Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 32 Luck is against the sky
"The Spiritual Master must have appeared to support the Seven Clans Martial Competition!"

At this time, a disciple shouted.

In a short time, the atmosphere in the square became more lively.

Zeng Shushu stood beside Zhang Xiaofan and said:
"Spirit Master stays under the pond all year round without revealing his whereabouts. I don't think it's possible for him to show up to cheer for the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition."

Having said that, Zeng Shushu looked at Zhang Xiaofan and asked:
"Why do you think Ling Zun appeared?"

Zhang Xiaofan pointed at himself and said truthfully:
"I think Ling Zun appeared because of me."

Zeng Shushu: “…”

Zeng Shushu was stunned, gave Zhang Xiaofan a thumbs up, and said:

"Junior Brother Zhang, you are even more narcissistic than I am!"

Zhang Xiaofan spread his hands and said helplessly:
"Alas, no one believes the truth these days. It seems I have to tell lies because ghosts love to hear lies."

For these disciples, the appearance of Ling Zun was much more impressive than the sword sacrifice ceremony of the eight disciples at Tongtian Peak.

The square was so lively and bustling that it was instantly boiling.

At this time, Master Cangsong looked at the noisy scene below, poured his magic power into his throat, and a rumbling voice rang out:
"Everyone, be quiet!"

In order to break through the Taiqing realm, Taoist Master Daoxuan secluded himself for many years and did not ask about the affairs of Qingyun. He handed over all the affairs of Qingyun to Cangsong to manage.

Coupled with the profound cultivation of Master Cangsong, Cangsong's majesty is extremely profound.

With this sound, the huge square suddenly became quiet.

It’s no wonder that Cangsong has a strong physique and a dignified face, which makes him look intimidating without even being angry.

Cangsong nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"In order to encourage the disciples to work hard and strive for excellence, this time the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition has set up a special prize for the first place, which is the Six Harmonies Realm."

As Cangsong spoke, an ancient mirror shining with golden light appeared in his hand.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the mirror and shook his hands. The mirror was already in his pocket.

Zeng Shushu next to him said:

"The Liuhe Mirror is a magical weapon left behind by our Qingyun Sect's tenth-generation ancestor Wu Fangzi. It is extremely powerful. As long as the spiritual power is strong enough, it can reflect all attacks and make you invincible."

"It's just that the Liuhe Realm is only a defensive magic weapon and cannot attack."

Speaking of this, Zeng Shushu smiled and said:

"Guess who will end up with this extremely powerful Liuhe Mirror."

"Ahem!" Zhang Xiaofan coughed lightly and said calmly, "Actually, it's still mine in the end."

Zeng Shushu: “…”

Zeng Shushu gave Zhang Xiaofan a thumbs up and said:

"I've seen people bragging, but I've never seen anyone bragging like you."

"In this Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, the eldest senior brother Qi Hao from Longshou Peak is the hot candidate for the championship. He was the second in the last Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition. Xiao Yicai from Tongtian Peak did not participate this time due to some matters. It is no surprise that he will be the first place. Even I, a genius by nature, know that I am no match for him."

Zhang Xiaofan patted Zeng Shushu on the shoulder and said:
"If you say there won't be any accidents, then there will be some accidents. So, the Liuhe Mirror is definitely mine."

He now has the cultivation level of Shangqing Realm, and he is the strongest among thousands of disciples.

Even if he retained Shangqing Realm, his biggest trump card, used the ninth level of Yuqing Realm's cultivation, and learned all the skills from Wan Jianyi, he would still have no rivals.

Therefore, he was determined to obtain the Liuhe Mirror.

Zeng Shushu had also heard about Zhang Xiaofan, a man of extraordinary talent and genius.

Unfortunately, God is jealous of talented people. Two years ago, he became possessed by evil spirits, and his condition became so serious that he needed the help of the master.

With such a serious case of possessedness, being able to keep one's life is already a blessing. One's cultivation level will definitely be greatly reduced, and there may not even be an inch of progress in the future.

Now seeing Zhang Xiaofan's confident look, an idea flashed through Zeng Shushu's mind:
Could it be that the other party's cultivation level did not drop drastically after he became possessed by the devil, but instead improved greatly? Otherwise, why was he so confident? On the high platform, a disciple came to Taoist Master Daoxuan with a receiving plate, on which were 63 paper balls.

Then, Master Cangsong announced that in order to ensure fairness in this competition, the 64 disciples would decide by drawing lots themselves.

"One against sixty-four, two against sixty-three..."

"Now, start drawing lots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Cangsong waved his hand, and the sixty-four paper robes on the plate flew into the air.

The next moment, more than sixty disciples leaped up and grabbed the paper ball in the air.

Since there were only eight candidates from Dazhu Peak, there were only sixty-three disciples in total participating in the competition.

Zhang Xiaofan was not in a hurry to catch them. In his opinion, he would definitely be the first one in the end, so it didn't matter who he caught.

So, after the sixty-two disciples had caught all the paper, only paper balls were left in the air, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan simply picked it up.

Cangsong on the high platform saw that everyone had grabbed the paper ball, so he said:
"Who is number one? Please inform me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sixty-two disciples opened their paper balls and found that none of them had caught number one.

At the same time, everyone envied the person who got number one, because there were only sixty-three people, one against sixty-four, so the person who drew number one did not need to compete in the first game and could directly advance to the top thirty-two.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan found that no one reported number one, so he was confused.

In the original book, the original person drew number one. Now, could it be that I have also drawn number one?

So, Zhang Xiaofan opened the paper ball, and the next moment his eyes fixed.

"Fuck, what kind of luck is this, it's really number one!"

Zhang Xiaofan muttered something, and the sixty-two disciples around him heard it and cast envious and jealous looks at him.

Seeing this, Cangsong Zhenren secretly thought that Zhang Xiaofan was really lucky, so he said:

"Because there is no number 64, Zhang Xiaofan will go directly to the second round."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone put Zhang Xiaofan's name on a round plate, indicating that he had entered the second round.

Tian Buyi saw this scene and stroked his beard with a smile.

Seeing this, Shuiyue Zhenren next to him looked at Tian Buyi and said:
"Junior Brother Tian, your beloved disciple Zhang Xiaofan is really lucky. He is blessed by God."

Tian Buyi heard this and smiled, "I also think he is really lucky, but with his strength, it doesn't matter whether he catches number one or not."

"Oh?" Master Shuiyue thought of something and asked:

"Could it be that after Zhang Xiaofan became possessed, his cultivation did not decline drastically, but improved greatly instead?"

Tian Buyi stroked his black beard and said:
"Anyway, my Xiaofan is determined to win this championship."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Shuiyue Zhenren was surprised, her body trembled, and the huge evil also trembled. Then she calmed down and said:

"Really? I don't think so. My beloved disciple Lu Xueqi has made great progress in the past two years and has already broken through to the ninth level of Yuqing."

"I think the champion this time must be my beloved disciple Lu Xueqi?"

Tian Buyi was also surprised when he heard this, and looked at Lu Xueqi among the sixty-three disciples.

Then he said:

"It seems that the champion this time should be between Lu Xueqi and Xiaofan."

Hearing this, Cangsong frowned and said:

"Junior brother, junior sister, you seem to have forgotten my eldest disciple Qi Hao?"

(End of this chapter)