Immortal Touches My Head 

Chapter 6: Immortal Touches My Head 

The surrounding glow was full of auspicious energy, penetrating the sky, and spreading like flowing clouds and brocade over the four suspended arenas. 

An old man with white hair stepped on the air, with an air of immortality, and walked up step by step, standing in the center of the four-sided arena. 

The sixteen sects were slightly moved with doubt and surprise, but they also suppressed some excitement. 

No one knew the name of this old man, only that his surname was Yao, and that he held an extremely high position in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and that his martial arts skills had also reached an extremely high level. 

It is even said that he is halfway to becoming a saint. 

The old man presided over the drawing of lots at every trial meeting. 

Old man Yao flicked his sleeves, and sixty-three bamboo sticks flew out of his sleeves, evenly arranged in a row, slid into a circle, and danced around his body. Old man Yao shouted softly, "Catch them!" 

The four disciples from the sixteen sects walked to the front of their sects and spread their hands. 

There are only three people in the Han Palace Sword Sect. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the old man standing on the void and thought that this posture was really intimidating. 

He also spread out his palms. 

The old man flicked his sleeves again, and the sixty-three bamboo sticks seemed to have sensed something, dancing towards the human world like a long dragon, like rays of light falling from the sky. The rays of light fell and landed in the palms of the disciples. When the light faded, it was just a bamboo stick that couldn't be more plain. 

The sixty-three bamboo sticks were divided into two symmetrical groups, each with numbers from one to thirty-one written on them. 

Those who draw the same number will compete against each other. 

Of course, because there are only three people in the Sword Sect, there will be an extra lot numbered 32. 

The lucky person who draws number 32 will have a bye. 

All the disciples looked at the bamboo sticks in their hands with solemn expressions. 

Yu Xiaotang said softly: "31, I don't know who it is, how old are you, Second Junior Brother?" 

Zhao Nian spread out the bamboo sticks: "Sixteen." 

Yu Xiaotang asked again: "What about you, Junior Brother?" 

Lin Xuanyan spread out his palms, his face neither surprised nor happy. He shook his head gently and said calmly: "32." Yu Xiaotang was shocked and asked: "You got a bye?" 

Lin Xuanyan nodded gently, with no trace of surprise on his face. 

Pei Yuhan's expression remained unchanged when she saw this, and she shook her head helplessly. 

The two smiled at each other, as if this was something they had expected - Yu Xiaotang was so smart that he quickly understood the meaning. 

The old man who issued the lottery must have done it on purpose. 

The junior brother's cultivation was low and he could be eliminated at any time, so he was given a bye in the first round. 

The Xuanyuan Dynasty wanted to deliberately suppress or even kill the Sword Sect, so... Lin Xuanyan suddenly said: "My fellow brothers and sisters, the person you drew must be extremely difficult to deal with." 

After all the lots have been handed over to everyone. 

A small light suddenly lit up below the bamboo stick with the number engraved on it, and the light slowly outlined the name. 

That is the name of the opponent who drew the same number. 

Zhao Nian suddenly froze, his face ashen. Yu Xiaotang also looked shocked. 

Pei Yuhan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Who did you draw?" 

Zhao Nian said bitterly: "Xiao Wang." 

Yu Xiaotang said: "Zhong Hua, the young city lord of Cuiyun City." 

One has seven realms, and the other has six realms. 

Lin Xuanyan glanced at Zhao Nian,?? 

She patted his shoulder, sighed, and touched Yu Xiaotang's head again, saying, "Senior Sister, be careful." Yu Xiaotang was in a bad mood, so she didn't have time to get angry when Lin Xuanyan touched her head this time. 

The girl felt so wronged. Why did the Xuanyuan Dynasty have to be so hard on their sect that had almost lost everything? 

Pei Yuhan said softly: "It's okay." 

Yu Xiaotang looked at Pei Yuhan. The girl, who was originally a little aggrieved, suddenly had a mist between her eyebrows. She raised her hand to wipe under her eyes, raised her fist and said, "Yeah, it's okay. There is no hardship that cannot be overcome." 

Pei Yuhan's face suddenly became heavy, and she whispered: "Master has made the worst-case scenario plan. If it really doesn't work, just give up the false name of the Sword Sect. As long as people are alive, there is hope." 

Lin Xuanyan and Zhao Nian were both shocked. 

As the last sword sect of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. 

Pei Yuhan has always had an unresolved knot in her heart. 

Now she wants to let go? 

Lin Xuanyan felt somewhat relieved, but also somewhat sad. 

While the four masters and apprentices were talking, the Dao Test Conference had already begun. According to the numerical order, the first four groups of people had already arrived on the field to compete. 

Among them is Wei Ji of the Tianji faction, who is highly regarded by everyone. 

Wei Ji of the Tianji Sect wore a half-fox mask, and the other half of his face showed a man's resolute outline. 

The feminine beauty and the masculine strength of the man were shown on the same face through the mask, yet they were extremely natural. His opponent was a woman in a red tight suit, with a simple ponytail and a short skirt that only covered her thighs for the convenience of fighting. 

