One-inch Sword Seizes Great Fortune

Chapter 8: One-inch Sword Seizes Great Fortune 

"This move is really magnificent, and it has the image of our royal family. It's a pity that it's a sword move." Behind the woman in green skirt, the man with the bright yellow robe opened came over, looking at the light gushing out from afar and tearing the black clouds, his eyes were leisurely. 

Lu Jiajing's hairpin was messy, her skirt was half-undone, revealing half of her beautiful breasts. She said coldly, "What about the sword moves?" 

The man in the yellow robe tugged at his collar and said calmly, "Don't worry. Although we have paid a lot to make friends with Fuyu this time, and even you have to be used as a tool to express our sincerity, we are not stupid. We can't expect that they will cooperate with us just because we are sincere enough. So we won't go against a little girl. But if those people in the sky insist on suppressing her and destroying her sword bone, I can't stop her." 

Lu Jiajing listened quietly, and only spoke after he finished speaking: "I don't care about the decline of the sword. I am the palace master who inherited the dynasty, so I naturally have to work hard for the dynasty." 

The yellow-robed man said indifferently: "Then why did you still do that? Not only did you lose half of your cultivation and your Dao heart, but you were almost deflowered by those 'wild dogs'." 

Lu Jiajing looked normal, but her pupils were slightly dim. 

The yellow robed man sighed and said, "So what if you are in the realm of transformation? Above the realm of transformation is the realm of sage. Do you, Lu Jiajing, really think that you can reason with those people just because you have reached the realm of transformation?" 

Lu Jiajing said coldly: "You won't understand." 

The man in the yellow robe slapped her already naked buttocks hard and said angrily: "Okay, I don't know. Then I know how to fuck your asshole. If you are not lucky enough to enjoy your red pill, then you can use this instead!" 

The man in the yellow robe suddenly grabbed her waist. Lu Jiajing moaned and shook her arms to resist, but in the end she didn't have much resistance and was pulled back by him. The man suddenly picked up her legs and carried her to the jade couch in Jietian Tower. 

He climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Lu Jiajing, unbuttoned his pants, and his thick cock popped out instantly, slapping Lu Jiajing's face, leaving a scarlet mark with a slap. Lu Jiajing turned her head away, her face extremely angry, but still did not flare up. 

The man in yellow robe pinched her face and said, "Many years ago, I saw you in Qingmu Palace. I was obsessed with you after a glimpse of you. I thought about you day and night but couldn't get you. But how could you notice me at that time? It was a luxury to say a word to you at that time. You were so cold and silent at that time, like a mute. What about now? Palace Master Lu, my goddess. You can't sleep if I don't fuck your asshole to pieces today." 

"You are just... um... well..." A cock was stuffed into her half-open mouth, blocking her from saying anything else. 

The penis thrust in and out mercilessly, in and out between her red lips. Lu Jiajing's cheeks sank slightly, and she wanted to bite it off, but he thrust too fast, and she couldn't exert any strength at all. 

Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and a few strands of her long dark blue hair were casually stained on her pretty face. She shook her head slightly, trying to break free, her beautiful eyes half closed, and she made a mumbling sound. 

The man in the yellow robe had already placed his two big hands on the pigeon egg-like soft breasts, wantonly flirting with them. The bra was pulled off at random, and the green skirt was placed under her body, which was wrinkled and spotted with semen. 

"Hmm." 

The man in yellow robe suddenly held her breasts, and she kept making grunting sounds, pressing and pushing his thighs with both hands, trying to break free. 

Without any warning, a stream of hot semen burst out of Lu Jiajing's mouth and went straight into her throat. Lu Jiajing twisted her body vigorously, pushed the yellow-robed man away, and kept coughing. 

The yellow-robed man's penis was pushed out, and he sat aside, watching with interest the white semen that occasionally flowed from the corner of his mouth. Lu Jiajing coughed and picked up a secret-colored lotus cup beside the bed, lowered her head, and spit the semen into it. Finally, she stretched out her green jade fingers to wipe the last bit of semen that overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and then she slowly panted, staring at Lu Jiajing with sharp eyes, her expression almost wanted to kill. 

