Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 236 Sequence
Zhang Zongyuan's strength returned to his body, and the coldness on his neck announced the end of everything. He still looked at the young man in confusion.

He was still far from being defeated. Although he had some minor injuries, none of them really hurt his bones. He still had a lot of energy left, and his body was far from tired. He even had many prepared moves. Never used.

But victory or defeat was in an instant. At that moment, he indeed lost all power inexplicably. Yang Yan then put the knife up, and everything was over.

For the spectators in the stands, this result was actually quite unexpected, and the outcome was reversed between the elbows and armpits.

In fact, the whole game was filled with such a temperament. After the fifth move, Yang Yan managed to get out of Zhang Zongyuan's hands despite being injured. People thought that was the young man's last struggle, and the fight had come to an end.

But the next moment, without any warning, the lamb running under the tiger's claws suddenly grew fangs and sharp teeth, turned around and scratched the tiger's face fiercely, and it got out of hand. The situation suddenly turned into a fierce one. I'm going.

Just as Pei and Li brought the most exquisite and beautiful sword fight of the year to this competition, Yang Yan's all-out fight was also the only one that was so bloody and thrilling.This is not a competition, this is a complete fight.

And in the end, the young man was completely imprisoned and suddenly took away all the power of the tiger's roaring stick by completely unknown and mysterious means, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The most exciting plot of a martial arts competition is when the weak come back from a desperate situation. Some private martial arts competitions that earn tickets will even deliberately arrange such a scene. At this time, everyone's eyes are focused on the young man.

"The first round and the fourth game of the Kuaishou competition, the winner - Ding Yun Yang Yan!"

The excitement in the whole place suddenly reached another level. Zhang Dingyun jumped up suddenly, pointed at Qiyun Store and screamed with all his strength. The sweat on his palms shone fluorescently in the midday sun.

But only the changes in expressions and mouths were seen, and the content of the words could not be heard, because the voice was completely submerged in the roar of the audience.

Yang Yan's fighting style was the most exhilarating, and the enemies he defeated were also one of the two strongest. The young and silent swordsman impressed everyone, and his ranking in everyone's hearts was soaring.
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on the high platform.

There is a relatively long gap between the first round and the second round of the Quisai. Now this session is at the end of preparations, and everyone is sitting down to discuss.

"Is this Yang Yan the 'junior brother' that Yun Sheng mentioned?" Gu Yun tilted his head and asked.

Li Weiru nodded: "I don't know about the affairs of Xilong Road, but the 'Yang Yan' Mr. Lu mentioned is indeed the one."

Gu Yun nodded: "What a powerful boy - Hushan Sword Sect is especially famous for its swords, but it is rare to hear that there are such wonderful sword skills."

Li Weiru smiled: "How about another comment?"

Gu Yunfu also laughed and sighed: "Both of them are very powerful in this challenge: Zhang Zongyuan is indeed a rare talent in this state, but this time he was defeated due to talent, background and luck, and it was not a crime of war; Yang Yanzhi sword Endowed with sensitivity, quick response, and an indomitable quality, he is not only a piece of rough jade, but also a rare jade."

Li Weiru raised her eyebrows and said "Oh": "'Pure jade' is a description that can make people think a lot."

Gu Yunfu laughed and said without comment, he just smiled and sighed: "I am really ashamed of my ignorance and arrogance when I first sat down - judging from these four games, the losers are quite remarkable, and the winner is an individual." The Dragon of the Dragon, your local martial arts competition, really shouldn’t have only one place.”

Li Weiru smiled: "This time we just have dumplings."

"The stuffing is too big."

Li Weiru chuckled and stopped answering. He smiled and picked up the pen and ink in front of him and began to write on the small paper.

Gu Yunfu had already seen this piece of paper lying in front of him, with four columns on it, and "One, Two, Three, Four" written on the top of each column.He didn't know what it was for, so he curiously poked his head over and saw that the old man had written the words "Shang Huai Tong" in the first column.

Li Weiru smiled: "Do you think I'm asking you for advice and comments just for fun?"

"Oh!" Gu Yunfu suddenly realized, "You can only do this division at this stage."

Li Weiru chuckled: "Talents are scarce. Generally, only after reaching the top eight can you see the player's level more clearly and have someone to rely on for evaluation."

Gu Yunfu nodded slowly, lowered his head and looked at the small note in front of him.