After a short ceremonial bow, the two leaped up and transformed into two shadows that repeatedly collided with each other, each showing off their strengths. For a moment, the four stages were full of activity, and countless strange and unusual skills that had never been seen before emerged one after another. 

Yu Xiaotang tightly grasped the bamboo stick in his hand, looking at the shadows that moved so fast and so fast, feeling very heavy. 

She walked over to Pei Yuhan and sat down. Suddenly, she thought of a question: "The magics those people practiced are all messed up. They are not all Yin-Yang magics. So they can't be considered orthodox, right?" 

Pei Yuhan explained: "You have misunderstood. Yin-Yang Dao is just a way to enter Taoism, not a specific form of magic. Just like thousands of years ago, the world strongly advocated Confucianism as the orthodox academic discipline, and the Confucian scholars finally cultivated different knowledge. Some advocated that human nature is good, some advocated that human nature is evil, some said that knowing things leads to knowledge, and some said that knowing and doing are one. They argued until the sky was dark and no one would accept the other. But their roots are all the same academic discipline, and the essence remains the same. Yin-Yang Dao is also a way to enter Taoism. There are too many ways for people to circulate Qi, and Yin-Yang Dao is one of them. Now it has indeed been proved that Yin-Yang Dao can go very far." 

Yu Xiaotang only had a vague idea, so he asked, "Is Yin-Yang Taoism equivalent to the books we read when we were in elementary school? After learning it, we can use it as the basis for other magic." 

Pei Yuhan replied: "Well, the mainstream of Yin-Yang Dao now includes the art of dual cultivation, Tai Chi, Yin-Yang Daoism, Xuan Gong, etc. In short, the forms are quite diverse. You can use the Yin-Yang Dao's luck method to control hidden weapons, activate Daoism, write and paint, and even... wield swords. It's just that due to some special reasons, my generation can't hold a sword." 

Yu Xiaotang asked: "Is it because of the grudge between Master and that person..." 

Pei Yuhan said solemnly: "Xiaotang, remember, don't say this kind of thing outside." 

Yu Xiaotang quickly covered her lips and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. After a while, she couldn't help asking, "What good will this do to those people? What does it have to do with them what other people practice?" 

Pei Yuhan explained: "There is a very strange saying here, called 'incense'. Just like a road, if no one walks on it, it will be very narrow and even overgrown with weeds. If more people walk on it, it will gradually become wider and flatter until it becomes a road. So the more people practice a Taoism, the stronger the Taoism as a whole will be. But many years ago, the Xuanyuan Dynasty had not yet seen such a situation of one dominant power. At that time, there were hundreds of schools of thought, and no one was willing to submit to anyone else. Various techniques emerged one after another, and they all occupied a place." 

Yu Xiaotang nodded, not quite understanding. 

Pei Yuhan raised his chin slightly and looked straight ahead. The battles on the four stages were fierce. 

She pulled Zhao Nian to her side and told him: "Don't force yourself when facing Xiao Wang. Just admit defeat if you are not strong enough. Don't try too hard. Master won't blame you." 

Zhao Nian hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. 

Pei Yuhan finally breathed a sigh of relief and told Xiaotang, "Xiaotang, Zhong Hua is also a well-known young genius. You must be careful not to get hurt." 

Yu Xiaotang uttered a weak "oh". 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes fell gently on Yu Xiaotang's profile, and he suddenly looked forward to Yu Xiaotang's game. 

On the stage, most people's eyes were on Wei Ji. Wei Ji's Tianji Dao focused on entering and breaking the game. His Dao method was like playing black and white Go, extremely secretive and sharp. 

The woman in red tights fought with him for more than thirty rounds before she was absolutely passive. 

There were faint black and white lines running vertically and horizontally on the stage, and Wei Ji's figure kept leaping between them, taking advantage of the situation to attack. 

Lin Xuanyan looked from a distance and saw a magnificent black line that opened and closed like a sword and axe, slashing down at the back of the girl in red. The girl in red felt the chill on her back, and she condensed her body, gathered her magic on her fist, and punched it quickly, hitting it. With a loud bang, a ray of light exploded from the tip of the girl's fist, and the girl retreated repeatedly, and Wei Ji's figure was also blasted with a black line. With the force of retreating, Wei Ji stepped on the ground, bent his knees, and used the force to move forward. His body drew a smooth curve, and black and white lines appeared between his arms, like a dragon and a snake moving. 

Waving away - the woman in red waved her fists. She was obviously a pretty girl, but her fists were as powerful as the wind. She retreated and parried at the same time. She seemed to be passively taking the beating, but in fact she still had some strength left to deal with the backhand. 

Wei Ji suddenly let out a cry, opened his arms like wings, and swung them to both sides. 

The dazzling threads were suddenly pulled away, and the red-dressed girl froze. By the time she realized the danger, it was too late. A feminine energy suddenly emerged from the ground and entangled her feet. It was extremely strong and flexible, making it difficult to break free. 