The man in the yellow robe didn't care, he laughed loudly, grabbed Lu Jiajing's pink lotus jade disk, and pulled her into his arms. Lu Jiajing looked fierce, but she didn't put up too much resistance, I don't know if she couldn't or didn't want to. 

He held Lu Jiajing's beautiful back with one hand, leaned forward, and took hold of the uncovered jade peaks. Sometimes he bit and sucked the snowy peaks with his whole mouth, and sometimes he only held the erect buds that were engorged with blood, and gently rubbed them with his teeth. 

Mouth-filling fragrance. 

The man in the yellow robe opened his mouth and pinched the nipple that was wet from being sucked. He pinched, flicked, and twisted it for a while, then sank his five fingers deep into it, and the breast flesh that rose and fell slightly with his breathing was ravaged into an attractive pink color. 

The man in the yellow robe leaned over and kissed her dark blue hair, and asked, "Palace Master Lu, how do you feel?" 

Lu Jiajing was played with by this man without saying a word, her lips tightly pursed, her beautiful face, like a fairy descending from heaven, showed no anger or joy, only a coldness that penetrated deep into her bones. 

The man in the yellow robe snorted coldly: "If you don't speak now, don't beg for mercy later." 

Lu Jiajing, who was stripped naked, remained silent, but her pretty face was clearly filled with annoyance. 

The man turned Lu Jiajing over, and his eyes followed her delicate pink back all the way down, across her slender waist and the curve between her round buttocks, and saw the tender red jade hole hidden between her buttocks. The jade clam was neither fat nor thin, and it was shining with water. 

The yellow-robed man sighed regretfully, then used both hands to forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her most private light brown anus. 

He gently grasped and kneaded the soft and plump buttocks, then reached out and pressed the small fleshy bud on the honey hole, his fingers circled around it, gradually arousing Lu Jiajing's most instinctive sexual desire. 

Lu Jiajing's body twitched slightly, and her slender waist twisted slightly. Even with such a subtle movement, she still looked full of erotic temptation. 

He opened the two white buttocks again and looked closely at the half-open and half-retracted anus. 

He inserted two fingers deep into it, and they were instantly tightly wrapped. He bent them slightly, hooked them on the intestinal wall and pulled them up. 

Lu Jiajing cried out in pain, and her body arched upwards along with the fingers, until she was in a kneeling position. 

He did not withdraw his fingers until Lu Jiajing's waist was bent to the extreme. The man in the yellow robe looked at her extremely graceful figure and could not help but pat her plump buttocks that looked even more upturned because of her kneeling. For a moment, her buttocks rolled and her aura was overwhelming. 

The man in the yellow robe knelt behind her, legs apart, his thick penis already pressed against the crack of her buttocks, hot and eager to try. 

He reached out and dipped some water into the wet vagina, then applied it to the somewhat dry anus. 

Although Lu Jiajing knew what would happen to her body, she still twitched instinctively. 

The man in the yellow robe kneaded and slapped the snow-white buttocks, and slowly said: "Lu Jiajing, no matter how many people will ride you in the future, no matter how many people will have sex with you, no matter how many people will pour semen into you, but today, you are just my slave, a big-breasted slave girl whose asshole I will fuck!" 

... 

The dark clouds on the stage had long since dissipated, and the sky was clear and blue. 

Yu Xiaotang used the sword to support her body, but the sword was unable to bear the sword's power. Ice-crack marks covered the iron sword, just like her body, and it could collapse at any time. 

Zhong Hua, who had fallen out of the black cloud, opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but his eyes went dark and he fainted. 

After confirming that he had fallen, Yu Xiaotang's last tense nerve loosened, his body collapsed, and he also passed out. 

The elders of the two disciples quickly came on stage and took their respective disciples back. 

The red-robed referee who announced the winner was stunned for a long time. It was not until the two were taken away from the field that he said in an uncertain tone: "Yu Xiaotang...wins?" 

Yu Xiaotang lay in Yu Han's arms, her breath was weak, her face was as pale as paper, and she looked completely bloodless. She flew back from the stage, her hair was disheveled, she glanced at Lin Xuanyan out of the corner of her eye, and immediately entered the cave. 

