Chapter 61: Mysterious Mountain Arena Tournament (7)

  Director Wang Shou-dao squeezed over at some point, and Wang Wan-xuan was excitedly jumping up and down. Catching sight of Director Wang out of the corner of her eye, she raised an eyebrow and hastily asked:

  "Headmaster, did you see the previous fight of Burning Blade? He defeated the young master of the Qin family. Do you think he has a chance to win the championship?"

  Shan Lang and others also looked at Wang Shou Dao with fiery eyes.

  Wang Shou Dao smiled and nodded, sighing: "That child, Ran Jian, is a bit strange. Where did he learn all those things? But judging from the current situation, if he's lucky, he should have an 80% chance of snatching the championship."

  Wang Wanyue asked in confusion: "What is good luck? What does it mean to have good luck?"

  Wang Shou Dao smiled and shook his head: "I didn't expect that Burning Blade would have such strength, now it seems that even if he fights against someone with sixfold strength of Jingyuan, it will be a tough battle... how come I haven't noticed such dazzling strength before..."

  Wang Wanxuan quietly replied: "Ran Jianjia's family fell, and some days ago he went somewhere unknown, missing for many days."

  Wang Shou Dao nodded and continued, "What I just said about luck refers to the fact that if there isn't someone with a cultivation level above the sixth stage of the Essence Spirit Realm going up to challenge him, Feng Knife Guard has a good chance. What I'm afraid of is that he'll attract even stronger people here."

  Wang Wanyue nodded silently, knowing that the head teacher's worries were not unreasonable.

  Li Rengdao stood on the stage, the mountain wind blowing his clothes fluttering, Li Rengdao knew that his task was not yet completed, until no one dared to come up and challenge him again, only then would he be considered successful in seizing this champion.

  Looked down at the stage and shouted loudly:

  "Is there anyone else who would like to come up and enlighten me?"

  The arena was silent, and after seeing Li Fung's skills, no one dared to come up again. Wang Wanxuan looked around and saw the hesitant expressions of the crowd, a smile spread across her face as she whispered: "Head Coach, no one has gone up, no one dares to challenge Fung Dao."

  The Grand Master Wang Shou Dao also nodded with a smile of satisfaction.

  If Li Ruo Knife really succeeds in getting a quota to enter the Xuanji Sect, then Wang Heji will make a big name for himself. As the head teacher of Wangheji Mountain Institute, he will be famous far and near in the surrounding villages.

  Just then, a hoarse and eager shout was heard from afar:

  "Hey brother, wait, wait for me, I'm coming..."

  "Huh?"

  The crowd was shocked and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a tall and thin boy with a long sword on his back, hastily jumping down from a distant stage, excitedly squeezing through the crowd, and rushing towards Li Fenger's stage.

  "What? This is also okay......"

  The mountain wolf's eyes widened, feeling that the scene in front of him was too bizarre. The opponent was clearly a master of the arena, yet he voluntarily gave up his position as the master and jumped down to challenge Li Fenger, was this person crazy or just stuffed?

  The mountain wolf is really at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

  As that person squeezed over here, the crowd suddenly erupted in a hubbub of discussion, pointing fingers at him and Li Ran on the stage.

  "Look quickly, this time there's really a good show to see."

  "Yes, this gust of wind is indeed the power of Jingyuan's seven-layered skill. In the past two days, he only fought two battles and no one dared to step onto his stage again."

  "It's not, is it? Feng Zhenzi's skills are exceptionally high, and his swordsmanship is too strong. I watched those two matches of his, and with just a few strokes, he forced his opponents to be completely unable to defend themselves. That flash of sword light still leaves me feeling shocked."

  "Feng Zhenzi has such power, why doesn't he just stay on the stage? What is he doing here?"

  "Shh, keep your voice down, you don't know this, but I heard that this Wind Array is a sword fanatic. Haven't you seen him itching for a fight on the stage these past two days?"

  "Are there still people like this?"

  Feng Zhenzi squeezed through the crowd with a whoosh, his toes tapping on the ground as he swiftly ascended to the stage. With a smile all over his face, he looked at Li Ruo and beckoned: "Brother, I've come to support your show."

  Li Ran's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Is there really someone like this cheering us on?" He slightly furrowed his brow and asked calmly, "Aren't you also a host? What's the point of this?"

  Feng Zhenzi rubbed his hands with great dissatisfaction and said, "Don't mention it, my master's arena has no one coming to challenge, these two days have been suffocating me. Just now I saw your few swords are really brilliant, my hands were itching badly, can't help but run over, brother, let's fight a match, if we don't feel satisfied, we won't leave."

  Upon hearing this, Wang Wenyuan stomped her foot in anger and hummed loudly: "Madman, I've encountered a complete madman."

  Feng Zhenzi stood on the stage, his face full of excitement and asked: "Brother, are you going to fight or not?"

