Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The mountains are high and the waters are far away, the wind and rain are near 

The mountains stretch out, one after another, some are lush and majestic, some are gray and steep, and some are solitary, sparse and dense, forming a continuous piece. The deeper you go into the mountains, the more desolate and dangerous they become, until you reach a valley with jagged edges. 

In the ancient jungle on both sides, a river with a pale yellow color meanders deep into the forest. The deeper it goes, the darker the color becomes, and at the end, it becomes an extremely turbid undercurrent. 

The trees on both sides of the river were gray, and the leaves looked like ashes that would be blown away by the wind. 

But the weird thing is that these plants are still growing in a unique way. 

A middle-aged man was wearing a bamboo hat, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and his face was covered with unshaved stubble. 

He was carrying a little kid looking around on his back. 

The middle-aged man was wearing a coarse linen shirt with a wide belt tied around his waist, looking a bit sloppy. 

The child on his shoulders was indeed cute and adorable. 

At the end of the river is an almost deserted dead city. 

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely as he pushed a cart of firewood along the rugged mountain road back home. 

The person who opened the door was a plump young woman. She glared at the middle-aged man and said, "You're back so late?" 

The middle-aged man lifted his bamboo hat and laughed. 

The beautiful young woman glared at him with great resentment: "I am so unlucky to be with you. An'er has suffered because of you." As she said this, she took the pink and tender child from the man's shoulders and kissed the little cheek, her face full of heartache. 

The middle-aged man scratched his head in embarrassment: "Just stay out of the spotlight, stay out of the spotlight. We'll go home after a while." 

The beautiful young woman with a nice figure hugged the child named An'er and complained: "You said that half a year ago. What about now? Aren't we still staying in this place where no ghost can be seen? I was really blinded by greed at that time. So many young masters were vying to marry me, why did I follow a poor guy like you." 

Although he was scolded every day, the middle-aged man still felt guilty every time. He smiled honestly and piled the firewood aside, then picked up a bench and sat down, seemingly thinking about something. 

The young woman snorted coldly, then suddenly squatted down and leaned against the man, and said coquettishly: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy because I said a few words to you?" 

The middle-aged man came to his senses and said quickly: "No, no, it's my fault. I deserve to be scolded." 

"Hmph. Look at you, you're such a wimp. You used to say you were capable of great things, but now it seems you can only...bully me in bed." The young woman couldn't help but rub her full breasts against his strong arms while complaining to herself. 

An'er, who was placed on the ground, jumped to the door and looked outside. 

The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted: "An'er, come back. It's dangerous outside at night." 

As dusk fell, the deserted ancient city was shrouded in a strange fog. 

The good-looking young woman snorted coldly and said, "What's the danger? I've been to this ghost place before, and there's nothing there. It's just like a cemetery. You too, have you offended some powerful enemy that you have to hide in a place like this." 

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Be careful, be careful." 

The young woman snorted coldly, stood up and kicked him in the waist, knocking him to the ground. The middle-aged man fell to the ground, rubbing his waist and crying out in pain. Seeing this, she became even more angry and snorted coldly: "What a loser." 

The young woman tucked a strand of hair from her temples behind her ears and said sarcastically, "Sleep outside by yourself tonight. Don't sleep in my bed." 

The middle-aged man was unwilling to do so. He sat up from the ground and said, "Wife, I was wrong, I was wrong. When this storm is over, I will definitely lead you two to live a good life. Don't stay in this godforsaken place. We will do business in Laojing City." 

As he said that, the man hugged her directly. The woman twisted her waist and tried to break free, but it seemed more like she was trying to resist but still wanted to. 

She cursed, "I believe you're a ghost, and you won't believe anything. Okay, okay, don't move... Um... Go check on An'er first, don't let An'er run away." 

The middle-aged man finally let her go, and the woman straightened her loose collar, looking resentful. 

The man hurried out and picked up Xiao An at a deserted street corner. 

He looked up at the dark sky and frowned. 

The man has bright eyes and sharp eyebrows. If you ignore his cowardly temperament and sloppy face, he can definitely be called handsome. 

This family of three is the only one in this ancient city that has been abandoned for thousands of years. 

The yellow river ended at the top of the city, and no one knew where it flowed to. 

