Ch11 - Heaven’s Prediction Technique

“Are you so confident in your disciple? You know that Qi Feng is already in the eighth section.” Lu Fanyi asked.

Yue Xiuzhi glanced at him and smiled. 

For some reason, Lu Fanyi suddenly remembered that Yue Xiuzhi was so confident about Pei Ming when he took the Jiuhua Cloud Ladder. Finally, Pei Ming became the only person who had finished the Jiuhua Cloud Ladder.

Lu Fanyi thought like this, pulled out some top-grade spirit stones and sent his disciple to bet on Pei Ming’s victory.

After the referee announced the rules, Qi Feng flew up at a fast speed. It can be seen that he worked hard on his footwork. The silver sword pointed straight at Pei Ming, and the blade of his sword had cut several strands of hair on Pei Ming’s forehead.

Yue Xiuzhi on the observation platform was not worried, because no one is allowed to be seriously injured in such games, and the referee will stop him at the first time. It was more than enough for the judges in the late stage of the King’s realm to stop the two disciples. Besides, isn’t he watching here himself? 

At the critical moment, Pei Ming used his sword to deflect Qi Feng’s sword. Qi Feng fell forward because of his inertia. In order to stand firm, his feet could not help exerting their strength. Two deep gullies suddenly appeared on the challenge arena.

Pei Ming, however, flashed to Qi Feng’s back with his steps. Qi Feng had a bad feeling and stabbed the sword back with his backhand, but Pei Ming easily escaped.

On the observation platform, Lu Fanyi raised his eyebrows and said, “What kind of footwork did you teach him? It’s very unusual. It’s as fast as a hawk at the beginning of training, and it will be better later.”

His disciple was praised, and Yue Xiuzhi was naturally happy, but he would not tell Lu Fanyi honestly that this was the best footwork in heavens unless he was stupid.

Qi Feng found that his proud footwork was useless, so he had to change his strategy. He turned to avoid Pei Ming’s sword, and his left hand became a palm. The golden aura wrapped around his palm. With his palm action, a golden palm was ready, and he went straight for Pei Ming. 

“This is one of Fu Yuan’s famous martial arts, Jin Guangyin. Qi Feng is also very talented.” Lu Fanyi continued to gabble, and Yue Xiuzhi took him as a narrator.

Pei Ming didn’t dodge, and his whole body was emitting light blue light. When the golden light seal met the light blue boundary, it suddenly disappeared.

Pei Ming’s Heaven’s Folding was practiced a lot, but his power was not strong enough, so Pei Ming had to retreat to cushion the pressure after blocking the golden light seal.

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Qi Feng saw that a single blow was unsuccessful, and he burst out several palms in succession. He was indeed a famous genius. His spiritual power was much stronger than that of people at the same level. The ordinary eight section spiritual masters used up their spiritual power when they sent three golden light seals in a row. Qi Feng has been fighting Pei Ming with the golden light seal all the time. 

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He burst out a golden light print again. When Pei Ming resisted, he quickly retreated tens of meters, threw his sword in the air, and suddenly turned into several sword shadows. He stabbed Pei Ming one after another!

“This is the secret skill of the Qi Family in Yao City. Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords! Qi Feng is really a genius!” Lu Fanyi could not help praising him, “Xiuzhi, I admit that your disciple is really extraordinary. If there is no ten thousand swords, he still has the hope of winning over the others. But since Qi Feng has trained Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords, he can…”

At this time, the disciples who bought the bet were also talking about it.

The fat disciple began to talk, He seemed to be very knowledgeable: “This is the secret technique of the Qi Family in Yao City, which is not passed on. Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords. The practitioner can transform ten thousand swords with one sword. Each sword can be said to be an entity or a phantom, because once a sword hits the opponent, the rest of the swords will be integrated with that sword, giving the opponent the strongest attack. Moreover, these swords operate irregularly, and it is basically impossible to escape.”

“Qi Feng is too powerful! Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords. Only one or two people in each generation of the Qi family in Yao City can learn them. They must have a talent of more than eight veins. Qi Feng was originally the best of the eight veins. I’m not surprised that he can learn Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords. But the most terrible thing about him is that he became a master in the eight segment of the spiritual master! Before him, everyone who knows Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords must at least practice in the aural realm!” Another disciple said. 

After listening to this, the disciples around him gasped: “God, Qi Feng is too terrible. In that case, isn’t he invincible at the same level?”

“Yes, it is invincible at the same level!” At first, the disciple affirmed.

At this time, some of the disciples who bought Pei Ming’s victory because they expected Pei Ming to make a fortune out of the blue said painfully, “Then Pei Ming is sure to lose? God, isn’t my Holy Stone a loss?”

A disciple mocked and said, “Who made you want to take advantage of small gains and break the ice? If the ice is so hot, who will open the gambling game?” 

The disciple who betted on Pei Ming said in dismay: “I thought Pei Ming was an immortal genius, and the chance of winning should not be small… Alas, don’t fall into the trap. My heart is bleeding now.”

