Chapter Eighty-Seven: Setting up the stage, singing opera

  Where is Kong Zhong's real power? This question has been troubling almost everyone present.

  A cultivator who has advanced to the Virtual Realm at the age of twenty is beyond ordinary reason, so there's no choice but to explore with the most primitive method.

  At this point, the five masters exchanged a glance at the same time. They all looked at Ling Jia Shangren, who was smiling apologetically at this moment. They all nodded in unison.

  It's not good to lose face in front of one's superiors. Although he had put on a brave smile, the smile was still impossible to squeeze out.

  The abacus of good fortune was scattered, thoroughly scattered, and he had prepared so much. He thought it was already more than enough, but no one expected that such a monster would appear.

  This time, it's really Emei building a stage for Luofu to sing an opera.

  Look at that Lin Jia Shang Ren again, although it's also a faint smile on his face. However, his is a forced restraint of manic laughter, squeezed out into a faint smile. As for himself, he was forcing back an impulse to rage furiously, squeezing out a smile instead - this was simply one person in heaven and another underground.

  Take another look at Kong Zhen standing on the stage. He looks a bit bored. His fiery temper is not coming from the same place.

  "Since Lin Jia Shixiong said so, I have no doubts. But if Kong Zhan Shizhuan loses... then what about the engagement between my disciple and Fang Gongzhu?"

  The whole room fell silent as soon as he said this.

  Fang Yue'er's condition at the time was that Zhu Zi Fan could defeat Kong Zhan. But if they were to fight together, even if they won, Fang Yue'er would have an excuse to back out later. So before going on stage, he had to force this point home.

  Fang Yue'er slightly froze, completely ignoring the thousands of gazes cast upon her from atop the dragon platform. She slowly raised her head and shifted her gaze onto Kong Zhuo's body.

  "Fat boy, can you afford it?"

  Kong Zhan smiled, "Have you ever seen me unable to handle a situation?"

  The flames shone resplendently from Fang Yue's body, and the red silk danced around her like a spirit snake. The temperature of the entire dragon platform suddenly rose, as if it had turned into a huge steamer.

  "Then I won't be polite!" Fang Yue'er smiled. Her body rose into the air, and her red silk danced around her. The light gauze on her face fell away, revealing that unparalleled, peerless beauty.

  The dragon platform is one of them.

  Almost all cultivators held their breath. Looking at the illusory moon floating in mid-air, they were stunned for a moment.

  "This time, I won't hold back!"

  "None of you will hold back except me!" Kong Zhuang laughed, drew out his short sword, and the sword light suddenly became very strong.

  It seems that they received some kind of signal. After Kong Zhuo's short sword was unsheathed, the other nine third-generation disciples seemed to have received a signal and jumped up simultaneously, each occupying a position on the technique stage.

  "Boom!" The audience erupted into a commotion. This time, it was truly one against eleven.

  This is the real thing, this is the final big show of Longtai's skills. In comparison, yesterday's Mount Emei sect publicly asking for a marriage was just a slightly exciting prelude.

  The first to make a move was Huo and Shang, who did so with a hint of resentment. After all, he was the orthodox opponent of Kong Zhuan. However, this guy clearly didn't take himself seriously. Extremely arrogant, he waited until the other ten had taken the stage before making his own move.

  Fists like shooting stars. Its weight is like a mountain.

  Leiyin Temple Secret Fist: Breaking Mountain

  Kong Zhan smiled and his stout body was like a leaf drifting away with the wind. No, it was as if he had gone with the momentum.

  Huasheng's Broken Mountain Fist had reached a certain realm, and his punches didn't even produce the slightest wind sound. He concentrated all the destructive power and killing intent into one point at the center of his fist.

  But there is no wind, yet there is influence.

  Along with the unstoppable momentum of a fist to the ground. Kong Zhuang floated and then retreated. Behind him, the sword light flashed.

  "Right!"

  A crisp sound, Jingyue Pearl and the sword on his body collided. Then there was a dull hum. Wang Pu, a disciple of Wansheng Valley, retreated with a loud noise and fell directly off the stage.

  The old man's face moved slightly. He wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't open his mouth. Wang Pu got up from the ground, his face extremely pale, but his cheeks were flushed due to the severe blow causing blood to rush up. A red glow appeared on his face, and he couldn't go on stage again, retreating with a shameful expression.

  Eleven became ten, in fact it was two against one.

  The platform looks quite large at first glance. However, after ten people got on, it didn't feel spacious anymore.

  Excluding the one hit down by a pearl, there are eleven people on the platform.

  Nine sword lights flashed simultaneously, then disappeared at the same time.

  A large net. Silently spread out.

  The sword light was like a moth crashing into a spider web, struggling for two moments before disappearing.

  Three Congying pearls separated. Floating in mid-air formed a perfect triangular structure, and Kong Zhuo was the center of this triangle.

  "Excellent!" Ling Ga Shangren suddenly stood up from his seat, extremely pleased and shouted. This sound seemed to be involuntarily emitted, but in fact it was intentional, with the purpose of telling those few people how pleased he was.

  One should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well!

  Wonderful!

  Luofu and Wu Jian simultaneously burst out laughing. If they had only 50% confidence in Kong Yan before, now that confidence has increased to 80%.

  Kong Zhan set up a net. In the eyes of these old guys in Luofu, it's not a secret, the problem is that today he sets up a net which is greatly different from before.

  He used three Cong Yue pearls to suppress the entire gravity net, increasing the gravity level of the gravity net from hundreds of times its original strength to thousands of times. The three Cong Yue pearls continuously amplified the power of Kong Zhao's geomagnetic force, turning the entire arena into a giant pearl web. People on the stage found it difficult to move even an inch.

  The nine sword lights were extinguished by the net in an instant, and Kong Zhuo didn't even move his hand. The eleven people began to frantically respond to the extremely strange gravitational field that had formed around them.

  Kong Zhan's face wore a smile, situated at the center of the gravity web, wearing a grey cloth robe. Just like a huge grey spider waiting for its prey to come to it, perched in the middle of its web.

  In fact, prey has come to his door.

  With a sly smile, Kong Zhuo stretched out his right index finger. The tip of his finger flashed with electric sparks. Slowly, he moved forward to probe.

  Everyone gasped in shock, the electric flower seemed small. But it was purple. A purple electric flower. It spread along the gravity thread.

  "Fall back!"

  At last, Old Man Hsiao could no longer contain himself and stood up, shouting loudly.

  It's just that they can retreat. There are only two of them after all.

  Red light flashing, flames shooting in all directions.

  Fang Yue'er escaped Kong Zhuan's gravity net with the help of Fang Honglian, while Zhu Zifan broke through Kong Zhuan's net by relying on the Xianjian in his hand.

  When the sword light rose, several cries of surprise came from under the stage.

  "Flaming Crystal Sword!"