C57 On the eve of the semifinals (1/2)
Returning to the Fourth Hall, Dong Lang felt as if he had returned to his own home. Although there weren't any parents here, and there were teachers who doted on him, as well as some companions he had known before, although only Shu Qin and Shu Jian were the only ones who had walked relatively close to him, the only ones who bore no ill intentions were Chi Mo, Yin Yun and a few others. As for those like Blowing Sun, Yi Peng, and the others, they treated him indifferently.
The news of Dong Lang returning to the fourth hall and defeating the two late Tianxin disciples spread out instantly, and upon hearing this news, the one with the ugliest complexion was none other than Xun You, ”Impossible, how could that little bastard become so powerful? I had cultivated for dozens of years to barely reach late Tianxin, and he had merely gone out to gain experience, how could he possibly have reached such a level! Impossible! I don't believe it! ” With a ”pa” sound, Xun You's palm landed on the table and instantly turned the table into fine powder.
After the many female disciples heard of Dong Lang's achievements, they were somewhat doubtful. They came to Dong Lang's hut while watching the show, but Dong Lang naturally knew of all of this and did not explain anything, like a fish in water, cold and self-aware.
After four or five days, Dong Lang began to prepare for the semifinals. Shu Yu only smiled, this time, the competition will be held by my master, Wu Daozi, and I can't figure out his intentions, so long as you work hard and improve your own strength, it will be fine. Come, let me see how much you have grown in these three years.
With that, Shu Yu suddenly attacked, using his hand as a sword and pointing it at Dong Lang, Dong Lang already lost his previous panic, with a finger pointing over, he turned to the side and coincidentally dodged the attack, then formed a claw gesture, grabbing onto Shu Yu's arm. Shu Yu's arm bent, with his elbow right in the center of Dong Lang's hand, the two of them brushed past each other, and with a distance of 10 meters, the two of them turned back again. Dong Lang, you've grown up. ” Shu Yu said with a smile.
”People can't stay in the past forever.” Dong Lang also laughed and replied. This scene seemed as if it should have been here since ancient times, but also as if it had suddenly appeared here, catching people off guard.
”Dong Lang, be careful.” After Shu Yu finished speaking, his body strangely disappeared from where he stood. At the same time, countless ice cones flew out in all directions from his surroundings. Even though he could not see where Shu Yu was, Dong Lang did not need to see it because once these countless ice cones appeared, no matter how invisible Master was, he would not be able to get close to Dong Lang. It was clear that Shu Yu did not expect this. Seeing that his master still had not come out after a long time, Dong Lang's figure slowly stopped, but there was still no sign of Dong Lang, only a pile of ice. Seeing this scene, Shu Yu, who was hiding in the darkness, was surprised, but then he mysteriously smiled. In the beginning, when Dong Lang was spinning at extreme speed, Dong Lang had already been secretly observing his surroundings. After a while of searching, he saw where Shu Yu was hiding, thus, he used the ice pick up a hole in the ground quietly and stealthily went to's back. He had wanted to ambush Shu Yu, but did not expect that Shu Yu would have already set up a trap for him, so when Dong Lang appeared behind him, the surrounding wind ropes immediately tightened, because the wind was already invisible.
Seeing that Dong Lang had fallen into the trap, Shu Yu waved his hand, and the wind rope disappeared. Shu Yu clapped his hands at Dong Lang, ”Not bad, not bad, you have improved greatly.” Dong Lang patted the dust off his body, ”How can I improve? Last time, it was just one or two moves and I lost, this time it was even just one or two moves.”
”Sigh ~ This is different, last time we both used the power of the fifth layer, this time you used the power of the seventh layer of Frost Arts, I used the power of the eighth layer.” Shu Yu explained to Dong Lang.
Hearing Master's praise, and seeing Master's affirmation of him, Dong Lang felt that all of these three years of experience was worth it.
”Your performance has already far exceeded my expectations. I am very happy.”
Dong Lang scratched his head. Actually he could tell that his master only used twenty to thirty percent of her strength, but he used sixty to seventy percent. The Grand Dao is difficult to achieve. I don't know if I can cultivate until I reach my master's age.
The master and disciple duo chatted and laughed as they left.
In a dark cave. ”Ah …” A person moaned painfully, ”Why? Why do I always have to fail to break through the eighth level? Heavens, are you telling me to stop here? I've been stuck at the late seventh floor for two years, a whole two years. What is the meaning of this? ” A man covered in blood continuously smashed his head against the wall, and fresh blood flowed continuously from his forehead, but he did not notice at all. Only this pain could make him feel his own existence, that he was still alive, that only pain could make him release the injustice the heavens had towards him. He, was precisely the one who defeated Yi Peng who had blown the sun with one move. What he did not expect was that would see him fail again and again, fail, fail again and again. Shu Yu had seen him fail time and time again, had failed repeatedly, and had instructed him on how many times, but he just could not enter the eighth level. This made him suspicious of himself, so his personality started to become eccentric, and in the end, he simply sent a letter to hide deep in the mountains to cultivate. Dao Yuan Shu Yu sighed, this hurdle would depend on your luck.
Under a big tree, a man was squatting down. He looked down, and after a while, he looked into the distance again. He said, ”Thirty-six.” ”He then turned around and started to count the ants that were moving around.” Ah … Ah … Ah … Thirty-seven. ” ”The man held his head in his hands, feeling distressed.” Ling Jun, let's go, if there's time, let's practice some more magic. What's so good about your thing, it's completely useless in battle. Let me tell you, next time we go out, don't call me to help you the other time. ” The one who spoke was a man dressed in a loose robe, it was grey, the edges of the robe had some black markings, and on the back of the robe was an ink bamboo, ”Alright, Xiao Ai, you're awesome, you're a hero, a hero who saved me many times in the abyss of suffering.” Ling Jun lifted his head, and said a little sourly.