An'er, who was sitting on his shoulder, pointed to a dilapidated stone tablet on the street and asked, "Dad, how do you read those words?" 

The middle-aged man took a look at the words that were almost peeled off by the sand and explained: "That one is 'Hidden Dragon in the Abyss'." 

"What do you mean?" 

"There is a dragon hiding in a very deep pond." 

"Oh...how do you pronounce those words..." 

The middle-aged man calmed down. There were many abandoned memorial archways in this old city. Some of the words were very simple, while others were very profound. 

He looked in the direction An'er pointed, carefully identifying the almost unrecognizable handwriting, and finally said: "The eight characters are 'Wind and rain are dark, the road is boundless'." 

"Oh...what do you mean?" 

The middle-aged man patiently explained: "That is to say, the road is usually dangerous and has no boundaries." 

An'er blinked as if he understood. 

The middle-aged man did not rush home, but walked around this gloomy city with An'er on his back. 

Along the way, I pointed out to An'er the pronunciation and meaning of the characters, but many of them had long been abandoned and were really unclear. 

Some of those characters were like iron and silver, some were square and honest, some were like flowing clouds and water, elegant and beautiful, and some were like dry bones in a tomb, full of dead air. 

What is "The seal of heaven and earth, the grand view of square inch". 

What is "the river and wild waves are three thousand feet high" and "the vastness of heaven and earth". 

What is "Nanqin style"? 

There is also the "Moon Hanging in the Sky" which I carved with my own elegance, like a woman. 

An'er was precocious and seemed to sense the power hidden in those words whose ages were unknown. 

It is just confused, like peeping at flowers through the fog. 

"What are those four words?" 

An'er pointed at a stele, and the stele had different shapes. 

The piece of land that An'er pointed to was tilted in the ground and vaguely looked like a sword. 

The words above are still sonorous and powerful, as if a dragon is wandering among them, majestic and proud. 

The middle-aged man looked at the four words, sighed, and shook his head, saying, "Dad doesn't know." 

An Er let out a sound of disappointment. 

I thought those four words didn't look difficult to write. 

How could Daddy not recognize me? 

Night was approaching, and when he looked up, he could see the sky full of stars. An'er couldn't see the words clearly, so he pouted and asked, "Dad, my mom said you made an enemy, what is it?" 

The middle-aged man sighed: "She's a stinky bitch, extremely difficult to deal with, your father almost never saw you again." 

An'er said innocently, "Is it difficult to deal with my mother?" 

"Well... that's not necessarily true. Your mother's difficulty is not comparable to that of ordinary women." 

"What do you mean?" 

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "When An'er grows up, he will understand." 

"oh." 

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at An'er's delicate face and short hair, complaining in his heart, why did he have to raise a daughter as a son? 

What should I do if my daughter has a temper like a boy in the future? 

However, he only dared to complain in his heart, if he spoke out loud, he would definitely be beaten up. 

The handsome and honest middle-aged man felt a little melancholy for no reason. 

An'er suddenly laughed and said, "The man who is chasing Dad must not be very powerful." 

"Why?" 

An'er said sternly, "My mother said that daddy is useless and anyone can chase you and beat you up, so daddy's enemies this time must not be very powerful, it's just that daddy is too cowardly. Alas, my mother is so pretty, how could she like you?" 

The middle-aged man was stunned. 

After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Alas, the world is treacherous and people are cold-hearted. An'er, you are still young." 

After returning home and putting An'er down, I tried to push the door, but found that it was locked from the inside and could not be opened. 

He knocked on the door anxiously. 

I only heard the woman inside say: "I'm in a bad mood today, you hold it in for two days." 

"Wife, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong again?" 

I only heard the woman inside angrily ask: "Did you teach An'er to read again?" 

The middle-aged man said innocently: "Didn't you say you wanted to raise your daughter as a son?" 

The woman insisted: "Two different things!" 

"Can you open the door?" 

"roll!" 

The middle-aged man looked at An'er with an embarrassed look on his face. An'er was sitting on a chair, shaking his feet and grinning. 

He squatted on the ground and sighed: "Life is not worth living." 

... 

The second round of the test match was more intense than the first day, and the fight lasted from noon until dark before the winner was decided. 