Ji Yitian looked at Pei Yuhan's back with deep eyes. 

Lin Xuanyan was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed wildly and shouted to the Yin Yang Pavilion disciples who were still stunned: "Come on, take the money. Your one hundred taels, your green and yellow jade seal, don't hide them, I am willing to accept the loss." 

Ji Chanxi turned around, leaned against the railing, and suddenly picked up the eight-phase mirror to look at her face. She combed her dark hair with her hands, her eyes flickered, and no one knew what she was thinking. 

It was not until Lin Xuanyan, who was squatting on the ground collecting money, called out, "Miss Ji, it's time to collect the money," that she put away the mirror and walked quietly to the room. 

She picked up a silver ingot and looked at it for a long time, her pretty face expressionless and cold. 

Lin Xuanyan wondered if this girl was a bit naive, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?" 

Ji Chanxi said slowly: "It turns out that money is so easy to make." 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes widened: "Huh?" 

At some point, a feminine-looking man walked up behind Ji Chanxi, squatted down and touched her hair, and said softly, "Chanxi, if you need money, just ask me. I'm so sad for you." 

Lin Xuanyan glanced at him, Ji Xinian, the most outstanding young man in Yin Yang Pavilion. 

He was extremely feminine and beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, long eyebrows, and a dark color at the corners of his eyes. At first glance, he looked like an actor without removing his makeup, so beautiful that many women would feel ashamed of themselves. 

Ji Xinian didn't even look at Lin Xuanyan. He helped his sister straighten her messy clothes and said, "Sister, don't worry about your cultivation. Although you never say it, I know that you won't be bullied as long as your brother is around." 

Ji Chanxi thought for a moment and said, "No." 

Ji Xinian rubbed her head, feeling a little distressed: "Sister, don't be so stubborn. Every time I see you go to Fenhui Peak to see the mountains and the sea, I feel that I am not qualified for the job." 

Ji Chanxi said: "I like to watch it." 

Ji Xinian said helplessly: "Then listen to your brother, don't wear such a short skirt next time you compete." 

The girl in the knee-length black skirt looked confused, "Why?" 

Ji Xinian rubbed his temple, not knowing how to explain. 

At this time, Ji Chanxi, who had a cold face, suddenly smiled. She blinked and said, "Actually, I know everything." 

Ji Xinian also laughed, thinking that my sister is not stupid. 

Unexpectedly, Ji Chanxi said, "You're worried that my calves will get cold, but it's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold." 

"..." 

Lin Xuanyan listened to their conversation silently, wondering how this girl with a cold face could be so silly and cute inside? 

At this moment, Ji Chanxi suddenly looked at him, and their eyes met. Not sure if it was an illusion, Lin Xuanyan actually saw a hint of cunning in her deep pupils. 

He smiled helplessly, put away the silver and walked towards the cave. 

He rubbed his face and felt a headache. Yu Han and some people behind the scenes must have many questions after seeing that sword. How should they write it off? 

Inside the cave, Zhao Nian had slowly woken up. He saw Pei Yuhan carrying the dying girl in his arms. His expression tensed up and he quickly asked, "What happened to Senior Sister?" 

Pei Yuhan did not answer, but quickly put her down on the black ice bed and sat on it herself, sitting behind her in a meditation posture, pressing her back with both hands, and continuously infusing her with true energy. 

Xiaotang's injury was more serious than she had imagined. The sword was so powerful that it even directly affected her sword bone. It would be difficult to recover without half a year of recuperation. 

Pei Yuhan continued to transmit Qi to heal her heart, internal organs, skin, blood and flesh. 

Xiaotang can only repair the sword bone bit by bit by himself. 

She didn't stop until her face turned pale, and she looked at Xiaotang, who was breathing weakly, and slowly let out a sigh of relief. 

Zhao Nian asked nervously, "What happened to Senior Sister? Are you okay?" 

Pei Yuhan shook her head: "The injury is very serious and it won't heal in a short time." 

Zhao Nian looked painful, gritting his teeth and said: "Zhong Hua was so harsh on a woman! I...ah..." 