The red-dressed woman gritted her teeth and stomped her untangled foot hard, causing a strong wind to blast all around her, cutting her body wantonly. 

Yu Xiaotang exclaimed: "That girl looks younger than me, but she is so amazing." 

Lin Xuanyan said: "It's just a pity that the realm gap is too big." 

As soon as the words fell, Wei Ji's figure leaped high, and a black line silently appeared on the girl's chest. With a hissing sound, the dress was torn apart, and in the airtight strong wind, a line was split apart at some point. 

After all, she was a little girl, and when her clothes were torn, she would always feel flustered because of shame. The black and white threads kept cutting around the girl, and the sound of the clothes being torn was extremely harsh. 

The girl could no longer bear it, and with a roar, she soared into the sky. At the same time, the force that was wrapped around her right foot pulled it down violently. Because of her shame, the girl had forgotten that her right foot was restrained. 

Her body was pulled back all of a sudden, and she sat down on it. 

The surrounding strong wind dissipated instantly. 

Wei Ji had already appeared in front of her, with a black line pointing at her heart. 

The winner has been decided. 

The other stages were also full of climaxes, with many young and female heroes who had never been heard of showing their talents. 

There is another monk who is the most infuriating. He cultivates the ability to drive strange beasts. 

He used a giant prehistoric dog he had tamed to chase the monks on the opposite side all over the map, while he sat on the side and watched the show leisurely. 

The first group ended very quickly. Except for the one who let the dog bite people, the other winners were similar to what everyone guessed, with no suspense. 

The second group also includes famous celebrities. 

For example, Ye Zhiqing, the chief disciple of the Tianqing Sect, one of the six major sects. 

Another one was very unexpected. 

The daughter of the head of Yin Yang Pavilion, the useless lady who is said to be unable to practice. 

Ji Chanxi. 

There are so many young and talented disciples in Yin Yang Pavilion, why did they choose such a useless person who can't practice? It was not until everyone saw Ji Chanxi's appearance that they understood. Maybe the Pavilion Master just wanted her to show her beauty and show goodwill to Xuanmen. If the two largest sects in the world joined together, their power would be enough to rival the temple of Xuanyuan Dynasty. 

Ji Chanxi's skin was extremely white, but her clothes and hair were extremely black. The dark hem of her skirt fluttered in the strong wind, like a black tide under the Burning Ashes Peak. 

She was clearly a girl with no cultivation, but she gave people a strange feeling of being deep and majestic. 

Her opponent is a disciple of the White Robe Sect. 

His name is Bai Mu. 

The disciple was extremely amazed by the girl's appearance. Seeing her extraordinary demeanor, he felt sorry that she could not practice cultivation. If the girl was also a person of outstanding talent, there would surely be another stunning legend in the world in the future. 

Bai Mu bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry for offending you, Miss Ji." 

Ji Chanxi hummed, and her jade hand moved slightly, and a mirror suddenly appeared in her palm. Bai Mu didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression was shocked, as if he was facing a great enemy: "Eight-phase mirror?" 

There are many rules in the Dao Test Conference, such as the fighting must be stopped at a certain point, and the opponent cannot continue to hurt others after admitting defeat, and cannot use beasts that are not under one's control to hurt others, but can use magic weapons. There are many powerful magic weapons in this world, but it takes a lot of effort and magic power to refine those magic weapons. Generally speaking, young people cannot drive those high-grade magic weapons no matter how talented they are, and although low-grade magic weapons sometimes have miraculous effects, they do not have such great lethality after all. 

There are four most famous magic weapons in the world: the Qianming Armor, the Demon Refining Cauldron, the Eight-phase Mirror and the White Bone Lock. 

Ji Chanxi held the rusty, ordinary-looking bronze mirror in one hand, which had even been corroded by time. Her expression was extremely solemn. Although the mirror had been there for so long, the surface was still smooth and shiny. 

She did not answer Bai Mu's question, but turned the mirror. A bright yellow light burst out from it, and a giant warrior wearing golden scale armor and a golden helmet on his face wielded a sword and halberd in the golden light, making a rustling sound. 

Bai Mu's figure suddenly looked thinner under the giant's light. 

The Eight Phase Mirror does not need to be refined, it only recognizes bloodline. Although the power of the Eight Phase Mirror is closely related to the strength of its owner, even so, the combat power of the Eight Phases in the mirror is still extraordinary. 

Xiao Wang, who had been looking lazy, also looked serious. After a while, he relaxed and said teasingly, "I didn't expect that the Pavilion Master dotes on his daughter so much and dares to give her such a magic weapon. But her ability is too low and she can't exert even one percent of her power. She can deal with Bai Mu, but... hehe. But, Chanxi, you really look more and more beautiful the more I look at you." 

The Xuanmen's venerable looked at the famous genius boy and said, "Although Miss Ji can only rely on magic weapons, the Ji family still has a young man at the peak of the sixth realm, you must not be careless." 