The most unexpected thing was Lin Xuanyan's victory. He won so quickly that people didn't even have time to react. 

Next was Miss Ji from Yin Yang Pavilion, who won again with the Eight Phase Mirror, but a big reason for this was that she drew the player who was generally recognized as the weakest except for Lin Xuanyan. 

The crushing pressure displayed by Xiao Wang was even more astonishing. 

The realm displayed by Ji Xinian is still the sixth realm. 

Whether or not he has reached the seventh realm is still just a rumor. 

In order to be fair and just, the top 16 players who advance to the quarterfinals draw lots themselves. 

Therefore, there is also the possibility of internal war among the same sect. 

Among the six major sects, each sect must have at least one person enter the top eight. 

If you fail to win for four consecutive terms, you will be expelled. 

This is the fourth session of the Sword Sect. 

So it is crucial. 

Pei Yuhan did not sleep all night yesterday, and Zhao Nian was too seriously injured to leave the field, so Lin Xuanyan volunteered to take care of Yu Xiaotang. 

Xiaotang remained unconscious, but his breathing and pulse had become steady, and his life was no longer in danger. 

Yu Xiaotang seemed to be dreaming. Every once in a while, her body would toss and turn, her beauty sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed. It didn't look like a good dream. 

Suddenly, her body shook violently, and her petite body shook the quilt and slid down the bed. 

Lin Xuanyan quickly grabbed the corner of the quilt and covered her with it. 

His hand touched Yu Xiaotang's hand, which was icy cold. 

He was slightly startled and touched her hand, which felt like holding a piece of ice. 

Yu Xiaotang, who was in his sleep, seemed to sense something and grabbed his hand. 

The two hands were held together like this. 

Lin Xuanyan wanted to pull it out, but Xiaotang held it tightly. After trying for a while, he smiled helplessly and let Xiaotang hold him still. 

Xiaotang's hand was really cold, as cold as a dead person's, so he put his other hand on it. 

Xiaotang's slightly trembling body gradually became stable, and his frown gradually relaxed, but his hand was still tightly clenched and unwilling to let go. 

A lamp was burning in the dim room. The dim light reflected the thin figure of the young man. 

The young man's white clothes were slightly yellowed by the light and swayed along with the lights. 

Lin Xuanyan stared at the lamp beside him, his eyes flickering with the flames, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep with his head resting on his arm. 

Yu Xiaotang's hands were very cold, icy and soft, but they felt very comfortable to hold. He sat on the chair with his head resting on his shoulder. This position should have been very uncomfortable, but he felt that he had never slept so comfortably. He, who was always quiet, even had a slight snoring. 

The next day, Pei Yuhan opened the door and saw this scene. She looked at the boy and girl's clenched hands, smiled in astonishment, and didn't want to disturb them. 

It was not until Lin Xuanyan needed to participate in the competition that Pei Yuhan gently woke Lin Xuanyan up. 

When he woke up, he was still sleepy. Yu Xiaotang's tightly clenched hands had loosened at some point, and her body temperature gradually returned to normal, no longer as cold as a dead person. 

Lin Xuanyan turned his numb arm, raised his head and met Pei Yuhan's eyes. 

Pei Yuhan didn't say anything, but he understood everything. 

The next match was so important, but Yu Han knew that placing the entire sect's hopes on a young man who had only been a member for half a year was too heavy a burden. 

She felt that this was wrong, and was even more ashamed of her past "way". She opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing. 

She had heard a lot of rumors this morning, such as that Lin Xuanyan won by despicable means and that Li Yan lost extremely unfairly. 

Although she didn't know the specific details of yesterday's game, she was still a little worried. 

Lin Xuanyan understood what she meant and smiled, "Master, we made an agreement that night." 

Although Pei Yuhan never took it seriously, she always remembered that Lin Xuanyan said that day that if she could win the championship, she would agree to one of his conditions. 

"I remember." 

"Master, remember to keep your promise." 

If Lin Xuanyan said this normally, she would just think it was a joke. 

Although she didn't know how he defeated Li Yan yesterday, she had an inexplicable confidence in this disciple. 

She nodded solemnly. 

The two walked out of the small cave side by side. 

