The atmosphere on the martial arts field became more solemn as both sides took their positions.
The discussion among the disciples gradually subsided, and everyone’s eyes were focused on the martial arts field.
The competition is about to begin.
Lu Yuanqing stood up and his loud voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.
"Today is the day for the triennial exchange and discussion between our Tianji Sect and Wanjian Sect."
"The aim is to strengthen each other and make progress together."
< br>"Just stop it, don't hurt the harmony."
We still have to talk about the situation, but everyone knows that this so-called "exchange and discussion" is never harmonious.
Elder Sikong also stood up and agreed with a smile.
"What Sect Master Lu said is absolutely true."
"However, fists and feet have no eyes. If you accidentally get hurt, I hope Sect Master Lu will forgive you."
The subtext in these words could not be more obvious.
Lu Yuanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, then returned to calm.
"Natural."
These two simple words convey strong confidence.
Ye Feng touched his chin and found it a little funny watching the two old foxes on the stage fighting against each other.
These old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years have many thoughts.
His eyes turned to the disciple seats of Wanjian Sect again.
Hu Yanchen was closing his eyes to rest, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Chu Ling looked at the sky in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
Wu Buxiu and the other three were eager to try, gearing up, and looked like they couldn't wait to play.
[Ding! Mission: Hold Chu Ling and raise her cultivation level to the seventh level of foundation building. 】
"I am Cao!" Ye Feng cursed secretly in his heart.
He figured out that this system is not only for sex, but also for harem.
The task still needs to be completed. Ye Feng thought about it and looked at Chu Ling. He felt a little dizzy...
"Boom!"
A gong.
The competition begins.
The first to appear were Wu Buxiu from the Wanjian Sect and Chu Qingcang from the Tianji Sect.
Chu Qingcang’s face was covered with whiskers.
Ye Feng saw that Chu Qingcang looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that it was the disciple from the Zongwu Hall who hit someone.
Invisible pressure permeated the martial arts arena, and all the disciples watching became cautious even when breathing.
The surroundings of the martial arts stage are engraved with defensive runes, shining with a faint halo.
Wu Buxiu and Chu Qingcang stood opposite each other, one with an arrogant look and the other with a stern face.
They are all the best in the ninth level of foundation building, the hope for the future of the sect.
Wu Buxiu slapped the storage bag on his waist.
Buzz——
A soft buzz.
The Lingxiao Sword is flowing with a faint brilliance, its sharp edge is revealed, and it emits a compelling wave of sword energy.
"This is a middle-grade magical weapon, the Lingxiao Sword." Wu Buxiu's voice was not high-pitched, but it carried a full sense of showing off, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
A low exclamation sounded from the crowd.
Medium-grade magical instruments are rare for disciples in the foundation building stage.
Chu Qingcang took out a low-grade magical weapon, the Xuanqing Sword.
The blade of this sword glows with a faint green light, has a simple shape and a restrained atmosphere.
Wu Buxiu caught a glimpse of the Xuanqing sword in Chu Qingcang's hand, and the sarcasm on his face was undisguised.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the blade of the Lingxiao Sword. His movements were showy and he said loudly:
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Chu, is this the property of your Tianji Sect inner disciple? Just use it. Such scraps of metal? Could it be that your Tianji Sect is so poor that you can’t even afford decent magical weapons?”
His voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly throughout the martial arts arena, causing several proud sneers from Hao Yijian and Li Cong.
Chu Qingcang’s hand holding the Xuan Qing Sword tightened.
His eyes passed over the dazzling Lingxiao Sword in Wu Buxiu's hand, and his pupils shrank slightly.
He could clearly feel the pressure coming from the opposite Lingxiao sword. The sharpness was far better than his own Xuanqing sword.
He was secretly shocked: "The spiritual pressure is so strong, it is indeed a middle-grade magical weapon!"
His momentum was invisibly lowered the moment the opponent showed the Lingxiao Sword, and the arrogance he usually had in the Tianji Sect was gone.
When Wu Buxiu saw this, he was even more proud. He stopped talking nonsense and took action directly.
"Take the move!"