Xiao Wang said indifferently: "The six realms and the seven realms, what separates them, Your Excellency should know better than anyone else." 

The Venerable said again: "It is said that the young master of the Ji family may have reached the seventh level." 

Xiao Wang rested his head on his arm and said indifferently: "Then I, Xiao, will dispel the rumors for everyone." 

The Venerable said no more and closed his eyes to rest. 

He really wanted to tell this genius from his own sect that although he was almost invincible among his peers, there were always better people out there and he should not be too arrogant. 

To avoid unexpected disasters in the future, which would cut off the path to longevity. 

Lin Xuanyan naturally recognized the girl in black dress who he had met once before. He looked at the eight-phase mirror, feeling both amused and puzzled. 

Yu Xiaotang sat in the stands, propping his chin with his hand, looking listless. 

Zhao Nian sat upright, the next round was his. 

Facing the legendary person, one can imagine how nervous he was. 

Before going on stage, Pei Yuhan said, "Just stop there. Your talent and physique are better anywhere than staying in the Sword Sect. Even if you lose the competition, you will have a bright future ahead of you." 

Zhao Nian said stubbornly: "I don't want to leave." 

Pei Yuhan sighed and said, "The storm is coming. The man on the floating island is obviously going to kill us all. Your master will help you arrange where to go for you, Xiaotang, and Xuanyan. Don't be stubborn. The most important thing is to survive." 

Yu Xiaotang asked: "What about Master?" 

Pei Yuhan smiled and said, "Master is at least a strong man at the peak of the transformation realm, and is almost invincible in the world. If you want to avoid disaster, there will be no problem." 

Yu Xiaotang said aggrievedly: "But Master, you have persisted for so many years... Is it... all because we are too weak?" 

Pei Yuhan said: "Sword Sect is just an empty name, but a belief that I want to uphold. I can't let myself cause trouble for you." 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes were fixed on the stands. He did not look back at Pei Yuhan because he was afraid that he, who was usually indifferent, would not be able to hold back his tears. 

The girl who was picked up in the snow that year should have grown up happily, achieved the realm of a sword fairy, and then walked the world, slaying evildoers, slaying spring breezes when there was a spring breeze, and slaying dragons when there was a dragon. She shouldn't have had these things on her shoulders. 

It's all my own fault. 

Yu Xiaotang was even more indignant, wondering why the best master in the world would have the worst master in the world. 

The four competitions ended quickly. 

Ji Chanxi won because of the Eight Phase Mirror, and everyone was dissatisfied. 

But it was largely because Bai Mu's realm was not high enough. If he met other masters, Ji Chanxi's chances of winning would definitely be slim with his current abilities. 

Apart from Ji Chanxi, there were no surprises in the results of the others. Next up was Xiao Wang's first match, which everyone was looking forward to. His opponent was a disciple of the Sword Sect. 

The interest of the crowd in watching the play became stronger. 

Zhao Nian walked onto the stage, silent and solemn. 

Although Xiao Wang is not tall, he is very graceful and has the bearing of a master at a young age. 

There will be no suspense in this battle. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly noticed a strange fluctuation in the air around him. 

Pei Yuhan frowned slightly and closed her eyes. After a moment, she gave Yu Xiaotang a few instructions and turned away. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the graceful figure leaving, feeling somewhat confused, but in the end he did not think too deeply about it. 

Zhao Nian saw Pei Yuhan turn around and leave. He felt a little disappointed and puzzled, but relieved. He held the sword in his hand, which was the sword chosen for him by his junior brother, Xueya. 

The Snow Fang Sword hummed and vibrated, showing the desire to fight. 

"Come on." He looked at the famous sword that had been silent for a thousand years and said in a deep voice. 

The first sword energy of the Dao Trial Conference so far was aroused, like a snow shadow passing through the sky. 

Zhao Nian had already taken the lead and had drawn his sword. Xiao Wang showed a strange look and stamped his feet slightly. The Xuanmen formation was activated with himself as the center, covering the entire place in an instant... There are also caves in the small caves. 

Pei Yuhan opened up seventy-two caves, each with a different view. Although they were virtual scenes, they were still dazzling. 

She sat in a cave, combing her hair in front of a mirror, her long black hair flowing down to her waist like a spring, her expression serene and sad, she drew her eyebrows in front of the mirror, her movements elegant but lonely - after she finished drawing her eyebrows as blue as distant mountains, a person suddenly stood at the entrance of the cave. 

Pei Yuhan sensed his presence and said calmly without even turning her head, "Congratulations, Pavilion Master Ji, you are about to reach that realm and become the only one in the world." 

Ji Yitian's face was as white as jade, and the years had left no trace on his face. This was a sign that he was about to achieve the great Dao and return to being a child again. 

He walked gracefully behind Pei Yuhan, took a carved wooden comb, and combed Pei Yuhan's hair from top to bottom. Pei Yuhan did not resist, but just looked at the mirror... 

She still looked so beautiful, just a little haggard. 

Ji Yitian said: "I didn't expect Fairy Pei to be willing to attend the appointment. I am really honored." 

