"Second match: Make friends through martial arts. Fight to the point of no return. Do not harm fellow disciples. Violators will be punished according to Article 13 of the Tianyan Sect's rules: 200 lashes and expulsion from the sect."

The rules are all known in advance, and the reason they are repeated is simply to prevent some people with ulterior motives from taking advantage of loopholes.

The groups were still arranged according to the order of the draw this morning, and Ning Wan, who got lot number six, happened to be in the front and was on the third stage.

Standing opposite Ning Wan was the new disciple holding card number five - He Song.

For a moment, the disciples below the stage were all worried about their Senior Sister Ning.

He Song was not a literary scholar, and he had already reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. It could be said that he had no pressure at all when fighting against Ning Wan.

"Senior Sister Ning, I'm sorry."

There is no requirement for uniform weapons in martial arts tests. Generally, you can use what you are good at.

Tianyan Sect is not a sect that focuses on a single type of cultivation, such as alchemy, talisman masters, swordsmanship, or weapon casting.

Therefore, each peak has its own method of cultivation. For example, Tianyan Sect has two types of sword cultivators, divided into two halls, occupying different mountaintops, and dividing disciples according to the path of affection and the path of ruthlessness.

And He Song is the sword-cultivating disciple of the Wuqing Dao this time.

Ning Wan nodded slightly, standing on the stage without any sign of panic.

He Song knew Ning Wan's identity, but once she was on the stage, her strength would be the key, so he naturally wouldn't show any mercy to her.

Thinking of this, He Song wielded the magic sword in his hand, which was the first move to enter the path of ruthlessness.

He was sure that this one move would be enough.

The spiritual power wrapped around the sword, waving it in the air, performing a move.

The people below the ring were already starting to get nervous, and some had even prepared elixirs, intending to rescue Ning Wan at any time if she was knocked off the ring.

The arena was enveloped by a spiritual power that allowed those on the arena to compete with peace of mind and avoid being disturbed by others. Therefore, Ning Wan did not see the anxious eyes in the audience.

"If you can't bear it, just don't let A-Wan participate. Why bother?"

In the main hall, nine peak masters were sitting around a large round table, with a cup of spiritual tea placed next to them. On the round table were some spiritual fruits and other food.

Ning Zixiu withdrew his gaze from Ning Wan: "What do you know? You know what Nannan feels for Xiaojing. I'm just creating an opportunity for them."

"How could Nannan possibly control that person with those little tricks and little tricks? I have to think of a way."

Speaking of which, Ning Zixiu is actually not young anymore.

However, once a cultivator reaches a certain level of cultivation, he will be able to maintain the appearance he wants.

As the leader of a sect, Ning Zixiu had no intention of pretending to be a young man, but he also didn't want to appear as an old man.

Therefore, Ning Zixiu controlled his appearance to the age of forty, looking neither young nor old.

The person who spoke to Ning Zixiu was his senior brother, Wu Hui, who was also a sword cultivator but practiced the way of ruthlessness.

Hearing Ning Zixiu's words, Wu Hui chuckled, "Is this why you insisted on being Xiao Jing's master? You want to be close to the water and get the moon first?"

Ning Zixiu didn't get angry either. He took a sip of tea and said in a pretentious manner, "Why, you won't allow me to find a backer for my daughter?"

It's so rare to meet someone reliable and Nannan is interested in, so how could he miss this opportunity?

The other peak masters at the same table were already accustomed to this. After smiling it off, their gazes returned to the arena.

Everyone who thought Ning Wan would definitely not be able to withstand He Song's attack stared at the ring in amazement.

Ning Wan moved his fingertips slightly and took out a talisman from his sleeve. The moment he activated his spiritual power, he perfectly neutralized He Song's attack.

He Song's face changed as he watched the first move being easily resolved. This was different from what he had imagined. He thought she was powerless to resist.

"Isn't this a violation?" the crowd asked again.

"Violation? What you mean by that is that those who can use talismans to protect themselves should not struggle but simply wait for death when they encounter a sword cultivator who wants to take their life?"

Tang Han had very sharp ears. When she heard someone questioning her, she spoke back directly without even having time to see who it was.

He Song and Ning Wan were unaware of what had happened under the ring.

After seeing Ning Wan easily deflect his attack, He Song was a little uneasy, but he still swung out the second sword.

Just like the first time, Ning Wan took out another one and easily resolved He Song's attack.

He Song's grip on the sword tightened again and again. He was not sure how many defensive talismans were left in Ning Wan's sleeves. If there were a lot, at this rate, if he continued to waste his spiritual power, his spiritual power would be exhausted sooner or later, and then Ning Wan would be able to win easily.

Thinking of this, He Song no longer hid his strength and gave it his all. The moment his spiritual power was poured into the sword, Ning Wan did not take out the defensive talisman as he wished.

A tiny formation fell on the stage as the talisman burned out.

Almost in an instant, numerous vines grew out of the originally empty arena, instantly wrapping around He Song's body, and even the spirit sword in his hand was entangled by the vines.

But He Song's speed was still too fast. Even with the restraint of the vines, the tip of He Song's sword was only half a finger away from Ning Wan's shoulder.

Ning Wan was stunned. She looked at the sword tip that was so close to her and took a step back in fear.

If she remembered correctly, she had only prepared talismans for defense.

He Song, who was bound, was obviously unwilling to give in. He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power and destroy the vines with his sword, but he was entangled by the vines and could not use even a trace of his spiritual power.

The winner was already very clear. Ning Wan looked at the crowd of onlookers and, as expected, saw the person who had mocked her not long ago.

"Xiao Qi, is it really him?"

Xiao Qi glanced at the gradually loosening vines, then glanced at the male protagonist and spoke truthfully: [Xiao Qi would not lie to the host. It was indeed the male protagonist who helped.]