His eyes were sharp, he squeezed the sword technique with his hand, and his spiritual power was suddenly poured into him!
Lingxiao Sword made a clear sword cry, like a dragon roaring for nine days!
Chi!
Wu Buxiu thrust out his sword boldly! Movements as fast as lightning!
Chu Qingcang's whole body was instantly enveloped by a fierce murderous intent and substantial sword intent.
At this moment, under the urging of Wu Buxiu, white sword energy visible to the naked eye quickly condensed around the sword body, which was unparalleled.
This sword is as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.
In Chu Qingcang's eyes, the white light magnified sharply, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
He did not dare to neglect, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly.
The wrist turned sharply, and the Xuanqing sword cut through the air.
It is not as shocking as the Lingxiao Sword, but it is also extremely fast.
Chi! laugh! laugh!
Three translucent wind blades appeared out of thin air, facing the white sword light in a square shape.
The wind blade has the sharpness to cut everything. It is the wind blade technique that he has practiced hard for many years, and its power has reached the extreme of the current state.
However, under the same cultivation level, the difference in weapon levels is clearly revealed at this moment.
Bang!
The sword light of Lingxiao Sword collided with the three wind blades! The wind blade only persisted for a moment before it was directly crushed by the overbearing sword energy and turned into little auras dissipating in the air.
The Lingxiao Sword's attack only paused for a moment, but its power remained unabated as it continued to attack Chu Qingcang!
Chu Qingcang's face changed slightly, his steps quickened, and his figure drifted back to the side.
At the same time, he turned his wrist sharply, and the black green sword danced into an airtight blue light wheel.
"Huh——"
The rapidly rotating light wheel drove the airflow, forming a high-speed rotating annular wind wall in front of him.
Within the wind wall, the air flow surged and let out a dull roar, trying to resist the edge of the Lingxiao Sword.
This is his defensive method to press the bottom of the box - the whirlwind wall.
Wu Buxiu sneered disdainfully: "Struggle to the death!"
He raised the Lingxiao Sword high and poured in majestic spiritual power crazily.
The Lingxiao Sword shines brightly, and the white sword energy around the sword body condenses to the extreme, almost turning into substance.
A more terrifying pressure spread.
"Broken!"
Wu Buxiu shouted low and slashed down with his sword.
A huge white sword force struck hard at the rotating wind wall.
Boom!
A deafening loud noise erupted.
A violent energy shock wave swept around.
The wind wall trembled violently, with countless cracks appearing on the surface, making a "sizzling" sound. The wind whirlpool on it was obliterated and torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The stalemate lasted for less than a breath, and with a crisp "click" sound, the wind wall suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered airflow all over the sky.
The powerful sword energy remained unabated and struck hard on the Xuanqing sword that Chu Qingcang had hurriedly raised.
A huge force came through the sword, making Chu Qingcang's arms numb and his mouth aching.
Chu Qingcang groaned, as if he had been hit hard.
Wu Buxiu succeeded with one blow, and his offensive was continuous.
A sharp sword energy struck Chu Qingcang on the right shoulder.
Pfft!
Blood burst out.
The clothes were torn to pieces, and a deep wound with bone visible appeared on Chu Qingcang's shoulder.
Severe pain came, causing his body to sway and almost fall over.
The Xuan Qing Sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.
The outcome has been decided.
Chu Qingcang's face was as pale as paper. Looking at Wu Buxiu standing with a sword, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, and he finally bowed his head in despair.
"I... admit defeat."
The area around the martial arts arena was quiet for a moment, and then noisy discussions broke out.
"It's not unfair to lose, a middle-grade magic weapon versus a low-grade magic weapon, how can we fight?"
"Wu Buxiu is really ruthless, he doesn't show any mercy."
"It seems that the Wanjian Sect is well prepared this time. This Lingxiao Sword may have been specially prepared."
Wu Buxiu held the Lingxiao Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the remaining sword energy was hesitant.
He stood in the middle of the martial arts arena with an unabashedly proud smile on his face.
His eyes slowly swept over the Tianji Sect disciples.
The provocation and contempt in his eyes were like a loud slap in the face of every Tianji Sect disciple.