I didn't expect that I was the heartthrob.

Chapter 111 Convinced

It turned out that Tan Zuoming took advantage of Meng Xin's distraction and used his third magic weapon - the Flying Feather.

The Feitian Feathers are a pair of wings he made using heavenly stones.

Every feather of Fei Tianyu is as hard as fine steel, and the edges have been sharpened by him to be as sharp as a cultivator's sword.

Tan Zuoming relies on the Flying Feather the most and uses it most skillfully. He always uses the Flying Feather when delivering the final blow to his opponent.

It was the same this time. After wasting a long time with Meng Xin, and seeing that he had no other skills, he wanted to end it there.

Then he drove Fei Tianyu and stabbed forward like a sword.

Gu Lan was extremely anxious when she saw Meng Xin standing there like a fool, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Fei Tianyu was rushing straight towards him, and if he didn't avoid it, he would be seriously injured.

In a hurry, he forgot that this was a competition. He rushed forward, drew out his Zhaoying and wanted to defend for his junior brother.

Meng Xin was in a daze, and his heart was shaken at that moment.

The world slowed down before his eyes.

He saw the water dragon sprayed by Tan Zuoming extinguish the fire dragon, and saw the hazy water mist, like the drizzle in spring.

That spring, he lost his mother, his only support. He was displaced in the war and almost starved to death in a dilapidated temple. In the misty spring rain, it was his master who hugged him tightly, fed him, and clothed him.

His master saved him and Qianjimen raised him.

It has been like this for many years.

Meng Xin really wanted to do something for his master and for Qianji Sect, but his talent was mediocre and he was not a free-spirited swordsman, so he could not bring honor to Qianji Sect.

For so many years, he has remained silent in the contempt of others.

Meng Xin, ah Meng Xin! How could you fall here? How could you fall in the only place where you could bring honor to your sect?

Do not!

no way!

He saw several sword feathers flashing with cold light in the drizzle.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

It turned out that Tan Zuoming had trapped his feet tightly in a water dungeon.

Meng Xin felt desperate, and the laughter that once mocked him in his ears came rushing back like a tsunami.

"Hahaha, Qianjimen is here to make up the numbers again this year."

"What are you looking at? Do you think your Qianji Sect is worthy of being considered a major sect?"

"...You guys are here to get some spiritual energy, right?"

"Hehehe."

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

I can't lose!

The tide of humiliation suffocated Meng Xin, and he was about to drown in the suffocating pressure.

Gu Lan saw that Tan Zuoming was about to hurt Meng Xin, and it was too late for him to act, so he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

He shouted hoarsely, "Junior brother! Junior brother! Get out of the way!"

This voice seemed to bring Meng Xin back to his senses. He looked at his senior sister flying over from the audience, her mouth opening and closing as if she was saying something.

Then he saw Tan Zuoming transformed into a sword feather and flying towards him.

It was a strange moment.

He seemed to transcend reality, standing at a very high place overlooking everything.

But soon he realized that he was really standing on a high ground.

I saw a vine as thick as a bowl under his feet, and he was holding the thin branch of the vine with one hand and stepping on the vine with one foot, just hanging on it like a leaf on the vine.

Then he saw another vine rolled up his senior sister and gently placed her in the audience seats.

Then he saw that Tan Zuoming had disappeared in the center of the arena, and only a thorn cage stood abruptly in the middle of the competition arena.

The spikes on the thorn cage were as thick as a baby's arm and as long as a monk's sword.

"Ahhhhhh." Tan Zuoming cried out in pain.

He never expected that he was about to shoot like a meteor towards Meng Xin, a disciple of Qianji Sect, but was unexpectedly blocked by thorns that suddenly appeared halfway. However, he rushed too fast and had no time to stop. He had to use Feitianyu to protect himself and stopped abruptly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his buttocks were pierced by thorns that emerged from the ground.

Moreover, it happens to be a very embarrassing place.

Tan Zuoming's eyes went dark and he fainted.

At this point, time seemed to have stopped and one could hear a pin drop in the entire competition arena.

Everyone stared blankly at the vines on the field that were dancing like giant snakes, and the young man with a dull look in his eyes.

After a long while, Xu Fengxi finally closed his jaw with his hand and said, "We won, we won!"

His shout seemed to unlock time, and everyone at the scene realized that it was time to breathe.

There was a constant sound of gasps, and everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Even Gu Lan was stunned with shock.

The vines filled the entire competition arena, and even the audience seats suffered the same fate, with the guardrails being shredded by vines as thick as bowls.

The vines that covered the entire competition venue were actually released by Junior Brother Meng, who had just established his foundation not long ago.

It’s incredible!

There was a reason why the monks present were so surprised.

Although disciples with different spiritual roots can use spiritual power of different elements, their use of spiritual power is also very limited.

For example, if disciples with water spirit roots want to use water spirit power, the best place is by the water. If they are not by the water, they can only mobilize a small amount of water spirit power.

Therefore, it is incredible that someone like Meng Xin could use the power of the wood spirit to such an extent.

Soon, Meng Xin lost consciousness, and the vines and thorns in the field gradually disappeared because Meng Xin lost consciousness.

Poor Tan Zuoming was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up, blood gushing out of his butt, staining his flying feathers red.

Tan Zuoming probably never dreamed that he would fail in this way in the end.

His failure caused him to be unable to use the toilet smoothly for a long time afterwards. Because of this incident, Tan Zuoming hated everyone in Qianjimen.

In fact, Gu Lan and others went to visit him afterwards.

But in Tan Zuoming's view, they were there to make fun of him. Not only did he not feel relieved, but he hated them even more.

Tsk tsk tsk, the human heart is really an elusive thing.

After the vines disappeared completely, the elder of the competition flew to the stage. After checking on the two disciples, he announced that Meng Xin from Qianji Sect was the winner.

Seeing that Tan Zuoming's buttocks were bleeding profusely, he quickly asked the disciples outside to send Tan Zuoming for treatment.

Gu Lan and others also quickly flew to Meng Xin to check on his condition.

Fortunately, Meng Xin was not injured, he just fainted from exhaustion.

During this competition, people in the audience had different expressions.

The disciples of Tianyan Sect were completely stunned.

The first one came was Kong Xi. He didn't want to watch at first, but after wandering for a while, he finally found a corner to sit down and watch the fight. When he saw that Tan Zuoming's butt was bleeding, he couldn't help but touch his own butt.

Fortunately, the first fight between him and Meng Xin had not reached this point, otherwise it would be hard to say whether he could save his position.

At this point, Kong Xi truly admitted that Meng Xin's victory was not a fluke, but was due to his strength.

As for the other disciples of Tianyan Sect, they also understood that Kong Xi’s failure was not only due to bad luck, but also due to lack of strength.

However, they have always looked down upon the Qianji Sect and find it difficult to accept that their fellow sect members are inferior to those of the Qianji Sect.

Now they have to admit defeat.