Chapter 110: Lu Fan Leaves the Pass

  Time flies like a white horse passing through a crevice, and several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

  White clouds drift by, a gentle breeze sweeps across the land, trees sway gently, their branches rustling softly.

  Between mountains and rivers, autumn has already brought a hint of autumn, the autumn wind blows up fallen leaves, drifting and scattering, going far away with the wind.

  The main hall of Wudang Academy, the massive Wudang stone still hovered in mid-air, emitting a faint glow.

  The martial arts arena was abuzz with people's voices, a high platform was set up, and the shouts of the crowd echoed through the sky.

  Today is a special day for the Martial Arts Academy, the day when the ranking war begins. It's also the day when the nine major branches show off their participating students in the ranking war trials.

  The magnificent bluestone platform was already filled with tutors from various colleges, and the tutors of the nine branches wore different college uniforms, sat down one by one, and lined up in order.

  Below the high platform, the students of the nine colleges also clearly divided into nine currents, surrounding the entire high platform.

  Each college has nine instructors and one master, seated in a Nine Palaces Array.

  The chair is made of green wood, carved with flame patterns. It symbolizes the infinite green hills and the passing down of firewood.

  The master sitting in the middle position at the front of the formation, the chair he sat on was made of wutong wood, with the logo of each college on it. For example, the Taiji diagram of the Yin and Yang College, the flying sword in the cloud of the Qingjian College, the Wanbing diagram of the Qianren College, and so on.

  Nine great masters were dressed in magnificent attire, each one more impressive than the last, except for the side of Yuanyuan Hall which looked a bit sparse. Qing Master sat alone, occasionally rubbing his eyes.

  "Detestable old heaven, just cultivate quietly, why hit people. Relying on your big fists, can you casually beat people? Humph, after I break through, I will definitely make you search for teeth all over the ground."

  He muttered to himself, using a strong stimulant to quickly reduce the swelling in his eye sockets. In these days, he had not been spared by Dean Tiangongzi's abuse. The injuries on his face were relatively minor, but his body was covered in all sorts of bruises and welts. Dean Tiangongzi had indeed used the true power of a strong martial artist to beat him up. This kind of injury was difficult to heal, and recovery would be a troublesome matter.

  Qing turned his head and glanced at Xing Yuan, who was still sitting upright with an expression that seemed to say the world owed him several million gold coins.

  A faint smile, and Xingyuan's injuries were actually more severe than his. It was just that the wound was on his chest, and the clothes covered it so others couldn't see. I suppose Xingyuan must be in a lot of pain right now too.

  As if sensing a clear gaze, Xingyuan turned his head and took a glance at Qing.

  The two people's eyes met, and the air around them seemed to warm up slightly.

  At the same time, they hummed softly and withdrew their gaze.

  Right in the middle of the high platform, there was a gigantic rattan chair, emerald green and crystal clear, as if dew was flowing within it.

  Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the power of the wood was flowing inside in a cyan color. A chair capable of condensing the powers of heaven and earth on its own would be suitable for use as a magic tool even by a Qi Refining cultivator.

  The wisteria is an evergreen wisteria, with inscriptions engraved on it, written in eight large characters: "Wu Wu Zhijie, Dao Yun Wujing".

  The next moment, a ray of light fell from the sky. In the light, Dean Tianyazizai appeared. Standing in front of the rattan chair, Wu Yazi pointed to the sky with his hand.

  All the students below suddenly cheered like a tidal wave, this is an annual grand gathering of Wudang Academy.

  Looking down from the sky, the disciples of the nine divisions are like nine rivers, extending all the way out. The rooftop of the Martial Hall and the surrounding trees are already packed with people.

  Only this side of Yuan yuan looks less pitiful.

  Daoguang Shizun sat down with Han Feng and others under the high platform.

  The five of them, plus Xiao Hei, occupied one-ninth of the entire martial arts arena.

  Han Feng and others sat quietly below, compared with two months ago, they all had a bit more calmness.

  Especially Han Feng, there was a small sword scar at the corner of his eye.

  Such a faint scar can be wiped away with just some medicine. Han Feng had obtained quite a few medicines in the Void Sect's estate, and it was easy to get rid of the scar.

  But he didn't do that. Intentionally leaving this scar, Han Feng could remind himself to remember this special training, in his own words: "If I don't get first place in the division, I absolutely won't wipe away this scar."

  Of course, this is also his own words. If let Chu Hang, Master Brother and others say it, Han Feng's approach would be nothing more than "This idiot thinks he looks cool just because he has a scar!"

  "Daoguang Shizun, why haven't you called out Lu Fan yet? The elite students from each university are about to receive their badges soon, and we can't let Lu Fan miss this ceremony."

  Daoguang Shizun's palm held a small black light spot.

  That was where Lu Fan's Void Mansion was located.

  Daoguang Shizun frowned and said: "I've already sent a message in. But Lu Fan hasn't woken up yet, what's the hurry?"

  Han Feng said: "I'm anxious, of course. Today, the disciples from each university are all going to make their debut. If Lu Fan doesn't stand out, he won't be allowed to participate in the ranking battle later on."

  "Chu Hang also followed up with: 'Master Dao Guang, hurry it up.'"

  Daoguang's master is so angry that he is blowing his beard and staring with wide eyes. Does he really think he hasn't been urged?

  He had been urging him to hurry over since early morning, but all the messages he sent in were like stones sinking into the ocean, without any response. What else could he do? He couldn't possibly use brute force to break into the Void Mansion again and go in. That would really disturb Lu Fan.

  "Wait again!"

  Daoguang Shizun said in a cold voice.

  The elder brother smiled and sat on one side, gnawing on a chicken leg while saying: "Don't worry, Lu Fan is fine."

  The master said this naturally has his reason, in his empty space belt, no heavy sword is good, nothing. That one streak of blood, clear and unparalleled, Lu Fan must be fine.

  Han Feng and others didn't know where the eldest brother's confidence came from, but the eldest brother always gave them a feeling of being unfathomable, and no matter what, he had never been wrong. So they also believed in the eldest brother and didn't say much more.

  On the high platform, Dean Tianyazi's voice sounded again.

  "Elite students from each branch take the stage."

  As soon as the words fell, the first thousand juniors, the five students sitting in the front row, flew up to the stage. In an instant, all the students of Qianjun Institute shouted loudly.

  "Qianrou Temple will surely win!"

  "Break into the top three!"

  These students are the participants in this college ranking battle. Only when they come on stage will they be registered and receive the martial arts card belonging to their own branch.

  A lone figure stepped forward, Han Feng took a deep breath and said: "Master, it's our turn now."

  Daoguang Shizun looked at the black light spot in his hand and said, "Wait a little longer, what's the hurry."

  At this moment, Emperor Daoguang saw a black light spot in his hand lit up.

  Immediately, Master Daoguang's face showed a joyful expression, this is an omen that he will leave his seclusion.

  The next moment, the black light spot contracted violently and instantly transformed into a small door.

  Han Feng and others stared inside, suddenly seeing a stone egg, which was constantly shaking, with several fragmented textures appearing.

  Boom!

  The stone egg exploded, and Lu Fan's body appeared before his eyes.