"What is he trying to say?"
"What's your relationship with Princess Luofu?" Ningshuai stared at Potian's back and asked Feiyun with a curious gaze.
"We are friends!" Feng Feiyun replied.
Potian was indeed smart enough to see through the clues. It looked like this person couldn't be left alive.
Feng Feiyun's three free passes weren't a coincidence. In fact, it was the princess' intention.
The story started from last night.
After Feng Feiyun found out that the Beiming Clan was secretly mobilizing forces to surround the imperial city, he wrote seven letters in a row. One of them was for the princess.
Thus, the princess naturally knew Feng Feiyun's identity. Everything that happened today was planned by the two of them in advance.
For example, there were ninety-nine participants in the beginning, but two of them couldn't make it. This was Feng Feiyun's plan. One of them was assassinated by the Divine River Guard while the other was grievously wounded. He purposely increased the number of participants to ninety-seven.
If there were ninety-nine participants, then Feng Feiyun could cheat and get a free pass in the first round. However, there were forty-nine in the second round. Including him, there were fifty participants, so there was no way for him to get a free pass.
He could only skip one round, which was not very helpful for the Prince Consort Battle.
However, if there were ninety-seven participants, then there would be one participant in each round. Feng Feiyun wouldn't meet an opponent until the last four.
This way, Feng Feiyun would have enough time to study the techniques and techniques of these people in order to come up with a countermeasure.
This was the first reason.
The second reason was that the princess had a spot for a groom candidate. However, this spot couldn't be directly given to Feng Feiyun since it would expose his identity.
Moreover, this spot had to be given to Dongfang Jingshui because Feng Feiyun knew that Dongfang Jingshui would refuse. Only he would do so.
Third, the princess naturally couldn't see through the balls inside the cauldron. However, Feng Feiyun had the Heavenly Phoenix Gaze and could see through the flame barrier of a Giant. He could tell the princess in advance which ball he was on so that she could avoid it. This way, Feng Feiyun would get a free pass in each round.
Of course, Feng Feiyun was very careful when playing tricks in front of a big shot like the Three Directors. He didn't dare to secretly send a message but used the most subtle of words to tell the princess the location of the balls that recorded his name.
Because of this, Feng Feiyun couldn't decide who would fight. Otherwise, Beiming Potian and Li Xiaonan would have fought to the death already.
Just how lucky was this? Feng Feiyun wasn't someone who relied on luck to survive. If he didn't play tricks, he would have had to fight several rounds already.
Because of this, Beiming Potian became even more suspicious of Feng Feiyun's identity.
After the twelve groups of geniuses finished fighting, another twelve advanced to the next round. Including Feng Feiyun, there were thirteen in total.
Ningshuai was eliminated and Long Qingyang became one of the thirteen.
These thirteen included Feng Feiyun, Beiming Potian, Dongfang Jingshui, Li Xiaonan, Prince Hongye, Long Qingyang, Mu Xingzi, Gu Cuo, Ji Feng, Yan Ziyu, and three others that Feng Feiyun didn't know. They were all very strong.
In the previous rounds, the strongest youths didn't fight each other. It was as if there was an invisible force purposely separating them. This was the providence of top geniuses, able to help them avoid calamities.
Those who were called "geniuses" were naturally favored by the heavens.
Only the top geniuses were able to make it to the top thirteen. The following battles would be even more brutal. Some geniuses who had never been defeated before would fall on the stage. One of the two tigers would be injured. Who would be able to stand on the stage?
It all depended on strength.
There were six groups this time. There was no suspense. Feng Feiyun got the bye again and came out alone.
This was the battle of thirteen to seven, and it attracted a lot of attention. The battle of the emperor's son-in-law had reached its climax, and the six battle platforms were packed with people. Every single one of them was confident and proud.
The most interesting part was the fight between Li Xiaonan and Long Qingyang. One was the number one of the younger generation in Jin while the other was a "handsome" man from Long Long. Everyone was looking forward to watching their fight.
Before the two of them even stepped onto the stage, thousands of cultivators had already gathered below the stage. It was so crowded that not even a drop of water could trickle through. One-third of the cultivators in the Imperial City were gathered here.
However, Feng Feiyun wasn't interested at all. He went to the Earth stage to watch the fight between Prince Hongye and Yan Ziyu.
The two had fought once in the Yin Gou Clan. Back then, Ziyu lost miserably to Prince Hong Ye, taking only thirteen moves. This was Ziyu's most painful defeat ever since he started cultivating. He almost lost to Prince Hong Ye.
"How many moves do you think Yan Ziyu can take from Prince Hongye this time?" Ningshuai followed Feng Feiyun to the Earth stage.
"Yan Ziyu used to be the number one of the younger generation at the pagoda. After reaching the eighth level, he became a grand historical genius.