Just now he secretly sent a message to Pei Yuhan, asking her to meet him in the cave, so she didn't continue to watch Zhao Nian's competition and came here. 

Pei Yuhan said: "I don't know what the Lord wants to discuss with me." 

Today she was wearing a black and white slanted collar top and an elegant dark blue pleated long skirt. The top was tucked into the waist of the skirt and tied with a blue belt, which was tied into a bow at the back, making her waist look extremely slender. 

Ji Yitian said: "Fairy Pei, I wonder if our previous agreement still counts?" 

Pei Yuhan shook her head and said, "Yuhan has other plans." 

"Oh? Fairy Pei is planning to give up the Sword Sect?" 

Pei Yuhan said: "The Sword Sect is just my wishful thinking. Now I am finally awake from my dream. It's time for Yuhan to wake up." 

Ji Yitian asked: "What about Pei Xianzi's three descendants?" 

Pei Yuhan said calmly: "Yuhan will make her own decision." 

Ji Yitian suddenly said: "Why not let them come to Yin Yang Pavilion." 

Pei Yuhan's face showed a strange expression. She naturally knew that the identity of a Yin Yang Pavilion disciple was something that many people would fight for. 

But after thinking about it, she gave up: "Don't bother me, Master." 

Ji Yitian shook his head and said, "I am not kidding the fairy. Before, I had a Yin-Yang exercise with the fairy, which benefited me a lot, so much so that I could almost break through that bottleneck." 

When thinking about the past events, Pei Yuhan's chest heaved and his face showed anger, no matter how good his character was. 

Ji Yitian ignored the sharp sword intent emanating from Pei Yuhan and combed his hair. Suddenly, he said inexplicably, "One of the Taoist masters of our pavilion has died." 

Pei Yuhan's face was normal: "It is said that the Yin Dao master has passed away. What a pity for his cultivation. Pavilion Master, please accept my condolences." 

Ji Yitian put down the comb and said slowly: "Actually, I know everything." 

Pei Yuhan asked: "What do you know?" 

Ji Yitian didn't beat around the bush and said straight to the point: "Why do you think the Yinluo Master dared to come to you that night? I asked him to test your intentions and to help him break through the bottleneck so that our pavilion would be more powerful. I never thought that he did something too much and angered the fairy. If the fairy is willing, Yitian will forgive the past for our friendship." 

Pei Yuhan took a deep breath and said, "Then please forgive me for what happened." 

Ji Yitian said: "What are the conditions for letting bygones be bygones? I don't think I need to say more." 

Pei Yuhan said in a deep voice: "Yuhan's heart knot has been resolved, don't threaten me anymore." 

"Hey, in fact, you and I both know that if the fairy really had a plan, she would not have come to the appointment." Ji Yitian said: "With the fairy's cultivation, I naturally can't do anything to you. But what about the fairy's three disciples? Although I know that the fairy must have found a way out for them, but...if my Yin Yang Pavilion insists on opposing them, which sect dares to take them in?" 

Pei Yuhan bit her lips tightly, her body trembling slightly. She was furious, and the sword lying across her knees also sensed the anger of its owner and made a slight sound. 

Ji Yitian's hands suddenly returned to Pei Yuhan's full chest, and he pressed the red bean-like protrusion with ease, kneading it gently through her clothes. 

With a sudden force, Ji Yitian's five fingers sank deeply into the breast flesh. After playing with it for a while, he patted Pei Yuhan's plump breasts and said, "It has happened so many times before, why should it be this time. I, Ji Yitian, swear that after this time, Yin Yang Pavilion will protect your apprentice, and as for the fairy's freedom, I will not interfere again." 

...On the stage, the sword energy was like snow, gushing out like anger. Zhao Nian's sword tip and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Wang's constantly changing figure on the stage. 

A punch with the force of wind and thunder struck out, defeating a stream of icy sword energy. Zhao Nian sensed his position, took the initiative, and shot out, with the tip of his sword pointing at an empty space. 

Xiao Wang let out a cry, and his figure appeared in the air. He formed a circle in front of him at an extremely fast speed. It was a soft force that stuck to the sword energy tightly, just like running water wearing away the corners of a stone. The murderous sword energy was worn away by circles. Zhao Nian wanted to draw back the sword but found that he couldn't pull it out. 

Bang! 

A punch suddenly came at his lower abdomen, Zhao Nian had no way to avoid it, and he was hit hard in the abdomen, and his body flew backwards. 

Snow Fang screamed and tried his best to move forward, trying to offset the impact of the attack. 

Zhao Nian's body somersaulted several times in the air, and finally he touched the ground with his toes, using the tip of the sword to support his body to maintain balance. 

Xiao Wang was unyielding, punching out powerful and fierce winds one after another, as if the air was exploding, and thunder rumbled in his ears. 

Zhao Nian swallowed a mouthful of blood and glanced at the empty space. 

I thought that I had to hold on until Master came out no matter what. 

