Chapter 790 Martial Arts Performances of Various Sects (Part 2)

The lights flickered in the cave, and bursts of hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.

Lu Jing pointed to a thin, sharp-eyed middle-aged man in linen clothes and said:

"This is Master Jianhong, who is superb at turning sword energy into rainbows, and we are close friends."

Bai Yu hurriedly stepped forward to salute:

"Junior Bai Yu, meet Master Jianhong."

Lu Jing said to Master Jianhong:

"This kid learned alchemy from me, and now he is an eighth-level immortal alchemist, and he can try the ninth level."

"If Old Lu is not around in the future, you can find him if you have any problems."

Master Jianhong praised repeatedly:

"Young people are formidable, young people are formidable."

The two sat opposite each other and chatted.

Bai Yu followed the etiquette of a disciple and stood behind Lu Jing.

Lu Jing said with emotion:

"Hongzi, do you still remember that we traveled around Tianyuan together back then?"

Master Jianhong:

"That can't be forgotten."

Lu Jing: "In a blink of an eye, seven or eight thousand years have passed."

Master Jianhong:

"That's right."

"Do you remember that time? The four of us ran into the Ghost King's Palace."

"Tell me about it."

Lu Jing said in a leisurely voice:

"At that time, our cultivation was not high, and we were trapped in the Ghost King's Palace, with nowhere to absorb spiritual energy."

"The pills were almost used up, and in the end there was only a bottle of pills left in my hand. A Jinyang Pill was divided into four petals, and the four of us shared it."

Master Jianhong:

"Wow, that impression is too deep."

Lu Jing sighed:

"Think about when we were young, we were really poor. Fortunately, after thousands of years of hard work, we finally-"

Master Jianhong:

"Hey, guess what? We are not young anymore."

Bai Yu almost laughed out loud when he heard it.

The two of them were talking and praising each other, just like a crosstalk.

They chatted for a long time, and when they were moved, they were full of emotion.

At the end, Lu Jing took out a treasure bag from his arms, and solemnly took out a pill bottle and handed it to Master Jianhong.

"Hongzi, my corpse-driving sect is declining. Every time the sects perform martial arts, Feihu Mountain is getting tighter and tighter."

"If there is a change this time, you must help me."

Master Jianhong held the pill bottle, checked it repeatedly, and rarely spoke normally:

"Old Lu, are you sure you want to use this favor?"

Lu Jing sighed:

"Time is running out, I suspect Feihu Mountain will take advantage of the situation."

Master Jianhong put away the pill bottle:

"Since you have decided, just rest assured, I Jianhong will definitely help you."

Lu Jing nodded, chatted for a few more words, and then got up to say goodbye.

Then, he took Bai Yu to the Fire Ghost King in the Ghost Cave.

He visited several caves in a row overnight and met several friends.

It must be said that Lu Jing is also a strange man with a wide range of friends. .

He is generous, but also stubborn and very concerned about face.

Sometimes, for the sake of face, he would help people out of his own pocket, which made it easy for him to make friends with people.

Even the vaguely hostile sects such as Bixiao Valley and Xingchen Palace have his close friends.

Moreover, he has a treasure bag filled with tokens, which are all favors owed to him by Jianhong Zhenren and others.

Anyway, that night, Bai Yu saw with his own eyes that Lu Jing used up five favors.

But he was secretly alert in his heart. It seems that the situation of the corpse-driving sect is more difficult than expected.

Otherwise, Lu Jing would not have used up these favors in a hurry.

And he also took Bai Yu out, most likely to show his potential and win over relationships.

…

While Lu Jing was running around and visiting friends, Feihu Mountain was also planning intensively.

In a secret room, the lights were dim.

Hongniang, the third in command of Feihu Mountain, looked at the two earthly immortals of Chiyan Sect with charming eyes and said:

"Daoyou Yankongzi, little brother Qin Yan, for this martial arts performance, please cooperate with Feihu Mountain and get the corpse-driving sect out of the list."

