The Tianji Sect's mountain gate is majestic, and it is solemn and solemn amid the clouds and mist.
Nangong Xue was dressed in white, with a graceful figure, walking back slowly on the bluestone road.
Her temperament is cold, and she has an aura that repels people thousands of miles away when she walks.
The sect seemed much noisier than before.
In the distance, in the direction of the sect’s main martial arts field, there was a roar of people and faint fluctuations in spiritual power.
"Competition with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
Nangong Xuedai frowned slightly, remembering this grand event mentioned by Master Xuan Shuang.
She had just completed a rather difficult sect mission and was so tired that she originally wanted to go back to her room to repair.
But the hustle and bustle of the martial arts arena made her change her mind.
She wanted to see what potential talents had emerged among this generation of disciples.
With a movement of his body, Nangong Xue appeared quietly on a high platform outside the martial arts arena like a streak of light.
The view is wide and you can have a panoramic view of the huge martial arts field below.
At this moment, two people were confronting each other.
One of them, with a graceful figure and agile swordsmanship, is Chu Ling, a genius disciple of Wanjian Sect.
And the other person...
Nangong Xue’s eyes fell on the slightly lazy figure, and her cold eyes suddenly shrank.
Ye Feng?
That rogue thief who has nothing to do all day long and has low cultivation, even sneaking into her bathing pool?
How could he fight on behalf of the Tianji Sect?
Nangong Xue felt an indescribable sense of absurdity in her heart.
This is simply a humiliation to Tianji Sect!
Could it be that there is no one available in the sect and we need this useless person to make up the numbers?
The breath around her became a little colder unconsciously.
In the center of the martial arts arena.
Ye Feng felt the countless glances from all around, but his mind was racing. What he wanted was this opportunity.
Victory?
Is that stuff important?
It may be important to others, but to him, the most important thing at the moment is the damn system task in his mind - to hold Chu Ling.
As for how to hold it?
Left hand?
Right hand?
Or embrace your arms?
The system didn’t say anything.
Ye Feng feels that although this system is inconsistent, the rewards are real.
Chu Ling opposite him had an ethereal temperament, like a fairy under the moon.
She was holding an autumn water sword, her eyes were clear, and she looked cautious towards Ye Feng.
"Tianji Sect, Ye Feng." Ye Feng smiled slightly at Chu Ling, showing his white teeth.
Chu Ling politely saluted Ye Feng with his fists clasped.
"Wanjian Sect, Chu Ling."
The voice was clear and crisp, like jade beads falling on a plate.
Elder He gave the order and the competition officially began.
In an instant, Chu Ling moved.
She did not hesitate at all. She held up the long sword in her hand and held up a gorgeous sword flower. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the vital part of Ye Feng's chest, and the sword energy was fierce.
Phew!
The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and harsh.
The sword flashes like a sword, so fast it is dazzling.
Everyone in the audience felt their eyes blurred as the figure turned into a streak of light, and the attack was continuous.
"What a fast sword!"
"As expected of the Jiuling Sword Body, his understanding of the sword is truly extraordinary!"
The exclamations came one after another.
However, in the face of such a swift and violent attack, Ye Feng's performance surprised everyone.
He did not use force, nor did he use any exquisite movement techniques.
He just dodged left and right, his steps seemed messy, but he could always avoid Chu Ling's sword edge at the critical moment.
That gesture is not so much a competition as it is...a dance scene?
Ye Feng's forehead was sweating slightly.
I am not tired, but sad.
This Chu Ling’s swordsmanship is too intensive, like a hedgehog, unable to find any opening to strike!
He needs a chance, an opportunity to "accidentally" pick him up.
This is much more difficult than winning an honest fight.
His eyes kept wandering around Chu Ling, looking for possible flaws, or in other words, a suitable entry point for a hug.
"What is this guy doing?"
"He seems to...have been hiding?"
"No, this is too indecent to hide, look at his look!"
The disciples watching the battle gradually noticed that something was wrong.
Ye Feng’s dodge was too frivolous.
His eyes were too... focused on Chu Ling's figure.
Especially on a few occasions, he clearly could have kept a safer distance, but he chose to pass by the extremely dangerous area beside Chu Ling. His posture was so ambiguous that it left people thinking.
Where is this competition?
Clearly teasing!
Outside the martial arts stage, Nangong Xue’s face became colder and colder.
The eyes that were originally as clear as ice seemed to be condensed with eternal frost. Ye Feng’s evasive movements and wandering eyes seemed to her like naked frivolity!
This guy’s true nature is indeed hard to change!
She clearly remembered that a few months ago, she was bathing in the spiritual spring...this shameless person was actually lurking nearby!
This matter has always been a thorn in her heart...
At this moment, seeing Ye Feng doing such a "frivolous" behavior to a female disciple of Wanjian Sect in full view of the public, the anger in Nangong Xue's heart was instantly ignited.
It was a kind of anger mixed with disgust, contempt and the bottom line of being violated.
"Slut!"
The cold words were squeezed out from her red lips almost through gritted teeth.
That beautiful face was now covered with a layer of cold murderous aura.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she really wanted to rush down immediately and kill that shameless guy with one slap!
Although the guy cultivated the elixir for herself, the thorn in her heart made her heart ache.
Martial Arts Field.
Ye Feng did not notice the "death stare" from Nangong Xue.
Chu Ling missed the blow, his wrist shook slightly, and the sword force changed again.
The long sword turned into light and shadow all over the sky, covering Ye Feng's vital parts like a sudden rain.
The sword wind roared, with the sound of splitting the air.
Every sword strike was extremely precise, blocking almost all of Ye Feng's dodge routes.
But Ye Feng is like a slippery loach.
He swayed left and right in the dense sword net, sometimes leaning back and sometimes turning sideways, avoiding Chu Ling's attack at the minimum cost.
He was still thinking hard about how to complete the task.
Chu Ling's attacks were getting faster and faster, but her brows frowned slightly, and she felt Ye Feng's "not seriousness".
This kind of evasion had a playful tone, which made her a little annoyed.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, please teach me seriously!"
Chu Lingjiao shouted, and the sword force changed again, becoming more fierce, and there was even a slight tearing sound in the air.
Ye Feng complained in his heart.
Girl, I am very serious!
I am thinking very seriously about how to hold you!
This is really a technical job, and no one can tell it is intentional.
He must act as if the physical contact occurred "accidentally" in the heat of a fight.
Ye Feng also thought about being "shameless" and hugging her directly, otherwise he would die.
However, firstly, that method is a bit clumsy, and secondly, the "reverse" thing is too painful and should not be used lightly.
Opportunity!
At the moment when Chu Ling slashed his sword horizontally and turned his body slightly, Ye Feng's eyes flashed.
Now!