Pei Yuhan said: "Zhong Hua's situation may be worse than Xiao Tang's." 

"Ah?" Zhao Nian looked at her in surprise. 

Pei Yuhan said slowly, "Xiaotang won." 

"What?" Zhao Nian rubbed his ears subconsciously, thinking he had heard it wrong. 

Zhong Hua, the young master of Cuiyun City, had entered the sixth realm at a young age and was already famous. Only Xiao Wang could overshadow him. 

At this time, Lin Xuanyan appeared at the entrance of the cave in white. Pei Yuhan turned to look at him with a complicated expression. 

She blessed Zhao Nian and said, "Take care of Xiaotang first." Then she turned to Lin Xuanyan and said, "Xuanyan, come here. I have something to ask you." 

Lin Xuanyan said "oh" and followed Pei Yuhan into one of the seventy-two caves. 

This cave is built into a small courtyard, with bamboo shadows and a quiet lotus pond, nothing new. 

Pei Yuhan didn't waste any words and asked directly: "Where did you learn the magic sword technique from? Do you know that this sword almost took Xiaotang's life?" 

Lin Xuanyan said sternly: "The backlash of this sword is very severe, but Xiaotang will not die. He will be fine after recuperation for a month or so. I know this." 

"Do you know the answer?" Pei Yuhan said angrily, "Do you know how many people have gone astray by practicing this sword in the past thousand years? Xiaotang is still so young, what guarantee can you give?" 

Lin Xuanyan replied: "That's because they practiced in the wrong way." 

Pei Yuhan looked at him and suddenly said coldly: "You are not from the Lin family." 

Lin Xuanyan was shocked, thinking that you finally figured out my identity. Although I had intended to conceal it, it doesn't matter if I can't hide it anymore... 

Pei Yuhan interrupted his thoughts: "Are you sent by the Northern Territory Demon Clan? Or...the Northern Territory Demon Clan wants to use you to win me over to the Demon Clan and become a pawn to annex the dynasty." 

Lin Xuanyan said helplessly: "Master, you think too much." 

Pei Yuhan said sternly: "No matter what your purpose is, since you call me Master, I will temporarily accept you as my disciple. Even if you are really a spy of the demon clan, as long as you don't harm Xiaotang and Zhao Nian, I will not care about you. As for the demon clan's plot against the Xuanyuan Dynasty, I don't care." 

Lin Xuanyan was overwhelmed with emotions and wanted to explain himself, but he didn't know what to say. He raised his head and his eyes fell on Pei Yuhan's surging chest. Under the bright light, the snow-white clothes were even slightly transparent, and the proudly standing tender red buds could be seen. 

He knew Pei Yuhan didn't even have time to put on a new bra after they were done. 

She herself did not notice that there was a little bulge on her chest that aroused people's reverie. 

This beautiful scene is for your own enjoyment, and you must not let outsiders feast their eyes on it. 

He took out a clean moon-white bra from his arms at an inopportune moment and said, "I found this in a room. It must have been left behind by Master accidentally. I'm giving it back to Master. Master, please keep it well and be more careful next time." 

Pei Yuhan looked at the clean and dried bra and then she remembered that she was naked under her robe. When she thought of Ji Yitian's humiliation, she felt angry. Although she didn't know how Lin Xuanyan found it, his action made her even more angry. She took a deep breath, snatched the bra, and held it tightly. She pressed one hand on the top of Lin Xuanyan's head. With a force, Lin Xuanyan's knees bent and he was forced to kneel on the ground. 

"Evil disciple!" Pei Yuhan held him tightly and said with gritted teeth. 

Pei Yuhan asked angrily, "Which hand do you usually hold the sword with?" 

Lin Xuanyan was suddenly frightened and had a bad feeling, but looking at Pei Yuhan's fierce face, he answered truthfully: "Right hand." 

Pei Yuhan turned around and broke off a bamboo stick, then grabbed Lin Xuanyan's left hand. 

"ah!" 

Lin Xuanyan screamed. 

The thin bamboo whipped Lin Xuanyan's left palm with a snapping sound, causing excruciating pain. 

Papapapa, Lin Xuanyan's palm twitched, and his five fingers were flexed and stretched continuously. 

