Chapter 307: The Canghai Sword Technique

Under the stage, the cultivators who were discussing were all one-sided, and they all disapproved of the Xunxue Sect chosen by Brother Chen.

The noisy voices came one after another, which seemed particularly lively.

But what they didn't notice was that Lin Rushi on the judge's seat frowned at this time, staring straight at Fang Ming on the stage, and couldn't help shaking her head.

You know, the unique secretary of Huaying Pavilion is indeed very fast, but he still can't escape the capture of Lin Rushi's powerful consciousness.

Therefore, Fang Ming, who appeared and disappeared on the stage, was almost like a newborn baby in Lin Rushi's eyes, and his movements were clumsy.

"Fang Ming, don't you surrender? You don't have the strength to fight back at all. If you continue to waste like this, you will only lose face for your sect. Since you came on stage, you haven't even had a chance to fight!"

Fang Ming's voice sounded on the stage, with a touch of pride.

Chen Ge was actually sure that Xunxue Sect could win, and he was not optimistic about Huaying Pavilion. He Fang Ming wanted to break Chen Ge's impression of Huaying Pavilion.

He wanted to let Chen Ge know that their Huaying Pavilion was not weaker than Xunxue Sect.

And they were stronger, much stronger!

"Shadow Flow!"

With a loud shout, Fang Ming's figure, which had disappeared, instantly appeared behind Tang Ling, soaring into the air, and the whole person and shadow turned into a streak of light, and rushed towards Tang Ling.

With a bang!

Dust and smoke rolled up on the stage, and a figure instantly flew out and hit the protective array heavily.

The protective array enveloped the entire stage, and the moment the figure flew out and hit it, it was like a piece of glass breaking inch by inch, and the cracks spread like a spider web.

Crack, crack -

The sound of glass breaking sounded, and the figure slowly slid down.

This person was not Tang Ling, but Fang Ming, who had the upper hand from the beginning.

Fang Ming fainted, his body covered with scarlet blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"What! This person is Fang Ming. Didn't Fang Ming suppress Tang Ling?"

"Just now, there was a huge bang, and thick blood mist filled the entire ring. Who knows what happened at that moment?"

"It seems that it was Master Chen Ge. The facts are in front of us. No matter what happened at that moment, the cultivator of Xunxue Sect won in the end..."

"We are short-sighted..."

...

"Xunxue Sect, Tang Ling wins!" Seeing that Fang Ming was unconscious, Monk Kongxu did not hesitate and announced loudly.

He was not stupid. Since his boss bet on Tang Ling to win, he did not want to make trouble and just announced it directly.

"Wow——"

As soon as the announcement fell, the cultivators on the scene were in an uproar.

As for the cultivator who had just vowed and pointed out the world, and was sure that Fang Ming would definitely win, his face was red like a monkey's butt at this time, and he was silent directly.

"Brother Lin Rushi?"

In the referee's seat, Chen Ge raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Rushi, indicating that he should pass on the sword technique he had just learned.

Canghai Sword Technique, this sword technique is not something vulgar!

Even if Chen Ge has a system, it is impossible for him to be proficient in swordsmanship, but more skills are better than less, who can tell how much money he has?

"Haha, brother Chen Ge still has a sharp eye, and he can tell who is stronger and weaker at a glance, which really makes us ashamed..." Lin Rushi laughed loudly. In fact, before the competition, he couldn't tell who was better.

Until the competition became more and more intense, Lin Rushi realized that there was something wrong with Fang Ming's attack method.

Although Fang Ming is a spiritual change, he can keep suppressing the fight.

But Tang Ling was waiting for an opportunity from the beginning, and when Fang Ming's spiritual power was almost consumed, he would give a fatal blow.

It is not Tang Ling's fault that he knows how to calculate, but the cultivators of Xunxue Sect rely on their blood and energy to make a living, so their defense is naturally stronger.

To put it simply, it is a game of speed and strength.

As for the result, it is obvious that Fang Ming of Huaying Pavilion lost.

"I just guessed it!"

Chen Ge said lightly. Lin Rushi is not a cultivator in the East Region, and he knows very little about the sects in the East Region. Naturally, he can't observe as carefully as he does.

"Brother Chen Ge is too modest!"

Having said that, Lin Rushi did not hesitate, and immediately pointed his sword and shot it towards Chen Ge's eyebrows.

Boom!

A grain of light fell into Chen Ge's eyebrows, and the vast sword formula immediately spread out in his mind, which was complicated and mysterious.

Even Chen Ge, who has mastered many secret techniques, had to be shocked by this sword formula.

"Sure enough, the cultivators in the Great Wilderness are indeed very different from those in our East Region..." Chen Ge thought secretly.

At this moment, a mechanical reminder sounded in his mind.

"Ding, the Invincible Sect Master system is starting up..."

"Ding, a sword technique has been captured in the host's mind and is being mastered for the host..."

"Ding, the system has automatically cultivated the Canghai Sword Technique to perfection..."

...

The sudden joy made Chen Ge, who was still in deep thought, raise his eyebrows.

Good guy, I didn't expect that the system could directly master external skills.

Chen Ge was overjoyed in his heart, but his face was expressionless. He couldn't let others know that he had a system, otherwise he would be the public enemy of the entire cultivation world.

Who would be willing to let a guy with a cheat grow up under their noses and finally surpass them?

No one would be willing.

Just like the older generation hates the younger generation who break the rules, they all join forces to resist, because these rules are beneficial to the older generation.

Once new rules appear, it means the end of the older generation.

"Tianyuan Valley vs. Qingsi Sect."

"Qingsi Sect wins..."

"Jianghong Sect vs. Yuhua Sword Sect."

"Yuhua Sword Sect wins..."

"Niaoyin Valley vs. Zhenxuan Pavilion."

"Zhenxuan Pavilion wins..."

...

As the voices of Monk Kongxu rang out, the competition was already in the evening, and the sun was setting in the west.

There were tears and laughter among the sects of the monks who participated in the competition, and their expressions were different.

But the only thing in common was that none of the monks present left, and even some monks outside the mountain gate were constantly rushing in.

Not for anything else, just because Chen Ge had promised before the game that after the competition, he would discuss swords with Lin Rushi in public.

A fusion stage.

One sword killed Taiyi Wangchen in the fusion stage.

The competition between Chen Ge and Lin Rushi is a rare event that only happens once in a century. If these cultivators miss it, it is equivalent to missing an opportunity.

"Brother Chen Ge, the competition is over. Please fulfill your promise." Lin Rushi stood up and glanced at the messy arena in front of him with a faint smile.

After a day of brilliance, the arena of Tianwu Peak has long been rotten.

Even the formation in one corner of the arena was blasted to pieces during the competition among many cultivators.

The defense formation and the repair formation collapsed directly.