This might be his last competition in the trial meeting. 

No matter how badly he lost, he wanted his master to see it. 

He held the sword in both hands and began to run, his whole body transformed into a powerful sword energy and fiercely smashed towards Xiao Wang who was coming towards him. 

"I had used a sleight of hand before I came here, so no one knew I was here." Ji Yitian added at the end to dispel her doubts - he clearly felt Pei Yuhan's body gradually relax, and although she didn't say anything, she obviously agreed. 

He looked at Pei Yuhan's elegant and charming outfit, and recalled everything that happened before. The proud body wrapped in the clothes made him even more excited. 

He placed the sword on Pei Yuhan's knees on the table, supported her back with one hand, lifted her knees with the other, and lifted Pei Yuhan up, strode towards the bed, and threw her onto the soft green quilt. Pei Yuhan lay on the bed with her back up, with no expression on her beautiful face. 

Ji Yitian was originally practicing the art of dual cultivation of yin and yang, so he could do whatever he wanted. He threw Pei Yuhan onto the bed, and then threw himself onto the bed. Looking at Pei Yuhan's cold face, his eyes were filled with lust, and he thought to himself, when have you ever not been so reserved and cold at the beginning, but in the end, you still got fucked until you were wet? 

He first removed Pei Yuhan's embroidered shoes, revealing her jade feet wrapped in white socks. Ji Yitian played with her jade feet, kneading the soft soles of her feet repeatedly in his palms. 

Pei Yuhan was still struggling in her heart, wanting to push him away, but she thought of Zhao Nian who was still fighting for the sect, Xiaotang who was also facing a strong enemy, and the somewhat lazy little disciple Lin Xuanyan. 

She could no longer exert any strength in her body, and Ji Yitian continued to caress and play with her. 

At some point, the shoes and socks had been thrown on the ground. Ji Yitian's hands touched the seductive legs under the green pleated long skirt. He rubbed the smooth legs with his cheek and leaned forward. 

The other hand mercilessly reached into the collar, explored the secrets, and pinched the plump breasts that pushed the collar up high. The breasts were soft and smooth. He kneaded and played with them in the clothes, grabbing the breasts and squeezing them hard, causing Pei Yuhan's face to flush. 

Ji Yitian breathed softly into her ear and asked softly, "Do you want it, fairy?" 

Pei Yuhan said unhappily: "Stop talking nonsense!" 

Ji Yitian smiled slightly and kissed those soft red lips unexpectedly. He kept kissing her and used the tip of his tongue to pry open Pei Yuhan's lips. Pei Yuhan subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her pretty face, trying her best to avoid his kiss. 

Ji Yitian stretched out his other hand and stroked her thigh upwards. The blue pleated skirt was also pushed upwards with his big hand, revealing her seductive and slender thighs. Under his provocation, he felt Pei Yuhan's nipples gradually harden. Ji Yitian changed his position, with his legs spread on both sides of her waist, almost pressing his whole body on Pei Yuhan's body. He had already pulled his hand out of his chest and watched Pei Yuhan's magnificent chest rise and fall with her breathing. 

Ji Yitian was aroused by lust and began to unbutton her clothes. He unbuttoned her black and white slanted collared coat, and there was only a moon-white lace-patterned bra between her beautiful breasts. The bra tightly bound her snow-white breasts, revealing a large area of ​​smooth snow-white flesh. Ji Yitian used his hands to pinch the large area of ​​breast flesh that overflowed from the bra, and the hard and erect nipples could be vaguely seen on the soft bra. 

Ji Yitian grabbed the center of the bra and pulled it down. Without much resistance, the bra was pulled under the chest, revealing the two magnificent and tall breasts. He buried his head in the delicate buds, gently stroking and biting them with his teeth, and licking the breasts with his tongue deftly. From time to time, he sucked hard, which made the beauty's pink back slightly straighten and her body involuntarily rise. 

After playing with and kneading her breasts for a while, Ji Yitian turned her body over and ripped off the bow tied with the belt. 

Without the restraint of the belt, the dress suddenly loosened up, and he pulled out the clothes tucked into the skirt and pulled it down. 

Pei Yuhan subconsciously grabbed the edge of her skirt to stop him. 

Ji Yitian said with a smile: "Please let go, Fairy. It has come to this. What's the point of struggling?" 

Pei Yuhan seemed to have a knot in her heart and was still a little hesitant, and then she heard a snap. 

Ji Yitian slapped the elastic buttocks hard and said sternly: "Let go!" 

Before Pei Yuhan could make any move, he slapped her again, hitting her buttocks twice. Pei Yuhan's body shook, and she let go of his hands. The skirt was easily taken off, flowing down her smooth thighs to the ground. Ji Yitian lifted her waist and took off her snow-white panties. After a while, Pei Yuhan was stripped naked, with her clothes scattered all over the ground, a mess. 

Ji Yitian didn't give her any chance to breathe. He turned her body over, touched her warm thighs with his fingers, slid upwards, and came to the inside of her thighs, "Spread your legs." 

