Yu Feiyang gasped and whispered to the senior brother beside him: "There are so many people, that senior brother Qin Jianyi is very powerful, right?"

Wu Zhi said solemnly: "Senior Brother Qin's Taoism is profound, it is needless to say, but I think most of these people still come to see you, junior brother!"

Yu Feiyang was taken aback and said, "How come?"

Wu Zhi heaved and said, "As of today, there are only eight people left in the Five Veins Martial Arts, and the biggest dark horse among them is none other than you, who doesn't want to come and see how many more pairs of feet you have grown, or how many more hands you have?"

The rain is not yang, and it is dumb.

Feng Yangqing led everyone to the stage, and along the way, seeing that they were in the line of Tianlong Peak, the crowd retreated one after another and made way for them.

Feng Yangqing looked around, and saw that there were quite a few disciples of Shentian Peak in the surrounding crowd, thinking that it was because there was Qin Jianyi of Shentian Peak in today's competition, so there were more disciples of Shentian Peak who came to watch.

But he didn't look at a few elders of the Divine Heavenly Peak, and the Heavenly Saint Zhenren, the head of Qingxian City, was not here.

Feng Yangqing frowned, and whispered to Su Yu beside him: "Why didn't the senior brother of the head of the sect come, are there any other disciples in the Divine Heaven Peak to compete?"

Su Yu shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe there are other disciples to compete." ”

Feng Yangqing groaned and walked to the middle of the stage, where five or six chairs were placed, but only a white-bearded old man was sitting there.

Seeing Feng Yangqing and the others coming, the old man also stood up.

Yu Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and recognized that this white-bearded old man was the one sitting in the audience when he competed with Tan Yanhua the day before yesterday.

The white-bearded old man obviously remembered Yu Feiyang, his eyes drifted to Yu Feiyang, and then he said to Feng Yangqing: "Senior Brother Feng, I didn't expect that your disciple would have a talent this year. ”

Feng Yangqing seemed to have a good relationship with this old man, and said with a smile: "Senior brother has won the award, please sit, please sit." ”

At this time, the bell behind the stage rang, and Feng Yangqing turned around and said to Yu Feiyang: "Old Seven, you come to the stage." ”

Hundreds of eyes in the field swept over and landed on Yu Feiyang's body.

Yu Feiyang had never been stared at by so many people in his life, his face was hot, and he responded: "Hmm!" turned his head and didn't dare to look behind him anymore, and walked towards the stage.

didn't take a few steps, but was pulled by Su Yu, Yu Feiyang was a little surprised and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Su Yu smiled slightly, but said with a caring look on his face: "Does the injury on your body still hurt?"

Yu Feiyang shook his head and said, "Master gave me medicine, and I'm almost fine." ”

Su Yu also shook his head and said, "You are easy to be injured externally, but your internal injuries are not so fast." Fei Yang, Qin Jianyi, who competed with you today, is not low, don't be reckless later, if it doesn't work, admit defeat, don't risk getting hurt again, you know?"

Yu Feiyang's heart warmed, but he didn't nod, but just said: "The master will be angry"

Su Yu smiled and shook his head and said, "Child, don't worry, it's too late for your master to feel sorry for you." ”

Yu Feiyang immediately turned his head to look at Feng Yangqing, but saw Feng Yangqing talking and laughing with the white-bearded old man, and didn't look here.

Su Yu patted his head lightly and said, "Go ahead." ”

Yu Feiyang slowly walked into the ring, standing on the stage alone, but Su Yu's words still echoed in his mind: "It's too late for your master to feel sorry for you!"

He was distracted on the stage for a long time, but there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

After a long while, even Yu Feiyang finally sensed that something was wrong, and his opponent had not come until now.

Offstage, the disciples of Shentian Peak were particularly anxious, and most of them looked around.

At this moment, a disciple of Shentian Peak ran quickly in the distance, his face was anxious, he didn't care about the strange eyes of the people around him, rushed to the white-bearded old man's side, and hurriedly said a few words in his ear.

The white-bearded old man's face changed drastically, as if he couldn't believe it, and asked, "Really?"

The disciple glanced hatefully at the stage, and finally nodded heavily.

The white-bearded old man's face was as dead as ashes in an instant, and he sat down on top of his chair with a depressed face. Feng Yangqing saw it in his eyes and asked strangely, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The white-bearded old man glanced at him weakly, let out a long sigh, cheered up, stood up again, and said loudly: "Qin Jianyi, a disciple of Shentian Peak, was too seriously injured in yesterday's competition to get up, so he gave up today's competition. "There was silence on and off the stage.

Moments later, there was an uproar in the crowd!

Even though most of the disciples of Qingxian City were cultivators, there were still many people who scolded them rudely, and under the Tianlong Peak, the first reaction was not surprise, but a strange face, looking at each other, and after a long time, they shook their heads with emotion and smiled bitterly.

When the people behind them changed countless expressions and voices, Feng Yangqing and Su Yu slowly stood up and looked at the little apprentice who was still stunned on the stage.

Su Yu smiled slightly, and whispered to Feng Yangqing: "I said a long time ago, the luck of your little apprentice is really not ordinarily good!"

Feng Yangqing was dumbfounded and smiled bitterly.

On this day, Yu Feiyang spent all his time in the strange gazes of others, and almost every Qingxian City disciple who walked by his side had to look at him a few more times, as if he was a rare beast.

At the same time, a day later, the results of the competition also came out, and Yu Feiyang was "lucky" to be tied with Qin Ye, Tang Aoshuang, and Li Shishu for the top four.

Qin Ye was originally the biggest favorite to win the championship, and Tang Aoshuang was at the peak of popularity in the past few days, but Li Shishu and Yu Feiyang were able to enter the top four, but it was beyond the expectations of most of the elders of Qingxian City.

Prior to this, Li Shishu was famous for being Li Daotian's only son, although he was recognized as a young talent in the line of Shentian Peak, but he was not very famous in Qingxian City.

In contrast, Yu Feiyang stood among the four, all three of them went through four games, and only he played two games and successfully entered the semifinals.

On the ring, the four of them stood side by side, and the head of the Heavenly Saint Zhenren and the first Heavenly Thunder Daoist of the Heavenly Thunder Peak stood in front.

There was still a smile on the face of the Heavenly Saint Zhenren, and under the stage, nearly a thousand people from Qingxian City gathered together, and the first elders of each vein were sitting in the front row.

Su Yu looked at the stage and whispered to Feng Yangqing: "Feiyang, this kid, looks a little nervous!"

Tian Buyi smiled slightly and did not speak.

There were four people on the stage, Qin Ye was chic and calm, Tang Aoshuang was as cold as frost, and Li Shishu also stood with a smile, only Yu Feiyang stood in place, looking straight at the ground in front of him, and his hands seemed to be very embarrassed.