In terms of battle prowess and intelligence, he's not much weaker than Beiming Potian's group. There's a very important reason why he lost so miserably back in the Yin Gou Clan. "Feng Feiyun analyzed.
"What is it?" Ningshuai asked.
"Weapons." Feng Feiyun answered.
Ningshuai's expression became strange and unnatural.
Feng Feiyun said: "For cultivators, the grade of their spirit treasures greatly affects their battle prowess. This is especially true for cultivators of the same level. This effect is even greater.
Prince Hongye had a third-ranked spirit treasure, the Heaven-raising Rod. Meanwhile, Yan Ziyu's most compatible spirit treasure, the White Swallow Spear, was stolen by you. That's why he lost miserably. "
"Ahem, well … I have returned the spear to him, I was only … borrowing it for fun."
Ningshuai was quite embarrassed. He felt a bit guilty for causing Yan Ziyu to suffer a humiliating defeat in front of so many people.
"He didn't kill you?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"Scholar Heaven Calculating returned it to him on my behalf."
Ningshuai had stolen a several-thousand-year-old spirit medicine from Yan Ziyu and was chased for ten thousand miles. This time, he lost miserably because of the stolen spear. If Ningshuai were to appear in front of him, his life would be in danger.
Feng Feiyun tightened his grip on the weapon essence. If someone else were to steal it, Feng Feiyun would chase him for tens of thousands of miles.
Yan Ziyu was the number one expert of the pagoda's young generation, the number one on the pagoda's list. He represented the glory of the pagoda, the number one sacred ground of the Jin Dynasty. Among the many prodigies from the pagoda, only he and Ji Feng were in the top thirteen. Many prodigies from the pagoda came to cheer for him.
Of course, Feng Feiyun was one of them. After all, he had cultivated at the pagoda before.
Feng Feiyun looked around the stage and saw several familiar faces from the pagoda.
"Yan Ziyu, I have high hopes for you, bring glory to our pagoda!" A girl led a group of female disciples from the Pill Pagoda and shouted in an organized and organized manner.
Wang Meng was among them as well. He brought a group of lackeys from the Martial Tower and squeezed into the area closest to the stage. Two bronze spears stabbed into the ground with a large red banner. This was the slogan for swearing an oath.
Wang Meng's voice was rough and his hair was messy. He took the lead and shouted: "Yan Zi, Yan Zi, I love you!
Blood splatters everywhere with one spear, Prince Hongye is screaming! "
"Yan Zi, Yan Zi, I love you!
Blood splatters everywhere with one spear, Prince Hongye is screaming! "
…
Feng Feiyun was sweating profusely after hearing these shouts. What a fucking genius to be able to shout these kinds of cheers.
He shook his head and tried to find a hole in the ground, wanting to crawl into it.
Scholar Heaven Calculating was also an excellent disciple from the pagoda. He sat below the stage with a white daoist robe and a feather fan. His hands were hidden in his sleeves, looking quite indifferent with a faint smile on his face.
Su Yun also sat below the stage and occasionally chatted with the scholar. He seemed quite carefree. If he wasn't blind, he would still be the romantic Young Noble Flawless in the past. He would definitely have a seat on the groom's stage. But now, he had seen through all of this and had a beauty by his side. He was living a peaceful life as an immortal.
"Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Suddenly, the two chaotic clouds around the battle stage suddenly pressed down. Two figures rushed out and landed on the battle stage.
Prince Hongye was nearly four meters tall with legs like pillars. His hands were as thick as steel wrists. He wore a battle robe and had thick muscles on his chest. His chest was covered in black hair, brimming with explosive power.
He looked like a monster in human form. Each of his punches had the power to shatter mountains.
Yan Ziyu was much thinner compared to him. He wore a white daoist robe with a few strands of white hair on his temples, looking like snowflakes.
He held the white spear in his hand and seemed to have become one with the spear, brimming with confidence.
"I didn't expect a loser like you to still dare to fight me on the stage."
The prince's head was straight and three times the size of an ordinary person. His eyes were four times larger. Just his eyeballs alone were as big as a baby's fist. Just a glare from him could scare away beasts.
Yan Ziyu had suffered a crushing defeat last time, but he didn't give up. He was still incomparably confident as he said, "This time, if you can still defeat me in thirteen moves, then in the future, when I see you, I will kneel down and kowtow to you."
The prince sneered: "I didn't go all out last time, I only need ten moves to beat you.
I really want to see you kneeling on the ground … "
"Yan Zi, Yan Zi, I love you!
Blood splattered everywhere as Prince Hongye screamed. "Wang Meng organized the crowd again. His voice echoed across the imperial city.
Yan Ziyu stood with his spear horizontally. A blinding white light surrounded his body as if he had turned into a white jade statue. All of his power became extremely pure without a single flaw.