Xuanxia

Chapter 284 Large Team

in reality.

In the scene reflected in the mirror, Jin Yan was lying on the ground, covering the knife wound on his throat, twitching and disappearing into smoke and dust.

Beside him, Fu Qingzhou smiled, bowed, picked up his sword and left.

At the same time, Jin Yan on the stage groaned and woke up, his eyes full of unwillingness and annoyance, and he pounded the ground heavily with his fist.

"This Jin Yan really doesn't know his place..."

The audiences below the stage began to whisper, "How dare you challenge Fu Qingzhou?"

"But he also gave Master Fu a chance, didn't he? Without him, I'm afraid Master Fu would have run into a strange beast soon."

"But this is not a solution. Fu Qingzhou is too famous. Who dares to challenge him? He is kind-hearted. He will let others go if they ask him for help. It is only a matter of time before they encounter strange beasts."

"Hey, do you think he can defeat that strange beast?"

The audience was discussing the matter heatedly, and several judges on the judging panel were also discussing the matter in low voices.

"Alliance Leader Jiang."

Xiong Shao whispered, "If Young Master Fu is eliminated because he didn't fight, wouldn't that be too unfair?"

"Haha, Chief Xiong, you can't say that."

The person who answered was not Jiang Baichuan, but the smiling Kong Ling: "To become famous before the conference is Young Master Fu's own choice; others avoided fighting, but if Young Master Fu is willing to pursue, those young people will not be able to escape, this is also his own choice."

"This predicament was not forced by others. It was all caused by him. How can he be accused of injustice?"

After hearing his words, Xiong Shao nodded slightly.

Jiang Baichuan also smiled and said, "Brother Kong is right. When traveling in the martial arts world, the difficulties you encounter are not only surrounded by powerful enemies and hunted by enemies. When you become famous, how to maintain a balance between sticking to your original intention and pursuing your ambitions is also a big test."

Zhao Hao waved his fan and said leisurely, "I am very interested. If this kid has no other options, will he ignore others' pleas and forcibly kill people?"

As they were talking, they were suddenly attracted by the scene shown in another mirror.

Is that Ning Wushu... and Yuan Zhen?

The two of them were actually running away!

In the mirror, Ning Wushu and Yuan Zhen were performing Qinggong at the same time. Their body movements and leg strength were equally matched, and they were running wildly together in the dense forest in the canyon.

And behind them and to their sides, there were dozens of people besieging them!

"What's wrong with this group of people?!"

Ning Wushu asked loudly as he ran away: "How many people have you offended?!"

Beside him, Yuan Zhen looked relatively calm, and said with a smile: "It's not that I provoked them, but these donors huddled together for warmth. I think they planned to gather enough people to deal with all opponents."

As he was speaking, several arrows shot towards him from behind, but they were not arrows from a bow, but crossbow arrows!

Among the crowd chasing them, there were two or three people who were equipped with strange armor with many mechanical gears on the surface. There was even a large crossbow attached to their arm armor, and the crossbow arrows were shot from their hands.

"It's someone from the Shenji Sect!"

Ning Wushu growled and turned around to shoot several arrows in rapid succession, knocking down the fierce crossbow arrows.

But this undoubtedly slowed down her escape speed. At this moment, several young heroes rushed out from the surroundings. They had different weapons in their hands and their cooperation was not tacit, but they were full of fighting spirit and had profound cultivation!
In an instant, several sharp sword and knife auras came towards him. Ning Wushu frowned, snorted lightly, and with one hand he hung the longbow back on his body like lightning, and with the other hand he suddenly pulled out the saber.

Clap!

The sound of the sword was like thunder, and the terrifying sword intent mixed with martial arts and blood was swung out, fiercely sweeping away the attacking weapons, and even leaving sword marks and blood on the bodies of several attacking heroes, causing them to retreat quickly with screams in pain.

But this knife slowed Ning Wushu down again.

In the blink of an eye, more people rushed over, and dozens of weapons flashing cold light swept towards her!

Ning Wushu's pupils shrank, but a smile appeared on his face. He lowered his hand holding the knife and exhaled lightly, as if he was preparing for a do-or-die battle.

At this moment, a silent and invisible thunder suddenly flashed in front of everyone.

"Ahhhh!" The heroes who rushed over covered their heads and fell to the ground screaming.

Ning Wushu's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Yuan Zhen not far away.

Yuan Zhen held the broadsword in his hand, exhaled gently, and said with a smile: "Time is short, I can't perform the complete form of Wuming Chuanmie..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ning Wushu immediately jumped up and continued to run: "Run!"

This scene was undoubtedly also reflected in the eyes of all the audiences and judges in reality.

“These people are amazing!”

The Jianghu people exclaimed: "With so many people gathered, even Monk Yuan Zhen doesn't dare to confront them head-on!"

"And that woman... didn't you realize that she's also very powerful?"

"Look at her, carrying a large bow and a knife, how come she looks the same as Fu Qingzhou?"

"I remember now! She is Ning Wushu! A general in the Northern Frontier Army!"

"Who is so powerful that he can gather so many people together? As long as these people don't quarrel among themselves, I'm afraid 80% of them can survive to the end."

This question also arose in the minds of the judges.

They all had their eyes slightly lit up, looking back and forth in the mirror above the big platform, trying to figure out who had accomplished such an amazing feat.

Jiang Baichuan understood and waved his sleeves.

The next moment, one of the mirrors suddenly became much larger, and the scene in it attracted everyone's attention.

"Don't chase me, you can't catch up."

It was a clear and pleasant female voice: "If we want to capture Ning Wushu and Yuan Zhen, we will have to lose a lot of manpower. It's not worth it. Regroup the team and go in another direction."

"No problem, Miss Qiu, everything is up to you." Someone responded.

Qiuchan!

The one who gathered a large number of people in a very short time was Qiu Chan.

She stood on a branch of a big tree, looking at the fleeing backs of Ning Wushu and Yuan Zhen from afar. She then lowered her head and looked at the men who had regrouped on her side, smiling slightly.

"The Wulin Alliance wants to elect a hundred outstanding candidates, but I want to gather a group of mediocre people and lead them to break through!"

"Willn't these so-called hidden talents become a joke by then? Hehe..."

Qiu Chan smiled slightly, lowered her head, and ordered loudly: "Those of you who were unable to fight with those two just now, each of you should choose an opponent to fight with. Don't let yourself be idle, otherwise when the strange beast comes, no one can save you."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the people around her: "You, come, fight me!"

In a blink of an eye, this group of people started to compete with each other in the dense forest, just like close friends, playing ping-pong and making a lot of noise.

"Can this still happen?!"

In reality, all the people in the world with different opinions were shocked.

On the judging platform, Master Jingming asked softly, "Is that Baihe's disciple?"

"Yes."

Zhao Hao waved his fan and said helplessly: "We did send a lot of invitations to Ziqi Xianfeng Temple, but it seems that only she came."

"If she uses the rules properly, no one can blame her." Song Jinyu, vice president of the Xingyun Chamber of Commerce, said calmly, "But if she does this, I'm afraid that many strong players will be eliminated by this large team in the end."

Jiang Baichuan stroked his short beard and said, "Don't worry, just wait and see."

As he spoke, he once again slowly turned his gaze towards the mirror that reflected Fu Qingzhou.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou was lying under a small cliff, with half of his head sticking out, watching the fight on the bank of a small river a few dozen steps below.

(End of this chapter)