Chapter 35: Yinzitai

You Yun nodded slightly, and the beauty's face was full of anger, "That's true." However, the people of the Demon Cult are bloodthirsty, and they will do even strange things. It's just a pity that the residents of Zhesha have suffered this misfortune, and if there is a chance in the future, they will definitely go outside the territory to avenge Zhesha. It will definitely make the demon sect demon pay the price for this!" Xishui nodded when he heard this, and his face was frosty.

Li Xiao smiled silently, "Hehe, it won't take long, after this Hundred Flowers Festival, the top ten will go to Shacheng to meet with the disciples of Qingfeng Valley, and then they will be together into fourteen people to go outside the territory to find traces of the Demon Sect, if they can find the place where the Demon Sect gathers, each major sect will send experts to go and destroy those demons and demons in one fell swoop."

Xishui was stunned for a moment, the two of them didn't know about this matter at all, and the master had never mentioned this matter before coming here. Li Xiao also saw the doubts of the two, and said, "Hehe, this matter was decided only yesterday. Over the years, the Hundred Flowers Festival has provided a place for the disciples of various sects to make a name for themselves, but now the Demon Sect and the demons are rampant, and the leaders naturally can't stand idly by, and besides, this time it's just an investigation, and there is no need to fight with the Demon Sect."

This matter has indeed just been agreed, and most of the disciples who arrived first already know about it, and they have also arranged for someone to notify the elders of the various sects, but it takes some time to send the letter, so at this time, it is basically necessary to agree with me. The Hundred Flowers Festival is only two days, and if the disciples do not agree or need to report to the master first, it will not be possible. However, the people who came here were all the leaders of the sect's disciples, so they were all at this time.

So far, only the Lingyun disciples have not arrived, and the two sisters of Luoyinxuan have just arrived and have not yet gathered with others. There is a hundred gardens outside the Hundred Flowers Valley, a small mountain villa that is not very large, but it is built by the efforts of several nearby towns in the local area, which is closed all year round and no one cares about it, and it will only be open during the Hundred Flowers Festival, which is specially used to entertain the disciples of the various sects. And it doesn't charge a penny, just for the prosperity of Baihua Valley.

Every year in autumn, the Hundred Gardens will be presided over by the chief of ceremonies from several towns, and several towns will take turns to arrange it. You Yun and Xishui have just come here today, and they haven't gone to Baihuayuan to see Lichang, so they don't know about it.

But now that he has heard about it, he naturally can't refuse, You Yun chuckled and said, "That's fine, it was just a competition, but now it can resist the Demon Sect for the Central Plains, and I will go all out, Senior Brother Li, please rest assured"

"That's fine, if the two of you have nothing else to do, you can go to the hundred gardens after enjoying the flowers at night. But Young Master Lin, I don't know when the Lingyun disciple will come?"

Lin Feng shook his head silently, "I don't know, I'm just here to enjoy the flowers, and I won't get involved in the event."

"Hehe, Young Master Lin laughed, the god of Xiao is here, if the young master makes a move, we will definitely fall behind"

"Sister, is Xiaoshen so powerful, why have you never heard of it?" Xishui asked in You Yun's ear, his eyes fixed on the scabbard in Lin Feng's hand, his heart full of doubts.

You Yun shook his head lightly, and retreated a few steps away with the water, so as not to be heard by others, "This Xiaoshen Ancient Sword is rumored to be a thing that has been handed down by the ancestors to this day, and it is rumored that if the user cultivates to a high level, it can open the heavens and the earth, let it go, this is just an exaggerated rumor of the ancients." But thousands of years of this sword is still enough to prove that its forging is extraordinary, although it can't be done to open the heavens and the earth, but it is not a problem to destroy other blades."

"Huh, it's so powerful, why haven't you heard of the power of this sword for many years?"

"Hehe, my sister only knows that cultivation is not about the world. The Howling God had completely disappeared many years ago, until Lin Feng appeared, and the Howling God came with it, and it had never been shown to the public in Lingyun for many years. And it is rumored that this sword is extremely spiritual, and only Lin Feng is recognized, and even Lingyun's head uncle can't use it, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Xishui turned her head to look at Lin Feng, she had never looked at this person directly because of the bad rumors, and what her sister said also attracted her attention. There are many masters in this world, no one can win or lose in a row, Lin Feng is rumored to be a wasted person outside, and he must not be regarded as a wasted person in the future.

Between a few people talking and laughing, time passed in a hurry, and the starry night fell. As Li Xiao said, at night, under the starlight sky, the wild saffron actually shows colorful colors, which is spectacular, moving with the starlight, which is more lovely than daylight. The others are okay, but Xige is a little different, and he is very excited and sometimes pulls Qin Sihuan into the sea of flowers, which is much more lively than when he was in the daytime.

In the next two days, the Hundred Flowers Valley was already overcrowded, and it was not only the disciples of these sects in the Central Plains who came here, but also many celebrities. Most of its Chinese Ya Confucian students come here to enjoy the flowers and see the scenery, and the dance text and ink also have a unique flavor, especially the paintings, a rice paper, a hard pen, and a hundred flowers on the paper between the ink waves, which is really extraordinary.