Everyone around looked over here intentionally or unintentionally. 

Lin Xuanyan then saw that there was a person standing not far from the cave entrance. It was Li Yan, who he defeated yesterday. 

Li Yan stared at him intently, his eyes were as solemn as rocks that had been washed by wind and frost for decades. 

"What's the matter?" Lin Xuanyan asked. 

Li Yan said: "I thought about it all night last night. I can't accept myself losing to someone who has no cultivation." 

Pei Yuhan's expression changed drastically. 

No cultivation? 

What's going on? 

Although she couldn't detect Lin Xuanyan's cultivation level based on her realm, she began to believe that Lin Xuanyan had a special physique or had some secret magic weapon that concealed the secret. 

Lin Xuanyan remained calm: "As long as the sword is fast and accurate enough, it will be enough." 

Li Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Yesterday you first walked up the stairs slowly step by step to wear out my patience, then pretended to be a weak and useless person to make me underestimate you, and finally angered me with words to make me attack rashly. And you only used a sword that was faster than mine to attack the parts of my body that I had no magic to defend against. The chain of events was linked together, and the scheming and scheming really made me admire you when I recalled it last night. But how far do you think you can go like this?" 

"You came here just to tell me this?" Lin Xuanyan said calmly, "I've heard that many years ago, when swordsmanship was at its peak, many people didn't have the aptitude to practice but were unwilling to admit defeat, so they only trained their physiques and practiced swinging their swords faster and faster. At that time, fast swords were popular in the world, and were also called "jianghu swords." At first, people didn't take jianghu swords seriously, until one time, a swordsman assassinated a ninth-level cultivator with his superb swordsmanship. From then on, he became famous all over the world." 

Pei Yuhan had some impression of this period of history. When she didn't want to practice swordplay, her master told her a story and mentioned the Jianghu Sword at that time. 

Finally, Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "But these are all old stories, and I don't know if they are true." 

Li Yan took a deep breath and said, "Teach me. Do you think your sword can be faster than a sixth-level cultivator, or even a seventh-level cultivator like Xiao Wang?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer, but just said: "What do you want to say?" 

Li Yan stared at him seriously and said, "I just hope that after today, we can fight fair and square again." 

The gongs and drums sounded, but Lin Xuanyan did not answer him. He just waved his hand and said, "I'm going to draw lots. Wish me good luck." 

Li Yan stood behind him and stared at him silently, his face gloomy and frightening. 

Ji Yitian, who had been watching the show, looked at Pei Yuhan and said with interest: "The Sword of the Demon Sect, the Sword of the Jianghu, your Sword Sect is really generous this year." 

Pei Yuhan said indifferently: "The Sword of the Demon Sect? I don't understand what you are talking about?" 

Ji Yitian said: "Fairy Pei, please don't play dumb with me." 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "Xiaotang's sword is a move I developed based on the Demon Sect's sword. Although the style is similar, the essence is very different. Could it be that Pavilion Master Ji thought that Xiaotang, at his age, could use a sword that has not been used for three thousand years?" 

Ji Yitian said, "Oh," and after a pause, he said, "Since the fairy created this sword herself, shouldn't the other disciples of your sect also have learned this sword? Given the fairy Pei's personality, she wouldn't only favor Xiaotang, right?" 

Pei Yuhan's face was cold and he stopped talking. 

Ji Yitian thought she was too lazy to bother with him. 

In fact, Pei Yuhan was afraid that she would make mistakes if she spoke too much, because she couldn't even swing the sword herself. 

At this moment, Lin Xuanyan and the other fifteen opponents walked to the lottery tube together. Among the sixteen people, three were disciples from Yin Yang Pavilion and three from Xuanmen. 

Everyone thought that the champion would be decided between these two most prosperous sects. 

Xiao Wang approached Lin Xuanyan intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered: "Although my fellow apprentices and seniors all say that your swordsmanship is evil and unorthodox, and you are taking a wild path and won't go far. But I still admire you. Xiao Wang wants to learn how fast your sword can be." 

Lin Xuanyan said bluntly: "I don't want to pick you." 

Xiao Wang was stunned at first, then burst into laughter, thinking it was natural. 

He stretched out two slender and bony fingers and picked up a bamboo stick. He didn't even look at the stick because he didn't care who his opponent was. 