This is not a method used in every competition, but it is indeed not uncommon - that is, rating or ranking the players who will participate in the next round, and then relying on this result to assign matchups.

This is a method inspired by the Crane Fushu. In the beginning, everyone held martial arts competitions by randomly drawing lots. Naturally, there was a lot of luck involved, but those who got a strong hand would only consider themselves unlucky.

So later on there was a loser's round, which gave people with strength but no luck a chance to escape.But there is another unavoidable problem. After all, the weapons used in the martial arts competition are not wooden swords and wooden swords, and the contestants have not released their true energy. Many people are inevitably injured after a round of competition, and it is difficult to face the next step in a normal state. Opportunity.

Therefore, the best way is to reduce the competition between the two powers in the first round of allocation, so a cruel but effective method with mixed benefits and disadvantages was born - picking the top and the bottom.

That is, the first player defeats one, the second player defeats two, and so on to complete the matchup allocation for the next round.

This method is generally used in the second half of the competition. Depending on the level of the competition and the level of the players, some start from the top [-], some start from the top eight, and Bowang starts from the top four.

The further you go, the richer the rewards will be, and the more off-field events will be affected, so the ranking of each round must be more careful to eliminate the element of luck.

At this time, on the martial arts field, every martial artist with sufficient strength and qualifications has received this small note, 110 in total. After collecting it, the names that appear most in each column will be counted to determine the final ranking.

Gu Yunfu also picked up the pen, but still hung it first, tilting his head to see the old man's writing.

Li Weiru is writing the second column - "Yang Yan".

Gu Yunfu frowned slightly, but still nodded.

In the third column, "Zhang Junxue" was written.

Gu Yun frowned.

Write "Pei Ye" in the fourth column.

"Headmaster Li, this is not my comment." Gu Yunfu said to clarify the relationship.

"Hahaha, how do you arrange it?"

"If Mr. Pei wants to move to the second one, that's fine."

Li Weiru smiled and shook his head, pointing out: "I would like to persuade you to put Pei Shaoxia last."

"Why?"

"Because this is what Pei Shaoxia asked for." Li Weiru stroked his beard and smiled, then shook his head, "But it's actually not very useful."

Yes, because this is no longer a difference of one or two votes. Now after four games, the difference between the strong and the weak is actually clear. It can be regarded as a session without any suspense.

Gu Yunfu copied it according to Li Weiru's order. When he turned around, the official had collected other people's paper and returned to the stage, placing a thick stack in front of Zhao Zhang and others.Li Weiru handed over these two sheets.

The counting of votes was carried out by these adults with little cultivation but high authority, and the results came out quickly. Zhao Zhang called the official and copied them on the big curtain hanging in the arena.
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Under the ring.

Pei Ye and Zhang Junxue still sat side by side, and they watched the competition in silence.

"Yang Yan is so amazing." Zhang Junxue glanced at Pei Ye and said dryly.

It was really awkward for a woman to take the initiative to change the topic, but she didn't want to quarrel with Pei Ye at all.

"Yang Yan also carries a lot of hatred." Pei Ye ignored her efforts and looked ahead calmly, "He is two years younger than me and looks like a younger brother I once knew. He is not as strong as he appears. , if I tell him that someone can avenge his revenge, I think he will be happy and relaxed, and have a good sleep."

"But I don't have that ability." Pei Ye said softly.

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"But now you have this opportunity, Jun Xue." Pei Ye tilted her head and looked at the woman seriously, "Everyone can help you complete this matter well - this is what Ming Qing has to do, and I will do the same. help you."

"My tone just now was wrong." Looking at the woman who had returned to silence, Pei Ye whispered, "I shouldn't have said that you can easily bow to Shang Huaitong. But this matter is really not important. You faced him. , then just go on stage, then turn around and step off, that’s it.”

Zhang Junxue lowered her eyebrows and remained silent.

"Because I think the next thing is important, Jun Xue." Pei Ye was quiet for a while, turned to look at the southern sky, and said softly, "That night at the Changdao Martial Arts School, I showed you [Yun Tian Covers Eyes and Lost Feathers] 】, you said that you would be able to create such a knife one day; a few days ago on the boat in the middle of the lake, you told everyone about your wish for the sword, and everyone said that your ambition is the highest. I think ten years from now, In 20 years, we will meet again and talk freely about our experiences over the years and where your swordsmanship has gone - you cannot take unnecessary risks at the expense of all this."