Although Lin Feng knows how to paint, but it is not as good as the handwriting of famous artists, the sword elder once said that the things Lin Feng painted are only paintings and have no soul, and they are really works of writing. But the writing is not bad, but now the mind is not on the article. Today's Hundred Flowers Festival is about to be contested, but Ling Yun has never had a disciple here, and he has been in a hurry for two days, and his heart is very anxious.

Today, hundreds of people gathered outside the Hundred Gardens, and the chief of ceremonies stood on the side of the ring to preside over this grand occasion. Today, the top 30 masters will be decided, and tomorrow the talent will be decided, and he will bring ten people to Shacheng "Today, the Hundred Flowers Festival, masters from all walks of life gather here, heroes have come out of the youth since ancient times, and the elders of all major sects have become famous all over the world, but you still have to fight for glory for yourself." The rules of the competition, the moves, and the blade are not limited, but don't hurt people, and the point is up to the end. Eight cards can be boarded, and if you win five or no one dares to fight, you can advance to tomorrow's decisive battle! There are 30 people who can stand on the stage tomorrow, and the quota will be full."

Today's salute is not long, and it is the first time to face such a prosperous world, I originally thought of some words but failed to show them, and left to return to the main seat after hurriedly saying the rules. There is no need to judge the battle in the ring, and many disciples will gather to watch the battle in the eight rings, and whoever wins these disciples can be judged. The chief of ceremonies is here to deal with accidents, and although the point has ended, many disciples are still slightly injured every year, and the person who gave his life has never appeared.

When the words fell, in front of Lin Feng was the Yinzi platform, also known as the tiger word platform. The first eight of the twelve hours of the day are used in this ring, namely: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, and Wei. It just so happens that the Hundred Flowers Festival blooms in August every year, which already indicates the position of the ring, and it varies from year to year, but it has no other meaning.

The platform is empty, and no one wants to be this bird. The same was true of the other rings, but the calm did not last long, and after a short time, a strong man stepped into the ring with a long knife in his hand, tall and strong, and the long knife shining, looking down at the crowd, quietly waiting for others to challenge.

At the same time, the ugly word platform has been opened, and everyone in the audience watched with great interest, one for appreciation, and the other for finding out the flaws, which have been prepared for their own use on stage. Although they all want to be the first bird, there are only thirty players in the battle tomorrow, and if they come to power too late, they will lose without making a move.

"Let me meet Your Excellency's tricks!" the voice remembered, a man with a steel spear in front of the Yinzi platform stepped forward, stood on one side and bowed with fists, "Li Hu, a disciple of the Lower Divine Spear Palace, holds a carved spear with a blade, dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

"I am Peng Lang, a disciple of Tiangang, and the blade I hold is a golden-backed long knife. Please also advise!" The two of them each reported their weapons, and this is to prevent hidden weapons from hurting people, and they cannot use others after reporting the blades. Therefore, if you use a hidden weapon, you must inform in advance, and replace it with a small stone or other sundries, and the person who is hit in the chest will be defeated, and if you don't report the hidden weapon but use it, you will be kicked out of the competition, and you will never be in the ring again.

After being polite, the two stood at the edge of the ring, and then Li Hu moved the spear in his hand first, and the tip of the spear hit Peng Lang directly, the momentum was really extraordinary, and the tip of the spear could still walk smoothly by holding the handle of the spear, and its wrist strength was very amazing. The latter naturally did not sit still, and the back of the knife slashed across the body of the gun to block between the twists of the body, and the left hand held the body of the gun, making it difficult for it to withdraw.

Li Hu was suddenly startled, a little trembling in his heart, knowing that he was underestimating the enemy, he hurriedly held the gun with both hands, faced the long knife, and fell to the ground in a hurry, the spear was separated from Peng Lang's hand, and blocked the blow of the long knife in front of his chest, the tip of the gun stabbed on the stage, and the figure rose with the trend, and then the tail of the gun hit the opponent's back.

Peng Lang hurriedly took a few steps and stopped in astonishment, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and sinking the tip of the knife, holding the back of the knife with the other hand. In this way, the two fought for a stick of incense, and they were both tired, and then Li Hu was accidentally swept in both legs by the tail of the gun, and fell into the ring to end the competition.

But with Li Hu's victory, another person stepped into the ring, dressed in Confucian clothes and holding a folding fan, and everyone thought he was a scholar. But this person walked straight to the middle of the ring, opened the folding fan in his hand and said, "Hehe, I'm so tired from a competition, let's go down by myself, don't let me embarrass you."

Li Hu frowned suddenly, "You, dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name?"

"It's never too late for me to say anything about the next one, as for the blades." Saying this, the scholar opened the folding fan, "Just use this folding fan and fists and feet." How? Do you need to rest?"

Not only Li Hu was stunned, but everyone in the audience was also puzzled, this person was a little too arrogant, and many people were already angry. However, Li Hu still straightened up and nodded in response, "Please also ask Your Excellency for advice!"

The scholar smiled indifferently, and the folding fan swung out a fast spin in the air to attack Li Hu, who was in a hurry, and the spear was raised to block it. But the scholar flew in front of Li Hushan like a ghost, and the long fist hit his chest, and the latter couldn't dodge and was hit by the long fist, and fell into the ring like a fallen leaf, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he struggled to get up full of horror. The surrounding people were also stunned, silently thinking that this scholar was by no means an extraordinary person and should not be provoked.