Although Pei Yuhan was extremely reluctant, she did not disobey. She slightly spread her slender thighs and looked down. She saw that the two thin and thick labia under the soft black grass slightly opened, vaguely revealing the tender pink flesh. Although it was not the first time, every time she saw it, she felt it was so perfect. Ji Yitian pressed his fingers on the slightly erect little flesh ball, repeatedly pressing and stimulating it. At this moment, Pei Yuhan could only rely on frowning and moaning beautifully, twisting her body slightly to vent the pleasure. 

Ji Yitian played with the delicate breast with one hand, kneading it wantonly, and rubbed and kneaded between the open thighs and the flesh hole with the other hand. As his hands squeezed, the jade hole opened and closed, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and water threads had already appeared. Ji Yitian's fingers were stained with a lot of water threads, and he was obviously very satisfied. His fingers quietly penetrated into it. 

"Hmm!" Pei Yuhan subconsciously tightened her legs. Her two fingers were clamped between her legs, and the flesh of her vagina wrapped around her fingers even more tightly, becoming extremely tight. 

His other hand grasped her left breast like chopsticks, and the already hard and erect nipple became even more engorged and enlarged after being played with like this. 

Pei Yuhan couldn't help but hum. 

Ji Yitian said gently: "It's the last time anyway, Fairy Pei, just scream as much as you can, no one can hear you, just scream if you feel good, why suppress yourself?" 

"Hmm...Hmm..." 

Pei Yuhan didn't want to scream, but before she could finish her words, her legs were grabbed by the other party. Because she was very flexible, she was pressed onto his shoulders! 

Not only was her lower body completely exposed, but her pink buttocks were also lifted up from the quilt. 

A hard and hot object touched her lower body. Before she could get used to it, it penetrated her mercilessly and penetrated deeply into her body. Her two labia blossomed like flowers, swallowing the thick and long penis. The penis went in and out, her vagina was flying, her vagina was splashing, and her wrinkled flesh walls were rubbed, hitting her again and again like a wave. Pei Yuhan could no longer hold back and let out a long and gentle moan. 

Ji Yitian was afraid that others would suspect him if he stayed awake for too long, so he didn't try to lock up his semen. The sex stopped very quickly, and Pei Yuhan lay naked on the bed, her long hair spread out like seaweed. 

Her chest, which had been rubbed red, rose and fell slightly, and her eyes were full of watery colors. 

Ji Yitian slapped her hips vigorously, leaving several scarlet palm marks. He teased, "Your disciple is being beaten now, and so are you. You are truly a master and disciple of one mind!" He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and used his palms to knead and slap her breasts, buttocks, thighs and other private parts. 

The obscene sound echoed for a long time in the narrow room. 

...Zhao Nian was covered in wounds and was about to collapse. 

He looked at Pei Yuhan's empty seat and felt empty inside. 

So much time has passed, and I have been struggling for so long, why hasn't the master appeared yet? 

He didn't want to fall down, he wanted to take one more look at his master before falling down - you see, I have been able to hold on for so long in the face of Xiao Wangwo, I am really amazing, right... Blood stained his long clothes and kept dripping along the tip of the sword. 

Zhao Nian was supported only by a breath of determination. 

The others had already finished their competition, so naturally everyone's eyes were focused here. 

The audience went from originally disdainful of the Sword Sect to now showing respect from the bottom of their hearts. 

Xiao Wang was somewhat annoyed but also somewhat respectful. 

This was his first time to fight in public, he wanted to do it cleanly and quickly, but he didn't expect it to take so long. 

He originally thought that the opponent was only at the fourth level, but he didn't expect that he was already at the peak of the fifth level. The battle was full of sword energy and danger. Because the sword was an excellent sword, he fought Xiao Wang to a standstill at the beginning of the battle. However, the gap in hard power was still difficult to make up with swords and passion. 

Xiao Wang looked at him who was covered in wounds, and he actually felt a little bit of pity. He sighed and said, "Just admit defeat." 

Zhao Nian looked over there, but there was still no one there. He was unwilling to accept this. 

Lin Xuanyan frowned tightly. He knew why Zhao Nian was supporting him so hard. He looked at the entrance of the cave and had a bad feeling. The source of this bad feeling was that he found that the head of Yin Yang Pavilion was also gone. 

Seeing that Zhao Nian was so seriously injured but still refused to admit defeat, Yu Xiaotang was so anxious that he almost cried: "If this continues, Junior Brother will die..." 

Lin Xuanyan said in a deep voice: "Wait a moment, I'll go find my master." After saying that, he immediately walked towards the cave. 

Just as we reached the entrance of the cave, the figure in the green pleated long skirt finally appeared. 

When Yu Xiaotang saw this, he immediately ran over and held his master's hand, saying tearfully: "Master, if you don't come out, I will die..." 

Pei Yuhan looked at the blood-stained figure from afar. Her heart was broken. 

Xiao Wang looked at him, and Zhao Nian suddenly laughed. 

He delivered the last sword. 

