Xiao Feng originally did not intend to respond to Zi Mingding, feeling that his coming here was just making trouble.

Who knew he would go even further and actually set his sights on the Mountain and River Sword.

Ziming Ding approached Xiao Feng with a cold expression and said, "If you're afraid of losing, you can hand over your Mountain and River Sword to me, and I won't bother you anymore."

He paused briefly, then continued provocatively, "The Mountain and River Sword is only meant for the strong, and you are not one of those strong."

At this moment, many disciples of the Azure Sect walked by and heard Zi Mingding's words. They exchanged glances and exclaimed, "He actually provoked the sect leader's personal disciple?"

"Looks like we're in for a good show today."

Almost all the disciples who were passing by stopped in their tracks, as if they wanted to see if Xiao Feng and Zi Mingding would have an earth-shattering battle.

He risked his life to retrieve the Mountain and River Sword, and no one should covet it.

Xiao Feng glanced at Zi Mingding with a cold glint in his eyes: "You only said what you would take from me if you won, but you didn't say what would happen if you lost?"

When Zimingding heard that Xiao Feng thought he would lose, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "With my strength, how could I possibly lose to you? Haha."

Xiao Feng looked at Zi Mingding and didn't think he would lose at all. He put his hands on his chest and said, "I should be the only disciple of the Qing Sect to obtain the Mountain and River Sword, right?"

With just one sentence, he reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, his face contorted with rage: "If you hadn't used those crooked and unorthodox methods to cross the Clear Spring River, how could it have been..."

Just as Xiao Feng was about to retort, someone happened to pass by and overheard their conversation. They came to Xiao Feng's side and said, "You absolutely must not accept his challenge."

When the other disciples heard those around them trying to stop Xiao Feng from accepting the challenge, they all pointed around and said, "What business is it of yours what other people's challenges are?"

"That's right. I don't think the sect leader's personal disciple has any real skills, otherwise why wouldn't he accept the challenge?"

Although the disciples' voices were relatively soft, Xiao Feng could still hear their words clearly. He snorted coldly, "I just think that a one-on-one fight is a waste of time."

Given that time, he would rather practice the inner-layer techniques a few more times to further improve his strength.

Unfortunately, his disciples didn't understand him and even thought that he was unwilling to accept the challenge because he was guilty.

Since that's the case, Xiao Feng slowly walked up to Zi Mingding and chuckled, "I'm willing to accept your challenge."

Before Zimingding could say anything, he continued, "But I have one condition: if I win, you give me the Purple Gold Defense Token."

Upon hearing what Xiao Feng needed, the disciples exchanged glances: "The Purple Gold Defense Token? That's a self-defense token given to him by the Third Elder."

Some people initially thought Xiao Feng's bet was too much, but then the thought suddenly came to mind that Zi Mingding wanted to take away Xiao Feng's Mountain and River Sword.

Comparing the two, Zimingding was actually the one who went too far.

When Xiao Feng crossed the Qingquan River, all the disciples witnessed it firsthand, and the pain he endured was something that most people could not withstand.

Now, Ziming Ding actually wants to steal the Shanhe Sword that someone worked so hard to get back, without any effort on his part.

When Zimingding heard that Xiao Feng had actually taken a liking to his purple-gold defensive token, he frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing an opportunity, someone stepped in front of Zimingding in Xiao Feng's place: "What? Are you afraid of losing this time?"

He knew that Xiao Feng, as the sect leader's personal disciple, could not do anything that would damage the sect's reputation.

He was merely an outer disciple, and he believed that no one would care about him.

When Ziming Ding looked at the people surrounding him who were mocking him, his face was full of anger: "Fine, let's have a competition, but the method of the competition has to be according to my rules. Can you agree to that?"

Xiao Feng felt there were only a few types of competitions, and shrugged nonchalantly: "Of course."

The disciples initially thought the two wouldn't fight, but to their surprise, the tension between them escalated rapidly.

Now that the two have agreed to spar, their faces are filled with ecstasy: "This time there's going to be a good show, the sect leader's personal disciple versus the third elder's personal disciple."

Both of their masters were influential figures within their sects, meaning they each represented the other's master.

This battle is not only about their own reputation, but also about the reputation of the Third Elder and the Sect Master.

At this moment, Zhou Wei returned to Xiao Feng's side, frowning slightly: "Why did you agree to let him choose the method of the competition?"

For some reason, people around me always felt that Zimingding was up to no good.

However, he did not reveal the method of the competition, so those around him had no evidence and could not simply speak ill of Zimingding out of thin air.

Looking at the worried faces around him, Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "I have never taken him to heart, no matter what method he uses to compete, it's all the same."

After Xiao Feng's reminder, the people around realized that the person in front of them had once defeated Feng Luo, and there should be very few people in the sect who could defeat Feng Luo.

As the number of disciples increased, the sect leader and elders also noticed their situation.

The sect leader secretly used his spiritual power to spy on the two of them. Upon learning that they wanted to have a competition within the sect, a smile appeared on his face.

If Xiao Feng had always backed down in the face of any challenge, he would have been utterly unqualified to become the sect leader's personal disciple.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Feng looked at Zi Mingding and, unable to come up with a solution, glanced at him and asked, "What? Can't think of a sure way to win?"

The disciples couldn't help but laugh; they really hadn't expected that Zimingding couldn't utter a single word for so long.

When Zimingding heard the disciples beside him subtly mocking him, he couldn't help but glance at them and said, "Shut up, I have my own way of competing."

In just ten breaths, Zi Mingding arrived before Xiao Feng and the people around him with a serious expression: "It's best to avoid the tragic scene of fellow disciples killing each other within the sect. Let's find another way to compete."

Xiao Feng looked around, wanting to refute Zi Mingding, but grabbed him and tapped him with his chin: "Tell me, what is our competition method? I'm waiting for your information."

When he heard that Xiao Feng did not refute his method of competition, he sneered: "This time we'll do something new. We won't do a martial arts competition, we'll do a literary one."

The disciples exchanged glances, their faces full of surprise: "A literary contest? There's actually such a competition method within the sect."

Seeing that Ziming Ding dared not confront Xiao Feng with force, those around him couldn't help but mock him: "Afraid that he is no match for Xiao Feng, so he resorts to this alternative method?"

The other disciples looked at each other in disbelief; none of them had expected Zimingding to use such a method for the duel.