Yue Xiuzhi heard them clearly, but he didn’t care. Instead, he said to Lu Fanyi, “Since you don’t think highly of my disciple, let’s gamble.”

“What are you betting on?” Lu Fanyi also seemed to be in high spirits.

“If my apprentice loses, I will give you the Thousand Sophora Grass that you have always wanted. If my apprentice wins, you will give me your Moon Robe.” 

Lu Fanyi felt a little flustered when he saw Yue Xiuzhi was so confident to the point of willing to gamble on the thousand locust grass that he has never given him. But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that Qi Feng was almost sure to win, which was equivalent to taking a thousand sophora grass for nothing.

There was no interest in risk. He thought about it like this and said, “OK, I bet with you!”

They had just finished gambling here, and Qi Feng’s sword shadow was ready. He could only enter the spirit master’s realm because of his thousands of swords. It is said that it is Ten Thousand Mislaying Swords. In fact, it is only the incarnation of hundreds of swords, but it is enough to make him invincible in the spirit master’s realm.

——Supposing that you remove Pei Ming from the Spirit Master’s realm. 

The sky above the challenge arena was full of golden sword shadows. With Qi Feng’s wave, he attacked Pei Ming like a strong wind. Hundreds of swords attacked from hundreds of directions. Their attack track was irregular, and no one knew what direction they would go in the next second. Its angle was tricky, and almost no one could avoid it.

Everyone except Yue Xiuzhi felt that Pei Ming was doomed to lose. Even the referee tightened his body and prepared to save Pei Ming at any time.

The next second, a miracle happened.

The hundreds of swords seemed to be completely non-existent in front of Pei Ming. Pei Ming seemed to have eyes all over his body. He could avoid the sword’s attack every time and kept approaching Qi Feng at a fast speed. 

No, it’s not that Pei Ming seems to have eyes all over his body, but… it’s seems that Pei Ming was able to predict where each sword will appear in the next second and avoid them accurately in advance!

“Is Pei Ming a monster?”

The disciples on the platform were shocked.

Lu Fanyi was also shocked, and he had a very bad feeling: let alone the thousand sophora grass, his moon suit is probably gone. 

He couldn’t help looking at Yue Xiuzhi gloomily and asked, “What have you done for your disciple? It seems that you have not only emptied your family’s money, but also secretly dug some ancient powerful tombs!”

Yue Xiuzhi held out a finger and shook it in front of Lu Fanyi: “None, it’s just that my vision is too good.”

I’m joking. My apprentice’s Heaven’s prediction skill and cloud walking are definitely against the heavens, OK!

Foretelling the future plus almost instantaneous movement, this wave of operation can you say it’s not cool?! 

Qi Feng saw that none of his swords could attack Pei Ming, so he couldn’t help but be anxious. He increased the output of his spiritual power and made these swords attack Pei Ming faster. As long as one sword attacked Pei Ming, the other swords would integrate with that sword, and Pei Ming would lose!

It’s a pity that the development of things never depended on people’s will. Qi Feng could only watch Pei Ming escape all his attacks as if he could predict the future, and the distance between him and Qi Feng was rapidly getting closer.

At last, Pei Ming was only one meter away from Qi Feng. He easily blocked the golden seal of Qi Feng’s last strike and put his sword against Qi Feng’s neck.

The outcome was decided. 

“Pei Ming’s victory!” The referee announced.

Lu Fanyi couldn’t help wailing: “My moon robe!”

Yue Xiuzhi showed his hand to Lu Fanyi and said, “Stop complaining and bring it here.”

“Yue Xiuzhi, you old bastard!” Lu Fanyi could only hold back the dripping blood that filled his heart as he took out the box containing the Moon vestments from his mustard pouch and handed it to Yue Xiuzhi. At the end, he couldn’t bear to look at it anymore and didn’t want to talk to Yue Xiuzhi anymore. 

At this time, Lu Fanyi was not alone. Those who bought Qi Feng’s victory lost all their money. At this time, Liu Feng went to find the slightly fat disciple. Since the top quality Holy Stone was nothing in Yue Xiuzhi’s eyes, ordinary disciples may not have seen it. Liu Feng used several top quality Holy Stones as gambling money, and at the odds of one to four Pei Ming, he almost made half of the money lost by these disciples.

The remaining half was earned by Lu Fanyi.

The other disciples felt more painful when they saw that Fatan-zunzhe and the followers of the Qianlan Peak Leader had taken away the spiritual stones that should belong to them.

Master Fatan, do you want anything? Why do you have to fight with our poor disciples! 

With that, the viewing platform was shrouded in a bleak wind and bitter rain.

Yue Xiuzhi didn’t care about these disciples’ innuendo and grievances. Who makes you have no eyes and not see my Xiaoming well.

He stood up from his seat with a smile and went to find his disciple.

When he left the arena, Pei Ming also came down from the challenge arena. As soon as he saw Yue Xiuzhi, he ran over like a homing chick and plunged into his Shizun’s arms as usual, waiting for Shizun to praise him.