Xiao Wang didn't even use his Taoist magic to resist, but looked at him with pity as he was already at the end of his strength. 

However, this sword had no killing power at all. Before it could even touch Xiao Wang, he collapsed due to exhaustion. Xue Ya fell to the ground, wailing. 

Like the last snow falling at the end of February. 

Xiao Wang, wins. 

Lin Xuanyan stood there in silence. When they passed each other just now, he smelled the strange smell on Pei Yuhan. He knew what it was and what had happened. 

"Yin Yang Pavilion..." He muttered to himself, his eyes calm but fierce. 

Pei Yuhan flew to the field, and his sword wrapped around Zhao Nian's wounded body like a flowing cloud, and brought him back to the Sword Sect's stand. 

Lin Xuanyan quietly looked at his second senior brother Zhao Nian who had fainted after being helped back. His sword suit was all red, and the smell of blood filled his nose. 

As long as I, Lin Xuanyan, am alive, Yin Yang Pavilion will never exist in this world. 

The young man clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart... While Pei Yuhan was healing Zhao Nian, he relied on his intuition to come to one of the seventy-two small caves. 

That place was very inconspicuous and was arranged as a small room. 

Lin Xuanyan pushed the door open and walked in. The layout was extremely simple, with only a bed and a bronze mirror. 

Lin Xuanyan sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at himself for a moment, and then smiled self-deprecatingly. 

"What have you accomplished in practicing Taoism for five hundred years?" 

He smashed the bronze mirror in one fell swoop, and the bronze mirror, which was originally a virtual image, instantly turned into a ball of mottled mist. Lin Xuanyan stood up and walked to the bed. He opened the quilt and took a look at a moon-white nude flowered bra. It was greasy and stained with liquid. He knew what it was without thinking! 

He didn't expect Ji Yitian to shoot that kind of dirty stuff into Yu Han's place. When he thought that he might even shoot his semen into Yu Han's pure body, his heart felt like it was being held tightly by a hand. He tightly grasped the bra which was still warm with semen, and felt extremely depressed. 

Zhao Nian fought desperately, while Yu Han was being raped and raped by that kind of person. 

What else can I do? 

Bang! 

He threw the bra back on the bed, picked up the quilt and lifted it to cover it again; feeling depressed, he came to the table and flicked his hand, and the bronze mirror reappeared. 

He pushed the door open and left, as if he had never been there. 

Although Zhao Nian was seriously injured, fortunately most of the injuries were external. 

Pei Yuhan protected his heart meridians and used the secret healing method of Han Palace to repair his damaged body bit by bit. Yu Xiaotang finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Zhao Nian's body gradually recover. 

Pei Yuhan felt very uncomfortable. Her apprentice was struggling to get a glimpse of her, while she was doing obscene things in the cave. Not only was she stripped naked and played with, but she was also fucked so hard that she screamed in pleasure! 

When she thought of this, her eyes turned red. She made up her mind at this moment. If Ji Yitian dared to break his promise, she would go all out to attack Yin Yang Pavilion and kill them all, regardless of age. She would kill as many as she could! 

Pei Yuhan looked at Yu Xiaotang, who was in tears, and comforted him: "Junior brother is fine now. Don't try to force yourself like him in your competition later. If you can't win, just admit defeat. No one will blame you." 

"oh..." 

The third round of competition is about to end, and Yu Xiaotang's competition is about to begin. 

Yu Xiaotang came out of the cave and saw Lin Xuanyan standing there looking at her. She had never seen Lin Xuanyan with such an expression before. 

She couldn't tell whether the look was calm or angry. At that moment, she felt that her junior brother had aged a lot. 

"What's wrong..." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her and said seriously: "Zhao Nian has already lost. Senior sister, you can't lose again." 

Yu Xiaotang was startled and said aggrievedly: "But that Zhong Hua..." 

Lin Xuanyan said solemnly: "I believe you can win! Because - you are Yu Xiaotang, you are my senior sister!" 

Yu Xiaotang didn't dare to nod. 

There is already such a huge gap between their cultivation levels, not to mention their proficiency in magic. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Xiaotang, come here." 

Because he was shocked by Lin Xuanyan's aura, Yu Xiaotang really went over obediently. 

Lin Xuanyan reached out his hand and held her head, just like he usually did. He rubbed Yu Xiaotang's head. This time, Yu Xiaotang did not shrink her head to avoid him, and he still rubbed her hair, which he had carefully combed, into a mess like a chicken coop. 

He seems to like touching his head very much, he always rubs his head like this. 

But I am the senior sister... At this moment, Yu Xiaotang suddenly felt that her aura seemed to have changed, but she couldn't tell why. 

Before Yu Xiaotang could figure it out, Lin Xuanyan patted her shoulder. She subconsciously raised her head and their eyes met. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Xiaotang, have you heard of this saying?" 

Yu Xiaotang was stunned: "What?" 

Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath, his eyes dim and his voice dim, as if he was telling a shocking secret: "The immortal touched my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality!"