"When the time comes, the territory vacated by the corpse-driving sect will be divided equally between you and me."

Yankongzi was a middle-aged man with red hair, and he responded in a muffled voice:

"Da Naihong, isn't this a bit too hasty?"

Hongniang stretched out her red tongue and licked her lips Lip:

"Don't worry. The previous martial arts performances have greatly reduced the sphere of influence of the Corpse Driving Sect. This is a good opportunity to eradicate them."

"Our Boss Yan has just acquired a batch of killer maces to deal with the Corpse Driving Sect."

On the other side, Qin Yan's eyes swept across Hongniang's charming face and fell on the white part of her chest:

"Fellow Daoist Hongniang, what is the killer mace? Can you open our eyes?"

Hongniang felt Qin Yan's gaze, but she was not shy. Instead, she deliberately straightened her body.

Her slender jade fingers painted with nail polish slid across the back of Qin Yan's hand, and she smiled:

"Little brother, don't be so impatient, you will get the benefit."

"This time, Boss Yan has already negotiated with Bixiao Valley and Xingchen Palace, and Shuiyue Sect is almost the same."

"As long as we work hard and put the ranking of the Corpse Driving Sect to the lowest, far below the second to last, the other sects can take the opportunity to attack and remove the Corpse Driving Sect from the eight sects."

"Of course, the main force is still our two sects."

Qin Yan laughed strangely:

"Then let me see Hongniang's trump card first, whether it is powerful enough."

Hongniang chuckled:

"Little brother will go back to the cave with sister later, and let you check the goods slowly."

Yan Kongzi's face changed slightly, and he stepped on Qin Yan secretly.

Qin Yan suddenly remembered a rumor and said hurriedly:

"Before coming here, the ancestor of the family ordered that our two families should advance and retreat together, so there is no need to inspect the goods."

Hongniang covered her mouth and laughed:

"In this case, I'll leave it to you two."

...

This night was not peaceful. Under the undercurrent, it finally came to the second day.

When the sun was high in the sky, the martial arts performance of various sects officially began!

Bai Yu mixed in the crowd and arrived at a square under the leadership of Feng Changmei.

In the center of the square, an altar had already been erected.

The heads or elders of the eight sects came on stage to sign the petition and swear an oath to heaven.

The Shuiyue Sect and Bixiao Valley, who were on duty, reiterated the rules of the martial arts performance.

The ranking of the martial arts performance will determine the seats of the sects, divide the peripheral spheres of influence, and divide the spiritual veins and minerals.

All participants in the martial arts performance will only be ranked, not for the purpose of taking lives.

The so-called friendship first, competition second - of course, it's all bullshit.

Once you start fighting, casualties are inevitable.

By the time the leaders of several sects finished offering sacrifices to the heaven, it was already afternoon.

Then, Shuiyue Sect and Bixiao Valley joined forces to offer a Bagua Roulette.

Disciples from each sect stepped forward and took turns to draw numbers for the battle.

There were 1,024 people in total, fighting against each other in pairs, and a total of ten rounds of martial arts performances were held.

The first five rounds only determined the winner, and the last five rounds were used to rank the players.

Bai Yu mixed in the crowd and quietly memorized all the rules in his mind.

After receiving the number, Li Debiao asked excitedly:

"Lao Bai, what's your number? I drew number 2, and it seems that I will be able to play soon tomorrow."

Bai Yu smiled and said:

"I'm number 98, which is also quite high."

Several acquaintances asked around, Liu Yiyi was number 954, Wang Bohai was number 117, and Liu Xin was number 652.

"Come on, everyone, we will win tomorrow!"

"We will win!"

"Show the prestige of our corpse-driving sect!"

This day passed like this again.

It was not until the third day that the martial arts performance officially began.

There were sixteen battlefields in total, and sixteen martial arts performances were held at the same time.

"Field A, No. 1 Flying Tiger Mountain Drunken Monk, versus No. 2 Corpse Driving Sect Li Debiao."