It doesn't matter to him who he fights. 

Lin Xuanyan took a cigarette, which had seven written on it. 

Coincidentally, a young man from the sect next to him, who was wearing a deep blue headband, also raised a bookmark with the words "Seven" written on it. 

Lin Xuanyan turned his head to take a look, and he also subconsciously glanced at Lin Xuanyan, his eyes unable to hide the excitement. Among the weaker people, everyone hoped that they could draw Lin Xuanyan or the eldest daughter of the Ji family. 

The drawing of lots was over quickly, and everyone matched their bamboo sticks and knew their matches and opponents. 

The arenas suspended in the air have been reduced from four to two larger arenas. 

There are four elders with profound cultivation stationed at the four corners to deal with any accidents that may occur at any time. 

After Lin Xuanyan drew the lot, he had no intention of watching the battle and returned to the cave to continue looking after the pond. 

Miss Ji picked up the bamboo stick and looked at it against the sky again and again, with no expression on her beautiful face. 

... 

On the tenth floor of Jietian Tower, a woman in a green dress sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate feet bare, her dress disheveled, not even covering her pretty shoulders that were as sharp as a cliff. 

Although her skirt was half-undone, her jade hairpin was tilted sideways, and the hem of her green skirt was even torn, her snow-white, slender thighs were faintly visible. 

But her face was still dignified and cold, and her long dark blue hair flowed down her shoulders and onto her chest. 

She gently pulled the collar over to cover the half of her beautiful breast. 

The blue skirt with the buttons torn could not cover the swelled breasts. The two beautiful breasts were holding the fabric tightly, almost tearing through it. 

Although it was daytime, the lights in the Jietian Building were still bright, and the extravagant decorations were not too lavish. She was wearing a green dress like a half-open lotus, quiet and pure, perfectly integrating holiness and charm into one body. 

Although the lights inside are bright, they can never compare to the bright sunlight outside. 

So when a slender figure appeared at the door, it still looked like a dark figure. 

The figure walked into the room, like a faint ray of moonlight flowing in from above the cloud platform. 

Lu Jiajing looked at the man and said calmly, "Are you here to laugh at me too?" 

The visitor was a silver-haired woman. Although her figure was not as good as Lu Jiajing's, she was still pretty and graceful. Her skin was very good, delicate and smooth, as if it could be blown away. 

The most representative silver hair was draped over the gold-painted black robe, revealing only a pair of small ears, looking like a night elf. 

Anyone who has seen her face will know where she comes from. 

The moon hangs in the sky and the city is lost during the day. 

Nangong, the fairy island on the sea, has 30,000 jade buildings and a 100,000-mile sea of ​​moonlight passing around the city. 

The people there, both men and women, are very beautiful, have long silver-white hair, and are good at playing musical instruments. 

Both men and women have adopted the surname Nan. 

There is no sunshine all year round, only the bright moon and stars. 

In the human world, the Lost Day City seems to be just a legend. 

But everyone knew it was true, because every time there was a Dao Trial Conference, Lost Day City would send ambassadors across the sea to watch. 

The silver-haired woman said calmly, "Of course not. My sister said that if those people did something excessive to the Palace Master, then she begs the Palace Master to go to Lost Day City to cultivate and ignore the secular world." 

Lu Jiajing glanced at her, then looked away, saying indifferently, "No need. I have my own path, no matter how rough or even shameful it is, it is my own choice." 

The silver-haired woman was puzzled and asked, "So you are willing to do that kind of thing in front of thousands of people in a few days?" 

"Why not?" Lu Jiajing sneered. 

The silver-haired woman sighed: "Love is always misled by ruthlessness." 

Lu Jiajing ignored him and asked, "Why are you here? Didn't you only send one ambassador in the past? Why did you, the third in command, come here in person this time?" 

The silver-haired woman said, "The stars in Lost Day City have been dim recently, the lone wolf has moved north, and there is no light for three constellations, which is a bad omen. There may be unrest in this trial meeting. Sister is worried about the safety of several old friends in the city, so I asked my younger sister to take a look. I can help you when the time is right." 

