Everyone looked at the monk who said he wanted to fight Leng Yan.

The monk was dressed in white, his face was as pale as paper, and he had a handsome appearance, but there was a sense of illness between his brows. He was indeed weak and sickly, gasping for breath every three steps and coughing every five steps.

Looking at the sickly young man in the crowd, Leng Yan was a little stunned.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the monk immediately covered his mouth and started coughing. The corners of his eyes turned red from coughing, and tears flashed in his eyes.

The junior fellow who was supporting him immediately became anxious and patted his back to calm him down. While doing so, he said, "Brother, don't you understand your own situation? You are so willful and you are really going to kill yourself." Although his expression was angry, his tone was full of concern.

But the man in white said stubbornly: "After all, the opportunity to compete with Fellow Daoist Leng Yan is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How can we miss it? Junior brother, don't worry, I'm fine." The man said as he walked towards the arena.

Leng Yan couldn't help but frown when she saw this, and her expression and tone turned cold. She asked the man in white in a cold voice, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

The man smiled weakly and said, "Sure." Leng Yan saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were very firm. She had no choice but to agree. She said, "Okay."

Seeing Leng Yan's agreement, the man in white patted the hand that was supporting his junior brother, who reluctantly withdrew his hand. Still worried, he said sternly, "Brother, if you can't hold on any longer, don't try to be so stubborn. Today's sparring session isn't important; the next few days are. You mustn't fall ill at this critical moment."

Listening to his junior fellow's chatter, the man in white said, "Okay, okay, I got it." His eyes were full of smiles.

Then he walked onto the stage. Leng Yan looked at him and said, "Qing Yuan Sect, Leng Yan." The man opposite said, "Wan Fa Sect, Sheng Xiuyuan."

Leng Yan was a little surprised to hear his words, and the audience was also excited. "Sheng Xiuyuan, is it the Sheng Xiuyuan who split the secret realm with a sword?" "It should be him. I heard that he is indeed a sickly person, but he is also very talented." "Now it's interesting. Two geniuses compete, who do you think will win?"

"I bet on Leng Yan. She's Sect Leader Wen's direct disciple. Have you forgotten that Sect Leader Wen is known as the Sword Master?" Their expressions changed when they mentioned Wen Shi. They'd heard many older members of the sect tell them to stay away from him, saying he was a complete lunatic. It was fair to say that few in the entire cultivation world were afraid of him.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but change the subject.

At this time, someone said, "Stop talking, they're going to fight."

On the stage, Leng Yan glanced at Sheng Xiuyuan and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Sheng is in the late Golden Core stage, I will also lower my cultivation to the late Golden Core stage." Sheng Xiuyuan smiled and nodded.

After Leng Yan reduced his cultivation to the late Jindan stage, the two men immediately drew their swords and attacked each other. For a moment, sword energies intertwined and collided on the arena.

Leng Yan, concerned about Sheng Xiuyuan's health, had to suppress the chill within her spiritual energy, minimizing it as much as possible. Consequently, the chill within her sword energy was much less. The air around her was only cool, not cold.

Sheng Xiuyuan also felt it, and he looked at Leng Yan with gratitude. Leng Yan's face was still cold, but the chill in his sword energy was only slightly less each time.

A cup of tea later, Sheng Xiuyuan's sword was knocked away, and Leng Yan's sword tip stopped two centimeters from Sheng Xiuyuan's chest. Seeing this, Sheng Xiuyuan smiled and said, "You win." Leng Yan's expression did not change at all. With a wave of her hand, spiritual power flew towards Sheng Xiuyuan's fallen sword, lifting it up and flying it towards Leng Yan.

Leng Yan took the sword and handed it to Sheng Xiuyuan. Sheng Xiuyuan smiled and took the sword and thanked Leng Yan: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Leng."

Leng Yan simply replied indifferently, "No need." Sheng Xiuyuan smiled and walked down the stage. As soon as he got down, his junior brother who had been waiting there reached out to help him over and then left.

Before Sheng Xiuyuan left, he looked back at Leng Yan and saw that someone else had come up to the ring to compete with Leng Yan. Sheng Xiuyuan couldn't help but curl his lips.

He asked the junior fellow who was supporting him, "Junior fellow, what do you think of Fellow Daoist Leng Yan?" Upon hearing this, the junior fellow Liu Wuche who was supporting him said with a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Fellow Daoist Leng Yan is very strong and beautiful. Not only that, but she also has a first-class personality. Don't look at her expressionless face every day, she is a very good person. It's what they say is a cold face but a warm heart. And I also heard that although she is the eldest sister of the sect, she never puts on airs and never bullies her fellow disciples.

All the disciples in their sect like her very much, and she has many suitors, but I heard that she rejected all those who confessed their love to her. "Liu Wuche's tone couldn't help but become depressed when he said the last sentence.

After saying this, Liu Wuche realized that his senior brother was beside him. He looked at him nervously. Sheng Xiuyuan saw his nervous expression and comforted him, "It's okay. Fellow Daoist Leng Yan is so outstanding, it's normal for you to like her."

Liu Wu Che finally felt relieved. He supported Sheng Xiuyuan and continued to walk forward, but his mind kept recalling Leng Yan's appearance on the ring just now, and his face turned red unconsciously.

Therefore, he did not notice that Sheng Xiuyuan lowered his head after he finished speaking, as if he was thinking about something. Thinking of Leng Yan's care for him in the arena, and then thinking of what his junior brother had said just now, Sheng Xiuyuan's pale face was stained with a slight red.

On the ring here, after Leng Yan defeated another opponent, she looked at the sky and guessed that it should be noon.

Leng Yan flicked her wrist, and small blue stones appeared in her hand. She leaned lazily against the edge of the arena in front of the Qingyuan Sect disciples. She said, "One for each Qingyuan Sect disciple. They'll dissipate heat." With that, the small stones in her hand, enveloped by spiritual energy, fell into the hands of the Qingyuan Sect disciples.

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