Is Chapter 1111 not good enough?

"Ugh..." Qingxuan was furious. "You're simply..."

“He’s a genius, I know.” Song Chunxue’s tone was cool, with an infuriating indifference. “It seems you don’t think you’ve done anything wrong, and even think we’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

"..." Qingxuan paused, looking at her in surprise, before finally realizing why they had come to this point in time to compete.

She was the one who issued the challenge first.

"In that case, we shall have a proper spar today. Fellow Daoist, your composure is lacking."

Qingxuan suddenly unleashed his ultimate move, "You tricked me!"

Song Chunxue used a peach branch to wrap around the tip of his sword, blocking half of the killing intent. The sword barely grazed her cheek, severing a few stray hairs from her temple.

Her gaze sharpened. "You're finished!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

She had been obsessed with swordplay lately but was not yet proficient in it. For a long time, she had not been able to figure out what techniques were needed to perform beautiful sword flourishes, but now she suddenly knew them.

Since he shows no remorse, let's use him as a training disciple for swordsmanship.

Third Uncle Mo Jiang walked over and said to Ban Yue Xianren, "Senior Brother, your disciple has a very fiery temper, but I didn't expect that her strength is actually above Qing Xuan's. She is Feng Lei's most outstanding disciple."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal stroked his beard with a hint of pride. "That's right, which of my disciples is lacking? If she falls into her hands, she'll definitely make Qingxuan suffer a lot."

At this moment, Daoist Fenglei walked up to them, looking somewhat troubled.

"What, you want to plead for your disciple?" The Moon-Accompanying Immortal turned away, ignoring him. "If you utter a single word, we'll be strangers from now on."

"How could that be? It was my disciple's recklessness that caused this trouble. Even if he were beaten half to death today, I wouldn't say a word." Master Fenglei walked up to him with a smile. "I'm here to tell you on behalf of my disciple that no matter whether we win or lose, I will send these herbs to make up for the mistake."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal arrogantly ignored him.

Master Han took the bag from his hand, saying, "Isn't this what I should do?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Master Feng Lei stood behind them. "I never expected that this female Daoist, who has only been cultivating for a few years, could actually defeat my disciple so thoroughly. You have truly taken on a good disciple."

Master Han put the bag away and leaned against the railing, saying, "She is my senior brother's most diligent and talented disciple. If you hadn't underestimated her, this wouldn't have happened today."

Before they knew it, more than half an hour had passed.

“Since that’s the case, can we discuss ending this competition sooner?” Master Fenglei whispered. “There are other people who also want to compete, so…”

"I've asked around, and no one else is planning a match today. There are some who want to spar, but they've already changed venues and gone elsewhere. Tell your apprentice to be patient; are you trying to give up in less than an hour?"

“That’s right, at least let my junior brother calm down. After all, this senior uncle’s beloved disciple injured her Daoist partner, and it wasn’t just a minor injury. You injured his spiritual root and soul. This is nothing,” Zhang Chengxuan said in a low voice. “Don’t worry, my junior brother isn’t as insidious as your disciple.”

The word "insidious" made both the Moon-Accompanying Immortal and Daoist Han look at Zhang Chengxuan at the same time.

His eyes were full of admiration.

“That’s right, your disciple’s moves are ruthless, not just ordinary insidious. To be honest, you’re not worried about your own future, yet you want to speak well of your disciple?” Ban Yue Xianren turned and sat down in a chair. “Let’s sit down and observe.”

"But……"

"Let's have a friendly match, but let's not hurt our feelings." With a wave of his hand, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal created a chessboard on the table.

Master Fenglei had no choice but to sit down.

Lord Zhao was fiddling with two walnuts in his hand. “Hiss, junior brother, I feel like our junior brother has gotten addicted to fighting. The original plan was for the two of us to have a good spar with this Qingxuan, but now it feels a bit risky.”

“Yes, I think so too. Junior Brother isn’t so easily fooled.” Zhang Chengxuan turned around and sat down, took out the tea stove, and put two apricot wood sticks inside. “I wonder if the aroma of our potted tea will make her stop sooner.”

As he spoke, Lord Zhao placed three large dates on the table.

"Then put in a few more dates and burn them; maybe that will attract her." Zhang Chengxuan added two more dates.

Before long, the aroma of roasted dates filled the surrounding area.

Song Chunxue smelled it.

But she quickly realized that Xie Zheng seemed to be hiding from her that his sense of smell and taste had become less sensitive since his injury!

In an instant, her fighting spirit soared even higher.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qingxuan, who was already struggling, was suddenly kicked a few times.

"you……"

"Again!" Song Chunxue said irritably, "A grown man gets tired so quickly."

"I concede."

“You don’t get to decide,” Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. “Are you out of strength? If you can’t fight anymore, fine, but people will say I…”

“Again.” Qingxuan stood up from the ground, gritted his teeth and said, “I am a man, how could I not have strength?”

"That's true. Otherwise, if that Fairy Qingyun saw this, she would be so disappointed, losing to a woman."

"..." Qingxuan hated himself for not being able to crush the sword in his hand!