Lu Jiajing frowned and said, "Your sister is probably worrying too much. The thirteen gates of Chengjun City are guarded by thirteen golden ghost generals with great magical powers, and the one in the Ganming Palace is even more powerful. Even the great elder on the floating island can't force his way into the temple." 

The woman said: "Because of this, it is even more extraordinary." 

Lu Jiajing stood up. Without her hands to block the clothes, they flowed down like water, hanging on her snow-white arms and body, as if they would fall off with a slight movement. In the blue and white scene, her breasts were high, her buttocks were round and plump, and her private parts were looming. She was so gorgeous that even the silver-haired woman couldn't help but admire her secretly. 

Just thinking about that, the silver-haired woman felt regretful again. 

She wanted to persuade Lu Jiajing to go to Lost Day City again, but she didn't say anything in the end. 

Lu Jiajing knew what she meant and said calmly, "Jiajing grew up in the Xuanyuan Dynasty and has seen hundreds of years of ups and downs. She has experienced many things and met many people here. Although these are unimportant passing clouds, they have accumulated in the heart of the Tao and cannot be easily cut off. And my chance to prove the Tao is also here. Even though most of my cultivation has been wasted now, I always believe that I can go to a higher place and see a farther scenery. What if I suffer some grievances in the meantime? There are countless great ways, and everyone can choose one. Thank your sister for me." 

The silver-haired girl's eyes seemed to crush the river water reflected by the starlight. After a long time, she slowly said: "How can there be a way for the heart of Tao? Since the palace master is willing to destroy and then establish, Lingyin will not force it." 

Lu Jiajing said again: "Lingyin, you should leave quickly. I'm afraid that fat guy will miss you again when he comes back and sees you." 

The silver-haired woman named Nan Lingyin smiled helplessly: "Is that person Xuanyuan Lian?" 

Lu Jiajing nodded and said, "The Third Prince Xuanyuan Lian." 

Nan Lingyin smiled helplessly: "The eldest prince died suddenly, the second prince disappeared, and the fourth prince, who was extremely favored by the emperor, disappeared from the palace for no reason. It turned out that he could take the throne. But even so, the current emperor is still healthy, and it will probably take more than ten years for him to sit on the throne." 

Lu Jiajing hummed: "It's not important." 

"What's important then?" 

Lu Jiajing said calmly: "He has done me a favor, so it is only natural for me to repay him with a small amount." 

Nan Lingyin said no more, "Lingyin should not stay for long, I hope the Palace Master can find her own way soon." 

Lu Jiajing nodded calmly, and watched Nan Lingyin disappear into Jietian Tower. 

She walked to the window and looked up, and half of Chengjun City was within her sight. 

She looked at the scenery outside the window, not knowing where she was looking. After a long while, she said in a daze, "Is this my home?" 

... 

The first four rounds of the test were completed. Each player tried his best and fought extremely well. They did not hesitate to hurt themselves in order to win. In the end, the winner of the first round was a proud disciple of Xuanmen, named Sun Daonian. If it weren't for Xiao Wang from Xuanmen, he would have been the most dazzling star among them. 

The second victory was even more dangerous, and Tianyun Mountain's senior disciple Zhou Yi finally used the sect's secret method to barely win. 

In the third match, Xiao Wang won at an extremely fast speed, and in the fourth match, Ji Xinian defeated his opponent in less than thirty rounds. 

Although the two recognized emperors had not formally fought, they were already confronting each other. 

The fifth match that was going on was also extremely exciting. Wei Ji, who controlled the Yin-Yang string, and Ye Zhiqing, the eldest son of the Ye family, were fighting hard. The Ye family was good at hidden weapon techniques, which was similar to the Tianji Pavilion where Wei Ji was. In the past, people often argued about which was stronger, the Tianji Pavilion or the Ye family. This contest between the most outstanding young people from the two families seemed to be born to answer everyone's questions. 

Wei Ji's Yin-Yang strings are treacherous and changeable, while Ye Zhiqing's moves are fierce, not relying on tricky angles, but only relying on speed and strength to kill the opponent in one blow. 

The two had never been close to each other since they started fighting, and their magic was like a knife. Their figures kept changing on the field, and the magic they used had clashed countless times in the air. 