  The people watching from below, no matter how big the deal was, were shouting in unison: "Hit, hit, hit..."

  Li Ran Dao turned his head to look down at the stage, suddenly smiled and nodded slightly: "Good, let's have a match, otherwise others will think I'm afraid of you."

  "Good!"

  Feng Zhenzi was overjoyed and with a whooshing sound, he drew his long sword into his palm.

  The Grand Master Wang Shou Dao secretly furrowed his brow.

  This wind array he recognized, was the son of the head teacher of Lin Feng City's Shan Yuan, and also a genius known for his time, although not as good as Qin Feng Chuan, but in today's competition, it was certain that he would contend for a place.

  Wang Shou Dao muttered to himself: "Should I go up and call down Feng Zhenzi? After all, I'm his uncle's generation, this kid is sword-crazy, but he should still give me some face."

  But then he thought again and involuntarily shook his head.

  Linfeng City is the superior mountain city of Shanheji, and Linfeng City Shanyuan directly governs Wangheji Shanyuan. Feng Zhenzi's father was the direct superior of Wang Shoudao.

  King Shou Dao summoned Qin Feng Chuan back before the match, which made Qin Feng Chuan's father extremely unhappy. In the future, he will not hesitate to show his displeasure to King Shou Dao. However, thinking of the glory that Qin Feng Chuan brought him, King Shou Dao ignored those things.

  But Li Ranno is different, after all, the glory that Li Ranno can bring him is far from comparable to Qin Fengchuan.

  Wang Shou let out a sigh in his heart: "Let Feng Zhenzi that kid make trouble, if he goes up to stop him now, his father will know and get even angrier. It's better to let Rong Jian lose this time, it's absolutely not the right time to offend his superiors again."

  "Brother, my sword is here!" Fengzi shouted loudly.

  The shout had barely fallen when a whirring sound of breaking wind arose, and the long sword transformed into three swords in an instant. Three again became nine, and countless spiritual swords crisscrossed in mid-air, filling the air with sword shadows. The hissing sounds made people's hairs stand on end, and those with slightly lower strength were even dazed and confused, feeling extremely irritable in their hearts.

  The pent-up energy of the wind has been accumulating for a long time, and with one sword, the momentum is astonishing.

  Li Ran saw the Wind Array Sword Technique, and suddenly his heart moved, a sword stabbed out, one move of Long Hong Quan Ri, which was actually one of the most ordinary five-style basic sword classics.

  Nearby mountain city, which one doesn't practice, these five basic sword classics even children know.

  A long sword sweeps through the air, stabbing into the wind array's sword circle with great speed and agility. With a swift and fierce gust of wind, it breaks through the defense and invades the inner palace.

  "Huh?"

  Feng Zhenzi was greatly shocked and involuntarily took a step back.

  Li Ranno's sword style was majestic and powerful, with a grandeur that was unmatched. The force of his sword was both strong and gentle, a perfect balance of yin and yang. It was the ultimate realm of swordsmanship that every master hoped to achieve in their lifetime, yet it was revealed without hesitation in this most ordinary move. Among the people standing below the stage, who wasn't a genius surpassing their peers? Who didn't have extensive knowledge? The essence of the basic sword classics was well-known to all, and when Li Ranno's sword struck out, everyone couldn't help but cheer!

  Wang Shou Dao was even more shocked and suddenly realized that he had made a mistake: could it be that this Li Fenger actually had the strength to fight on the same stage as Fengyinzi?

  Feng Zhenzi was a master of the Seven Layers of Energy, a renowned swordsman with unparalleled skills. His swordsmanship was flawless and unmatched. In this year's Xuanji Mountain disciple selection, he was definitely one of the top ten contenders. If Li Ruo could really emerge unscathed from a battle against Feng Zhenzi, then he had greatly underestimated Li Ruo's abilities.

  Wang Shou's heart felt an uncontrollable sense of relief and he looked up at the stage.

  Feng Zhenzi took a step back, and his face suddenly revealed an expression of wild joy. He knew that to be able to infuse the essence of swordsmanship into ordinary moves, and bring out the true spirit of the sword, was truly a master who had deeply grasped the inner mysteries. This battle was really worth fighting.

  Feng Zhenzi couldn't be bothered to speak and with a long sword in hand, he continued to charge forward.

  Li Ran took another step forward, his front knee slightly bent, his long sword swift and fierce as the wind, perfectly coordinated with his body technique, and thrust out a single sword.

  It was another style of the Basic Sword Classic - Bow Step Slashing Sword. The sword's power forced the wind array to retreat a step, and Li Ran's third sword stabbed out again, extremely fast and sharp.

  These two swords are as exquisite and wonderful as the first sword, it's really hard to distinguish which move is more excellent. The audience below watched with their eyes wide open and dizzy, and suddenly they shouted in unison again.

  Two people on stage fiercely fought in a tumble.