Pei Yuhan calmed down after being beaten several times, but she still scolded: "It is indeed wrong for a master to do that, and it can even be said to be a crime. But you are still young, and the master does not care about your background, but just hopes that you will not become one of those obscene people." 

Lin Xuanyan remained silent and didn't listen to her at all. He just thought to himself that the little girl was really rebellious and he would definitely pay her back double in the future! 

ah... 

Another slap on the palm of her hand, Pei Yuhan said sternly, "Are you listening?" 

Lin Xuanyan quickly said: "Yes, Master, I know I was wrong." 

Snap, snap. 

There were several more red marks on his palms. Lin Xuanyan grimaced in pain and tried to pull his hand back, but Pei Yuhan held his wrist tightly and he couldn't move at all. He wanted to cry but couldn't: "Master, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me." 

"ah..." 

Another heavy slap on the palm of his hand left a bright red bamboo whip mark. 

Without the protection of mana, this attack would be devastating. 

The pungent pain makes the pores stand up. 

"Master, please spare my life!" Lin Xuanyan said quickly, no longer caring about his dignity. 

Pei Yuhan let out a breath, her pretty face already showing anger. She felt a little sorry for Lin Xuanyan's red palms after being beaten, but after a moment she was resolute in her belief that she was doing this for the good of her disciple. Her master had warned her not to be overbearing towards her disciples. 

Lin Xuanyan didn't realize that he had been tricked again, and his palms were slapped many times. 

Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan who kept begging for mercy, feeling a little sorry for him. 

She threw the bamboo stick aside and said coldly, "Reflect on yourself. Get up again in three hours." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her graceful figure as she left, which was as clear as snow that was not stained by the dust of the world. 

He looked at his red left palm again and pursed his lips into a straight line. 

I have been in power for so many years, when have I ever been treated like this? 

The problem is that the one who bullied him was not someone else but his most beloved disciple. 

It seems that I spoiled her too much in the past. I will remember today's revenge in my heart. When I recover from this, I will definitely teach you a lesson! 

Lin Xuanyan picked up the bamboo stick from the ground, looked at it for a while, swore an oath in his heart, and then put the bamboo stick, which was essentially an illusion created by magic power, into his arms. 

Alas... He suddenly sighed. 

I was a little confused. What had happened to me in the past six months? Why did my mentality really become like that of a teenager? 

... 

On the second morning, Lin Xuanyan slowly woke up, rubbed his still aching palms, and looked at Yu Xiaotang on the bed in front of him. Xiaotang's breathing had stabilized, but he was still unconscious. 

Pei Yuhan stayed by her side all night long and did not sleep. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Senior sister probably won't be able to participate in today's competition." 

Pei Yuhan hummed, thought for a moment and said, "This way there will only be 31 participants, and there will be one bye." 

Lin Xuanyan naturally knew what she meant. He shook his head and said, "It's not my turn this time." 

Pei Yuhan nodded and said, "That's right, it seems they want to kill us all." 

"What about Senior Sister's matter?" 

Pei Yuhan knew that he was not asking about physical matters, so after thinking for a moment, he answered: "This matter can be big or small. After all, the sword of the Demon Sect was widely circulated thousands of years ago, and almost every sword practitioner knows its mental formula. It is not strange for the disciples of the Sword Sect to learn this sword." 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "Knowing is one thing, but whether or not you can use it is another matter." 

"So what do you think?" Pei Yuhan asked. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "If those people really want to kill the Sword Sect, they will definitely start with Xiaotang's Demon Sect swordsmanship. This is the first time in a thousand years that someone has used this legendary sword. They will even say that Xiaotang is the reincarnation of the Demon Sect leader from three thousand years ago and must be killed, and then force the Sword Sect to release him. Master will naturally not agree, and then he will have a reason to completely break with the Sword Sect." 

Pei Yuhan's expression was gloomy and solemn. She had also considered what Lin Xuanyan said last night. However, if those people really did this, she didn't know what else she could do except to completely turn against Wang Chao. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Well... you can say that you devoted yourself to studying this sword for many years, and finally got the method, and repaired some errors in the original method, so that this sword can be used by us. Anyway, there is no one else in the world learning swords now, and no one knows whether the error is a fallacy or not." 

