Feeding humans, she's serious

Chapter 33 "Praise him for having a good whip?"

The green hill was majestic, and several long pillars carved with runes suddenly appeared on the huge competition platform in the middle. After a while, a separate barrier was faintly separated.

Gu Fanyin propped her chin and sighed, and after confirming that she could pierce it at will, she looked at the list hanging beside her in peace.

Canglan Sect's big competition does not have too complicated rules. The list is based on the ranking of the strength of the disciples. In this big competition, opponents will be selected according to the number of the list. Under normal circumstances, there will not be too much difference in strength. big case.

After the list appeared, the disciples at the bottom started whispering to each other, big vs big, small vs small, everyone was discussing their possible opponents, some lamented, some cheered.

With good eyesight, Gu Fanyin saw Ning Zhi's ranking at a glance.

It is completely at the level of the tail of the crane.

As the person involved, Ning Zhi's expression sank the moment he saw the list.

Taking out a slender and sharp bone whip from the lumen bracelet, Ning Zhi lowered his head and glanced at the opponent he had drawn, just one glance, that condescending attitude made the man's already somewhat indignant emotions even more out of control.

"It's just a little boy," the disciple secretly sighed that he was unlucky. Seeing the looks of everyone around him eager to try, he couldn't get excited at all, so he murmured to himself: Fairy Sanskrit must have opened the back door for him. A good weapon...how could he beat it?

"I lost my fighting spirit before it started," Gu Fanyin also keenly locked on to that person, and shook his head after looking at it for a while, with some hard-to-disguise disappointment.

What the devil admires is always a person who is evenly matched.

After everyone got their opponents, the originally huge competition platform on the field began to slowly split into six pieces, from tall to short, each with the same barrier.

Due to ranking reasons, Ning Zhi got the shortest No. [-] competition platform at the beginning.

"Tch," Ning Zhi, who had no interest in sweeping rookies, kneaded the charm he touched from the air into a ball.

Gu Fanyin smiled, and unabashedly spoke directly to appease him: "Isn't it nice to be able to win without any effort?"

"For you, there is only No.1."

Gu Fanyin never lowered his tone to consider others when he spoke. Lin Zong's eyebrows jumped when he heard the same words. As expected, some disciples lowered their heads and started whispering.

Sovereign Lin decided to abandon all the complicated parts in front and directly open the competition platform.

"Cultivators, see the real chapter on the stage."

The suzerain with a serious face raised his hand after declaring these words, and the barrier that originally covered the entire arena slowly dissipated, silently waiting for those who came forward to challenge.

The other elders didn't intend to speak at this time, they just sat upright slowly, their eyes fixed on the highest table.

Ning Zhi scanned around, and the highest cultivation level of the disciples below was only Nascent Soul, but there were only a few of them, and Lin Zong's disciples accounted for two-thirds.

Now that the first round has not officially started, Ning Zhi is not in a hurry, and waits for his opponent to walk up slowly, then Shi Shiran lifts the whip, and flies off the stage with a light step.

Gu Fanyin always paid attention to Ning Zhi's clothing, even if it was just a light blue robe, when it fell in the sun, it would emit a faint fluorescence.

It set off the already slender young man even more sacred.

What's more, he was holding a bone whip that looked fierce at first glance.

He was not at the same level as the somewhat cramped disciples standing on the stage, and even vaguely gave people the illusion of being a noble son and an attendant.

After such a stark contrast, the disciple who had a bad complexion clenched the sword in his hand even more tightly, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was constantly spit out like black mud, crushing his reason.

Why did he meet Ning Zhi...

If it wasn't for Ning Zhi, he would obviously have a chance to be seen by others...!
The resentment in his eyes couldn't be hidden, Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, and the raised whip mercilessly split the bricks and stones under his feet.

"Are you feeling that fate is unfair?" When Ning Zhi said this, there was still a strange sense of novelty in his heart, and he didn't know why, but he always had the illusion that Feng Shui took turns...

The disciple on the opposite side pressed his lips and did not speak. He did not dare to offend Gu Fanyin on the stage, so he just lowered his head and remained silent on this question.

"Shu Jiu of the Canglan Sect, please enlighten me, Mr. Ning!"

Shu Jiu drew out the sword in his hand, and bit down on a few words. Ning Zhi's face remained unchanged, but the corners of his lips slanted, and he swept across him casually: "Since you said so..."

"Then let me teach you a lesson."

"Zheng-"

The sound of weapons meeting quickly sounded. It stands to reason that the long whip is not so dexterous against the sword, and Ning Zhi's own aura does not have the slightest advantage, but even in this situation, the long whip in Ning Zhi's hand is still like As if consciously, he directly predicted the position where the long sword would reach, and then twisted it skillfully—only a crisp sound was heard, and the sword that broke the wind just now was quickly split into several pieces by the completely unreasonable bone whip!
The fragments fell on the stage, and there was no possibility of repairing it again.

"My sword—" the disciple exclaimed, staring at the fragmented long sword on the ground, he didn't even realize that the whip was in front of him.

"Bang!" The absent-minded disciple flew upside down by the whip, smashed hard on the pillar, and vomited several mouthfuls of blood before landing.

"Stop—" The person who had been guarding by the side quickly stopped, and after opening the barrier, carefully helped him out, looking at Ning Zhi with a more complicated expression.

All the people watching the battle could clearly see that Ning Zhi didn't even have the most basic spiritual power.

This whip... seems to be able to crush anything easily, and it is already so powerful that it completely exceeds the specification.

"Sect Master, this..." The elder who noticed all this hesitated to speak and looked at Gu Fanyin who was applauding earnestly, wanting to stop him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Lin Zong saw what he was thinking, and directly refused: "There is no restriction on weapons in the previous regulations."

No one has ever used such a cheating weapon!
The elder was a little crazy, and just about to struggle to say something, he met Gu Fanyin's half-smile look.

"I hope you all know that when you compete with others, you will not use your bare hands."

Gu Fanyin's expression was flat, and he deliberately raised his hand: "Don't you praise the winner?"

What are you boasting about?Praise him for having a fine whip? !

"Ning Zhi," Gu Fanyin ignored the gloomy elder, and waved to the young man who was watching other people's battlefield with his chest folded. "You did a good job."

Ning Zhi glanced at her and skillfully chose to ignore her.

He is not interested in this kind of competition, and he is even less curious about his next opponent. Anyway, to him, it is just the difference between one whip and two whips.

The silent young man leaned against the tree, a feeling of incompatibility with these people directly separated the two, dividing them into two completely dissimilar ends.

This weak feeling of repulsion was not broken until Gu Fanyin came to him.

Seeing the name behind Ning Zhi, Gu Fanyin put his arms around the boy's waist, and slowly moved him towards the opposite side, with a strange smile in his voice:

"Ning Zhi, look up."

"There's a surprise~"

(End of this chapter)