Chapter 77 The Twelve Strong Ones

  Using a baby to hit someone is actually a very despicable behavior in Kong Yan's opinion.

  In the world of cultivation, this kind of behavior of using treasures to attack people is very common and belongs to normal behavior. Being defeated by the opponent's magic treasure, no matter who it is, can only be convinced and acknowledged.

  Chen Hao was knocked down by Kong Zhuo, but he didn't suffer any injuries. Recalling the various events during their exchange, Chen knew that Kong had spared him, so he also politely bowed his fist to Kong, who had just landed on the stage and put away the Qing Yue Pearl.

  Kong Zhan also smiled and returned a courtesy, then stepped down from the stage.

  The following matches were still exciting, but the number of people was getting smaller and smaller. Kong Zhuo eliminated Chen Hao from Wansheng Valley, while Zhu Zifan defeated Kong Zhuo's senior brother Chang Yue. The loser Chang Yue was a bit downhearted, and when he stepped down, although there was some smile on his face, it seemed somewhat forced.

  Kong Zhuan also witnessed Zhu Zifan's strength for the first time, and Chang Yue's attainments on Taohuaxuan Sword were already very deep. However, he was still easily defeated, surpassing Chang Yue by more than one move in both cultivation and swordsmanship.

  Looking at his relaxed appearance, it's clear that he is holding something back.

  As he watched Zhu Zifan come down from the stage with an incomparably elegant figure, Kong Zhuan secretly sneered.

  "Damn it, the toad wants to eat swan meat and is plotting against my wife. Doesn't he dare to take a piss and see what kind of stuff he's made of? How infuriating! I'm holding back for now, but when the time comes, I'll beat him up so badly that his mother won't recognize him, or else I'll change my surname to his!" Although he was a cultivator, he was still a man after all, and when faced with such a situation, it was natural to have some thoughts, and there were quite a few of them.

  Next, it was Fang Yue'er's turn to take the stage. Her opponent was Xuanzi Ge, another third-generation disciple of Emei. Xuanzi Ge's skills were not weak, but she was no match for Fang Yue'er, who had fought Kong Zhao twice.

  Fang Yue'er was purely relying on her cultivation to suppress others in the competition, and the bright green Qinglian aura was so overwhelming that it left Xuanzi gasping for breath, ultimately forcing him to discard his sword and admit defeat.

  Luofu suffered another defeat, and Qi Xuan also lost, losing to Huo Heshang of the Small Thunder Sound Temple.

  In the end of the afternoon, among the six major sects, except for Luo Fu, two people from each sect advanced. However, the last one to advance was not a third-generation disciple of the six major sects, but rather Liu Chun from the Liu Lin family.

  Willow Spring

  The name is a bit tacky, but it's solid and reliable, not one bit inferior to the third-generation disciples of the Six Great Sects. He defeated Luohu of the Kunlun Sect and became the only non-Six Great Sects' third-generation disciple among the last twelve people.

  It's just that, and it can't go any further!

  As a small family outside the six major sects, this time, the Liu Lin family has made a big splash. The five major sects have been surpassed by them and they have obtained an immortal apricot. Now, Liu Chun has squeezed into the final twelve strong.

  But that's all there is to it!

  "Unexpectedly, the third generation disciples of the six major sects have actually become so powerful!" In the Liu Lin family, an elderly man with a refined face flashed a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

  Compared to the Xianxu meeting a hundred years ago, this time, the third-generation disciples showed even stronger strength, strong enough to make him feel chilled to the bone. Zhu Zifan, Fang Yue'er, Huo Heshang, and that fat man named Kong Zhuo, the strength they showed in front of everyone this time was far beyond his expectations.

  "Uncle, do you think Eldest Brother still has a chance?"

  "No!" said the old man, "Next, let's see the disciples of these six major sects compete!"

  "Mount Emei Sect, shouldn't they win?"

  "That's not necessarily true!" said the old man. "Among these eleven people, most of them are still holding back their strength, and those who have already revealed their true abilities are not many!"

  The green-shirted girl listened, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. She shifted her gaze to the Emei Sect's bamboo umbrella, lightly sweeping a glance at Zhu Zifan, who had just stepped down from the stage, with a soft color flashing in her eyes.

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  Dark clouds filled the sky, and it rained a little last night.

  Now, the entire Mount Emei is immersed in a moist atmosphere.

  In the air, a faint mist floated about, seemingly there and yet not there.

  In the western courtyard, several old plum trees stand scattered, with unknown years of age, their flower buds slightly open, as if opening and closing, with dew collected on the leaves at night, forming crystal clear water droplets, hanging from the leaf tips, really beautiful.

  In the middle of the courtyard is a sky well, and at some point a small table and several stools were moved in.

  Luofu Wujian, one of the fallen sat at the table, while among all the third-generation disciples, only Chang Yue was attending by his side, and everyone else had gone out.

  It's only natural, this is a very ordinary thing. Emei is a beautiful place under the sky, and it's not easy to come here once. As the host of the Emei sect, they naturally need to organize activities. And for such a reception activity, Emei also let the third-generation disciples take charge. The old guys have their own things to do and won't accompany the kids to play house.

  In fact, this kind of accompanying play, accompanying food and accompanying chat is also a good opportunity for exchanges between various factions. It has increased a platform for exchange and familiarity among the three generations of disciples from all walks of life. On stage, they are opponents, but off stage, they are friends. The so-called feelings are exchanged in this situation.

  Of course, for this kind of exchange activity that lasts for several days among the third-generation disciples, you can't expect all the third-generation disciples to participate, nor can you expect everyone to be able to attend the whole event. Like today, Chang Yue stayed behind.

  He had just lost a game and was really in no mood for sightseeing, while the other three junior disciples all went.

  "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in the world of martial arts, you don't need to take it too much to heart!" Ling Jia Shangren didn't even lift his head, but seemed to know Chang Yue's emotions, "When I was young, I also lost, more than once. At that year's Xian Xu conference, I didn't even make the top 50, haha, thinking about it now, it's still quite embarrassing!"

  "Yes!" Chang Yue slightly bowed his head, but the frost on his face still hadn't melted, "But this time, it's actually embarrassing for Master!"

  Indeed, it's quite embarrassing. The eldest brother of the three generations of Luofu disciples, the number one person, lost so decisively. On the one hand, it shows that Zhu Zifan's strength is indeed very strong, but on the other hand, it also reveals that his cultivation still has shortcomings.

  "You don't have to blame yourself!" Ling Jia Shangren said, "Zhu Zifan's strength is indeed very strong, and he is also one of the three disciples who are most likely to win the Xian Xing this time. Losing to him doesn't make you lose face!"

  However, it's a different story when there are twelve people, with two from each faction, but only one of us. That's indeed a bit embarrassing in terms of face!

  "So we have to win back this face! Ling Jia Shangren seemed not to be too concerned about the elimination of Chang Yue and Qi Xuan, "No matter how many other sects there are, there can only be one final winner, who do you think it will be?"

  "Kǒng Zhuó!" Li Yuán Huà said without thinking, "However, Shī Xiōng, winning is one thing, but saving face is another matter altogether!"

  "Take back the sacred apricot, and this face will naturally return!" Ling Ga Shangren said, "Moreover, this time, Emei is destined to lose a master, what are we afraid of?"