyáo was a fishing family woman. Her parents had an accident when they went out to sea, and she later became a disciple of Zhū Bìqióng and changed her name.

Although she was young, she was very smart and obviously didn't believe it:

"Just this?"

"Just this," Zhū Bìqióng said.

Gū Xiǎoyáo muttered:

"I haven't heard that the Zhèn Hé Zhēnjùn came to our place either..."

"He came, he came, Xiǎo Yáo," Qín Zhèn said with a squinting smile:

"He blocked the door and killed our true transmission disciple. At that time, he was only in the Inner Mansion realm!" She added:

"Right, that true transmission had the Heaven Gate divine ability, and originally had the opportunity to obtain the legendary divine ability Heaven Earth Gate! This Heaven Earth Gate divine ability..."

"Elder Qín shouldn't talk to children like this," Chén Zhītāo said somewhat helplessly:

"Although what you said is true, the cause of the matter was not like that. The Jiāng Zhēnjùn is not someone who bullies by power, and we have no deep hatred with him. Initially, we made things difficult for him, and he followed the rules in everything... In the end, he preserved our inheritance. We only have respect for him."

Qín Zhèn then laughed:

"Just telling a story to a child! Even the Qí Wǔ Emperor said to compile history to 'beautify him,' our building master is a bit too honest."

Chén Zhītāo looked at the ongoing match in the sky curtain:

"I only know my own shallowness, so I don't gaze at those floating light bubbles. The great sea will remember everything, all artificial foams and hidden icebergs will eventually return to the sea."

"This child's illusion technique... did you teach him?" Elder Chóng Guāng, who had been silent all along, looked at the fight in the huge water mirror and asked:

"When he came to the sea to find traces of his father, I taught him for a while," Chén Zhītāo said calmly:

"But what this child is most skilled in... is sealing and suppressing."

A cross-section of sight triggered a dazzling illusion technique contest.

The process of dusk retreating was thus very specific.

The light of the sky was released by dusk, and freedom became a ringing prison cage.

Among the retreating and scattered prison cage pillars, which seemed to collapse like heavenly pillars, both extremely huge and extremely tiny, one of them actually trembled and became a string.

"Li!"

A sharp sound pierced the ear, and a long whistle broke the sky.

A slender body with a long beak, a flying crane with cold light flowing through its body, stretched out its wings. Its wings were like hanging in the sky, and the wind whistled for ten thousand miles.

It brought a kind of eye-stabbing sharpness, instantly cutting through all the strange and chaotic illusions of light, strongly ending the illusion technique contest... And its sharp beak was already in front of Chǔ Yáo!

In front of that huge crane beak, which seemed to hang upside down like a dangerous peak, a continuous mountain ridge was raised horizontally. The two collided, emitting a clangorous sound.

There was another soul-waking sound of "Clang!"

The audience's vision seemed to have a membrane torn open, and the real scene finally unfolded.

In the fresh stinging pain, they only saw the flying crane turn into a feather arrow, and the mountain ridge was originally a curved and rough mixed iron stick!

The chaotic stick danced into a mass of iron, and the flying arrows splashed like rain.

Chǔ Yáo strode forward in the pouring rain of arrows, his momentum like a rainbow.

The martial arts stage was abnormally vast, and Chén Yánxùn stood far away, lifting his hand to pull the string. His body stood like a mountain, his bow like a full moon, and a stream of flowing light went towards the sky —

Suddenly there was the sound of thunder rolling, and thousands of lightning snakes and thunderbolts descended!

At this moment, the entire martial arts stage was shone white by the electric light, and the audience's eyes were a vast expanse.

The next moment, it suddenly became dark again. Like a thick curtain rolled down, covering the window.

The light was covered, and it was now dusk.

The sallow-faced young man with the chaotically dancing iron stick, his face solemn at this moment, covered with light outside his body, like an unknown sect's divine official hidden in some mountain corner.

That wool god still dared to say — no light was allowed.

Dusk Divine Technique!

Mù Fúyáo, who had been hiding in the netherworld year-round and had never stepped into the present world, could indeed be counted as "some unknown god."

If it were not for the return from the netherworld, who would recognize who He was.

Who could have thought that the broken cloth strips that entangled the iron stick every day were actually woven from dusk. Of course, their material was just the most ordinary coarse hemp cloth, only the divinity never manifested. At this moment, it fluttered in the sky like a curtain, only like waves rolling, and dusk was just uncovered.

Above that rolled-up hemp cloth, there was still sword qi like hair, trembling because of the east wind, like spring grass tips...

A roll of thunder light extinguished.

The wonderful use of sword qi and divine technique blending together!

The Two Yi Dragon Tiger Sword Qi attached to the dusk god net, catching all the lightning snakes that were attracted by the flying arrows... in one net.

Chǔ Yáo lifted his foot and stepped on the flying crane, shattering it! He stepped on the feather arrow that cracked in the middle, lifted his stick and leaped up into the spirit clouds, his body like a wild goose flying far, urged by the east wind under his feet.

This wind blew the world bright, and one stick swept away all the dust of the world!

For Chén Yánxùn, who was famous for his fighting layout, he chose a violent breakthrough, completing close combat in the shortest time and fighting inch by inch.

With the addition of Míng Shū Fēng, his speed was too fast for the eyes to follow —

One stick then came straight at him!

Crackling!

The rolled-up thunder light electric snakes, this time bursting and falling, arranged themselves under Chǔ Yáo's iron stick in an unprecedented order, turning into a cage —

Divine Thunder Sealing Demon Ban!

Chén Yánxùn's first arrow flew like an immortal crane, his second arrow attracted heavenly thunder, both arrows were broken, yet he met with this dangerous situation. His index finger, middle finger, and ring finger held the string, as if ending a qin melody.

Ding ding dong!

Suddenly, the three lights of sun, moon, and stars rose!

Sunlight, moonlight, starlight, in the air, the three talents formed a tripod, resisting that thunder light sealing demon cage with all their might, even propping it open.

Chén Yánxùn looked up, Chǔ Yáo looked down, and in this instant, their gazes intersected again.

Chén Yánxùn, who was fifteen years old this year, had such profound eyes. Chǔ Yáo, already twenty-one years old, had eyes that were so bright and pure at this moment — only filled with the desire for victory.

His body was tense in the air like a bow, and at this moment, he was also performing archery. Holding the mixed iron stick in both hands, like exploding cracks, in an instant, the light cracked and turned ten thousand times —

That was extremely brilliant sword light, like lava flowing in rock crevices!

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