Pei Yuhan smiled bitterly and said, "Why should they believe it?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not reveal the secret, but said vaguely: "There will be a way." 

Pei Yuhan shook her head bitterly. She found that she could no longer see through this disciple. 

Finally, there was nothing more to say, so he concernedly warned: "No matter who you meet today, you can take victory or defeat lightly, but never take life or death lightly. I punished you too harshly yesterday, Master, I apologize to you, I shouldn't have vented my personal anger on you." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded and said it was okay. 

I secretly rubbed my left palm, thinking that this matter was not over yet. 

Pei Yuhan was suddenly startled and asked: "Do you have a sword?" 

Lin Xuanyan was also startled. 

He had never thought about this question. 

Five hundred years ago, he traveled around the world, and wherever he went, a famous sword would automatically fly to his side and acknowledge its master. 

Where do I need to bring my own? 

Pei Yuhan smiled helplessly, took off his sword and handed it to Lin Xuanyan. Lin Xuanyan took the sword with both hands, looked at the long sword with a dark green scabbard, held the hilt and slowly pulled it out an inch, and the sword blade was already shining coldly. 

"This is..." 

"This sword is called March. It was given to it by my master." 

"March..." Lin Xuanyan looked at the thin and sharp emerald blade and sighed: "What a good name. Your master is truly a rare and amazing talent." 

Pei Yuhan said proudly from the bottom of her heart: "Of course, my master is the most amazing person in the world." 

Lin Xuanyan himself felt a little embarrassed, so he changed the subject and asked, "Will my master come to watch the competition later?" 

Pei Yuhan nodded and said, "Of course, but I'll be a little later. I need to help Xiaotang recuperate." 

Lin Xuanyan hummed, waved his hand and said, "Master, take good care of Xiaotang. I'm leaving now." 

The light was so intense and aggressive that Lin Xuanyan raised his sleeves to his brows to block out the sunlight. 

As soon as he walked out of the cave, his eyes met Ji Yitian. 

Ji Yitian smiled at him warmly: "Your senior sister is really amazing." 

Lin Xuanyan sighed: "But Senior Sister may not be able to participate in the competition today." 

Ji Yitian had expected this, but he still pretended to be surprised and asked, "Then your Sword Sect is completely empty, right?" 

Lin Xuanyan ignored the sarcasm in his words, touched his chin, and said to himself: "Master's sword is a bit heavy." 

Ji Yitian smiled and narrowed his eyes. 

Lin Xuanyan glanced at him: "Anything else?" 

Ji Yitian said: "I wonder what the name of the sword move your senior sister used yesterday is? It looks very familiar to me. Why does it look a bit like Feng Ji's Demon Sect Sword?" 

Lin Xuanyan said calmly: "You are mistaken, this sword was created by my master." 

Ji Yitian said with a smile, "Pei Jianxian is truly an extraordinary talent." 

Lin Xuanyan did not respond, but the gongs and drums started beating, a clanging sound of metal and stone suddenly rang out, piercing through gold and splitting stone, making people's blood boil. 

The old man surnamed Yao had stood in mid-air without anyone noticing, holding thirty-one bamboo sticks in his hand. This time he threw them directly into the air, and the thirty-one bamboo sticks flew towards the thirty-one contestants as if they had spirits. Lin Xuanyan stretched out his hand and casually took the bamboo stick that flew towards him. 

Number One. 

The first competition is. 

After a moment, the name of the opponent appeared below the number: Li Yan from the Creation Sect. 

Lin Xuanyan stretched his body, looked at the empty stands of the Sword Sect, sighed, walked into the arena, and walked slowly up the steps to the arena. 

Many people's eyes fell on him. 

Seeing him climbing up the stairs step by step without using his magic power to control his energy, many people snorted coldly: "He is just being mysterious." 

It took a long time to walk up the more than one hundred steps. Lin Xuanyan was very patient throughout. 

Someone said: "I'm afraid it's just a trick. I heard that the third disciple of the Sword Sect is a useless person who can't practice. We can only go up step by step honestly." 