The entire scene was filled with the whirring sound of magic scraping through the air. The two people were so fast that it was almost impossible to see their movements. Only their shadows kept interweaving and changing. 

The sixth match was a joke. It was Ji Chanxi's match, and by chance, she drew Zheng Jin, who was also a disciple of Yin Yang Pavilion. How could Zheng Jin dare to attack the eldest daughter of his own sect? Although he had the sixth realm cultivation, Ji Chanxi could only control one of the eight phases of the mirror, and she controlled it very skillfully. Normally, it would be difficult to resist a fifth realm master. But at this moment, Zheng Jin had a lot of cultivation but couldn't use it. He was chased by Ji Chanxi all over the field. He could only defend himself and didn't dare to fight back. Until he glanced at the next arena and felt that the fight was almost over, he raised his hand and admitted defeat. 

Ji Chanxi thus "rightfully" entered the top eight. 

Everyone was dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do. 

Ji Yitian, who was watching the game, just felt angry and amused, but he couldn't blame them. 

The competition between Wei Ji and Ye Zhiqing is still going on. 

Lin Xuanyan walked out of the cave and saw Wei Ji's figure swooping down like a falcon towards Ye Zhiqing, and Ye Zhiqing also rushed forward like a venomous snake. This was the first time the two of them had a head-on collision. Two different colored lights blended and twisted, and in just a moment, their bodies staggered and slid to the sides. At the same time, they turned around at the fastest speed, pinched their hands to form seals, and the strings of hidden weapons crossed and hit each other like flying feathers, hitting each other in the air and breaking into pieces. 

Lin Xuanyan walked to Pei Yuhan, who was sitting there. She noticed Lin Xuanyan's arrival and warned him, "Xuanyan, your next opponent is Xiao Ze from Xuanmen, Xiao Wang's younger brother. He only practices three moves, one is to clear the clouds, the second is to pull the tripod, and the third is to open the mountain. But his opponents before him have never been able to withstand the second move. You must be careful." 

Lin Xuanyan looked down at Pei Yuhan's loose hair and wanted to rub it like he used to. 

After hearing her instructions, he said nonchalantly, "It sounds scary." 

Pei Yuhan sighed. Every time she warned Lin Xuanyan, it was like the wind passing by his ears and he didn't care. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the arena and suddenly said after a while: "Wei Ji lost." 

The match was still very close, and neither of them showed any obvious signs of decline. Pei Yuhan, with her Transformation Realm cultivation, could clearly sense every change in the Qi on the field, and knew that Wei Ji was beginning to lose strength, but how did Lin Xuanyan, who had no cultivation at all, do it? 

Is it just because of his extraordinary vision? 

Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan who was puzzled and said: "When you look at a mountain from the front, it looks like a peak." 

Before Pei Yuhan could chew on the meaning, Ye Zhiqing's figure suddenly moved at a speed more than twice as fast as before, and countless green rays of light suddenly exploded in the empty air! 

It turned out that all the attacks just now were just a build-up of strength. Ye Zhiqing's figure fell down along with the green rays in the sky. This was a fatal blow after accumulating strength for a long time. 

Wei Ji quickly placed the Yin-Yang string in front of his chest, and the green rays were cut by the string, making a harsh and sharp sound. 

The entire venue is like a dye vat covered in emerald green, with one or two black and white strings occasionally standing out in the middle. 

After a long time, the sea became calm. 

Ye Zhiqing was still standing, while Wei Ji knelt on one knee, panting and looking unwilling. 

After the two of them left, Lin Xuanyan walked toward the stage without saying a word. 

There were 182 steps, and he continued to climb them slowly. 

But this time, the voices of doubt and ridicule were much quieter, and many female disciples of the sects realized that the Sword Sect actually had such a handsome young man. 

I also feel very sorry that such a genius cannot practice cultivation, otherwise why would he choose the wild path of Jianghu swordsmanship with no end in sight? 

It would be better if he wasn't a sword master. 

It would be good if you can practice. 

Many people felt a little regretful. 

But there are also many people who are disdainful. 

How ridiculous and pathetic it is that a sect that was once so prosperous now has to rely on these unorthodox methods to survive. 

When Lin Xuanyan walked onto the stage, Xiao Ze was already standing opposite him, his fists flowing like a volcano about to erupt.