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"So," Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at her earnestly, "there is no need to worry about Shang Huaitong, okay?"

Zhang Junxue looked at him blankly, and Pei Ye did not avert his gaze. After a long time, the woman lowered her head again.

Pei Ye felt cold in his heart.

"I can't do it, Pei Ye." The woman didn't dare to look at him, lowered her head and muttered, "I used to be very stupid. It was only in the six months after my sister died that I felt like I had grown up. I like what you said very much. I was also very happy about the scene, in the martial arts gym, and that day on the lake. But... I couldn't get over this hurdle."

She raised her head, with sparkling stubbornness in her eyes: "For half a year, I have been thinking about this day and night. Anyway, even if you are angry, I, I will..."

She lowered her head in silence, her words interrupted here.

Pei Ye took a deep breath and looked at the ring expressionlessly.

On the stage, a person held a giant pen and flew to the red curtain. Along with the roll call that filled the audience, he wrote down the rankings line by line.

[[-]: Shang Huaitong]

[Two: Yang Yan]

[[-]: Pei Ye]

[[-] Zhang Junxue]

Pei Ye let out a heavy breath and squeezed his knees.
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At the same time, the audience cheered, because this was the clear order in most people's minds.

There was no need for Shang Huaitong to say anything. As the favorite who had been alone on the first floor since the news of the martial arts competition came out, the man had not shown any effort in the ring. Now that the other six students have passed away, the man is still at the top.

And for some people who felt the sword that was about to be drawn just now, they even wanted to leave the "one" empty and have a "zero" column to write the man's name.

The name Yang Yan should not even appear among the four, but now the record of defeating Liu Sheng is enough to overcome all speculation and contempt, not to mention Zhang Zongyuan's strength is obvious to everyone.

Pei Ye is also suitable for his position. He has been praised for his swordsmanship since he became famous in the Poetry Society. He has indeed lived up to this reputation. In the battle with Li Shaozhang, he fully demonstrated the essence of swordsmanship, winning four times and five times. ——A top five player like Li Mingqing——a record worth bragging about.

But that's it. After all, there is a gap that is difficult to fill between Five and Six. As for the two people above, one is on the other side of the gap, and the other has just dragged a person from the other side into the ditch.

Zhang Junxue might have been the top choice to win the championship in previous years, but among the four people now, she seems too ordinary.Shen Yao was not able to support such a high evaluation. Even if he defeated Senior Sister Cuiyu without much effort, the woman could only be ranked at the bottom.

With the top and bottom divided, the matchups cleared, the second round of the Kuei Tournament will begin soon.

Gradually, the chattering people returned to their seats, and the noise on the field slowly subsided. Four huge red silks passed by the sky, and the egret flew on the upper level.

At this moment, an old man in black clothes and white hair walked up on the high platform.

I don’t know who looked first, but at the first sight, he stood up immediately, causing everyone to turn their heads. In just a moment, people stood up on the high platform with a roar.

Li Weiru had also stood up, and was only supported by Gu Yun, who was confused for a moment, but he had seen an empty chair next to the governor, and now he seemed to have the answer.

"I'm a little late." The distinguished old man smiled and motioned for everyone to take their seats. He turned his head and glanced at the red curtain, and handed a small note to Zhao Zhang, "I heard what others said, and I also I wrote one, but I can’t seem to make it in time.”

Gu Yunfu looked at it curiously, but the note had been placed flat on the table and the content could not be seen. However, the old man noticed the gaze and turned his head to look at him.

With just one glance, Gu Yun stood up straight with his sword in hand.

Men who have lived in Shenjing for a long time and worked at the Immortal Platform are very familiar with this feeling - a big man, especially a big man with profound cultivation, always has a different demeanor from others.

It's just that he was inevitably surprised - this small partial state was too hidden.

Taking the first step, Li Weiru held his fist in his hand and introduced with a smile: "Master Sui, this is Master Gu Yunfu, a high disciple of Tianshan Weifengchi, who has just resigned from the Shenjing Immortal Platform."

Gu Yun held up his fists and bowed before finishing.

Sui Zaihua smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Gu, this is Mr. Sui Zaihua, our Shaolong Road's Chief of Office, Shaoqing of Litai, and Supervisor of the Sword Xiuyuan."

Gu Yun almost held back his breath and quickly bowed again.

(End of this chapter)