"Can't practice? Why would he participate in the competition if he can't practice? I thought he could bring a surprise." 

"I heard that Yu Xiaotang, who became famous in yesterday's battle, will not be able to participate in the battle today." 

"Then the Sword Sect is empty, right?" 

"The Sword Sect will perish. This is an inevitable trend." 

Next to the Yin Yang Pavilion, Ji Yitian stood shoulder to shoulder with Ji Xinian with his sleeves fluttering, "Xinian, what do you think of this young man?" 

Ji Xinian looked at it for a long time and concluded: "There is no Qi Hai Qiao acupoint, it is just gold and jade outside, and it is a useless person." 

Suddenly, Ji Xinian's face changed drastically, and he realized that his sister had walked behind him without him noticing. 

He, who always loved his sister, felt that he had said something wrong, "Chanxi, you are different from him, you..." 

"It's okay." Ji Chanxi interrupted him and came to the railing, her eyes following the young man in white as he moved slowly up the web. 

Her eyebrows are as cold as snow. 

Li Yan, who had arrived in Taichung in an instant with the power of a rainbow, looked at the young man in white who was slowly moving up step by step, and his expression was filled with impatience. 

The fighting spirit in his body was at its peak, but now he was watching him coming up slowly and without any effort. 

Finally, when Lin Xuanyan came to the stage, Li Yan mocked him, "I heard that you can't practice." 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer. He lowered his head, unable to hide the look of desolation and regret in his eyes. 

Li Yan's mockery became stronger: "The Sword Sect, which has been lingering for a hundred years, is destroyed today. This is a very historic moment. I am honored to have picked you. I can accomplish this feat with my own hands." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "Congratulations." 

Li Yan did not hear the mockery in his words, and thought he was just being stubborn. He pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly, and said with a haughty look: "Li Yan of the Creation Sect." 

Lin Xuanyan said calmly: "I am your father." 

Li Yan was stunned at first, but after he confirmed that he had heard correctly, he could no longer suppress his anger, "How dare you argue with me?" 

With a sharp roar, he leaped out with his whole body, his fists one in front and one behind, one like a fierce dragon raising its head, the other like a mountain tiger roaring. 

Two forces, one majestic and the other fierce, pulled back and forth into an extremely abundant force, which instantly swept in front of Lin Xuanyan. He suddenly raised his arms, crossed his hands and clenched them, the dragon and the tiger merged, and the momentum instantly rose several times, like a raging wave. 

Li Yan swung his hammer in a crescent shape and struck down on the head! 

The Creation Sect, seizes the creation of heaven and earth for its own use. 

The practice is famous for its colorful and magnificent appearance. 

Lin Xuanyan stood still, holding the sword in one hand, and pushed with his thumb, and the sword came out of the sheath slightly, not more, not less, just an inch. 

... 

Pei Yuhan supported Yu Xiaotang's back, laid her down on the wooden bed after she finished regulating her breathing, covered her with a quilt, and put her cold little hands into the quilt. 

After doing all this, she adjusted her breath slightly and walked out of the cave. She was still worried about Lin Xuanyan's competition. 

As soon as he walked out of the cave, he saw Lin Xuanyan in white clothes walking towards him. 

Pei Yuhan's face was gloomy: "You just admitted defeat?" 

It only took me a stick of incense to help Xiaotang adjust his breath. 

How could a competition end so quickly? 

In Pei Yuhan's mind, a sword practitioner must have an unbreakable sword spirit. He can be defeated, but he must be defeated with dignity. If he arbitrarily admits defeat without doing his best, what qualifications does he have to be a disciple of the Sword Sect? 

Evil disciple! 

Suddenly she found that the surroundings were somewhat quiet, and the eyes of the disciples from other sects looked at her a little strangely, without the mocking voices she had imagined, but more of suspicion and uncertainty. 

It's like looking at a freak. 

This was even more true when Ji Yitian looked over here. 

Pei Yuhan's heart skipped a beat and she looked at Lin Xuanyan in shock. 

Lin Xuanyan smiled gently, as if in the spring breeze: "Master, my disciple has won."