Chapter 773: Fighting (for the "Goddess of Wisdom of the Sun, Moon, and Stars")

The leader of the Qingzheng Sect listened to the sarcastic voices around him, threw his wine glass, and was about to slam the table and stand up to fight with those who were gossiping.

But he was held down firmly by Elder Tang.

"Master, strength is everything in the world of immortal cultivation. So what if you get angry with those villains?"

Elder Tang's eyes were bloodshot. "Even if you make a scene, it will only make the disciples bear the stigma of 'can't stand losing.'"

The sect leader was stunned, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and slowly sat down.

Shi Zaixing turned around and looked at Qing Yuanhu.

Qing Yuanhu smiled wryly and said, "When you meet a worthy opponent, you can better see their true strength, right? Even if Ye Xiaoman loses, you can still use this to assess her enormous potential, right?"

"Anyway, you are not allowed to leave. At least watch her fight to the end."

Qing Yuanhu grabbed Shi Zaixing's sleeve, patted his chest exaggeratedly with one hand, and sighed, looking like he had a very miserable life.

"Even if she's really not capable, please help me put in a few good words for her so that I can go back and explain to the Chamber of Commerce."

Amidst the buzz of discussion in the viewing stands, Du Cun had already secured a room in a secluded room for his sect, and was confident that he was certain to win the match.

He no longer had any worries and began to focus on finding fault with Qing Zhengzong.

All the disciples of the Shenyi Sect gathered behind him and walked triumphantly towards Qing Zhengzong's room.

Along the way, when passing by the arenas at the doors of other rooms, Du Cun did not take a detour, but stepped directly onto the arena. If anyone blocked his way, he would grab the collars of the monks from both sides of the competition and throw them down the arena, smashing their heads and causing them to bleed. He was extremely arrogant and domineering.

They stopped at the door of Qing Zhengzong's house.

Du Cun saw the door was closed and sneered, "A bunch of cowards."

His fellow disciples behind him immediately burst into laughter.

Zhang Yingjun and Ru Xiashan were confident that Du Cun's actions would be foolproof. They could already imagine Ye Xiaoman's miserable appearance with a swollen and bleeding face. They felt extremely happy and couldn't wait to see it with their own eyes.

They were the loudest.

"Ye Xiaoman, come out and die!"

Du Cun said arrogantly, "Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Ye."

Inside the room, the monks of the Qingzheng Sect heard the shouts of the Shenyi Sect outside, and they all looked at Ye Xiaoman with concern.

Xiao Chujing's expression was the ugliest.

Ye Xiaoman felt very annoyed. She hadn't finished eating the roasted chestnuts yet. Couldn't she wait until she had a full meal and a nap before coming back?

But since her opponent challenged her, she had no choice but to walk out immediately, otherwise she would be deemed to have forfeited.

Xiao Chujing pinched her palm, and she stood up and grabbed the nameless sword. The eldest brother and eldest sister ran in front, opened the door on the left and right, and bright light like daylight shone in.

Ye Xiaoman walked slowly on the dazzling light and walked out of the door amid the increasingly foul curses from the Divine Will Sect.

The first thing she saw was a sturdy male cultivator, standing with his legs apart and his arms folded in an arrogant manner. Beside him stood a bronze-armored giant as big as a hill, leading a group of cultivators. They were standing ten steps away from the door and looking at her provocatively.

Ye Xiaoman took a quick look and saw that they were all so ugly that she couldn't bear to look away immediately.

Look at your surroundings.

On the left and right, in the grids of each arena, pairs of monks were competing in front of their respective doors. In front, monks who did not have a turn to compete gathered around the arena to watch the fight.

The loud shouting of the Shenyi Sect attracted the attention of all the cultivators present, so the cultivators beside each arena gathered together to watch the battle between Ye Xiaoman and Du Cun.

Some people couldn't get a good position and even climbed up a big tree nearby to watch the game.

Ye Xiaoman raised her eyes and glanced at the sky above the martial arts arena. She could feel the fluctuations of a powerful being coming from behind the auspicious clouds. She guessed that the sect leader and the others were all present to watch the battle.

Du Cun, a tall and strong man, frowned at Ye Xiaoman, who was as skinny as a chicken and whose height was below his chest, and felt even more contempt in his heart.

He said, "Are you the Nameless Sword Ye Xiaoman?"

Ye Xiaoman nodded: "Exactly."

Du Cun turned around and looked at Zhang Yingjun and Ru Xiashan in confusion, the implication was self-evident: You lost to this kind of stuff?

After the two met, they walked towards each other.

The four rays of light in the magic circle under his feet lit up. Whoever was knocked out of the ring first would be considered the loser.

The Qingzheng Sect, led by Xiao Chujing, occupied one corner outside the arena. In the other corner, the aggressive Shenyi Sect gathered together, confronted the Qingzheng Sect, and occupied the arena on the opposite corner.

The bigwigs on the viewing platform also sat up straight and looked at the arena below with great interest.

The leader of the Qingzheng Sect nervously grasped the handle of the chair, and the property of the Tianyan Sect was so tight that it made a crack. The elders were sweating and fidgeting.

After Ye Xiaoman appeared, the big shots finally saw Ye Xiaoman, the rising star who had recently become famous, and they all paid attention to her for a few moments.

Li Nishang, the common pride of the world and the first generation ruthless sword master, is, in everyone's deeply rooted impression, a tall and heroic woman, free and easy, riding a horse and drinking strong liquor. As soon as she stands out, people can tell at a glance that she is a natural swordsman.

Ye Xiaoman, however, is young, with the face of an honest man who "doesn't cause trouble but is more afraid of trouble". Holding the nameless sword, she stands in an orderly manner on the ring, with a pair of pure and innocent rabbit eyes open, and honesty is written all over her body.

Because her image was so different from Li Nishang's, the bigwigs could not find in her the hope of the former unknown sword master and were all disappointed.

Shi Zaixing glanced at them calmly, then shifted his gaze from Ye Xiaoman to Qing Yuanhu.

Seeing that Qing Yuanhu was finally no longer annoyed with him, he leaned forward as much as possible, with a smile on his face, and looked at Ye Xiaoman motionlessly.

"She is very pretty, isn't she?" Qing Yuanhu asked with curved eyes.

Shi Zai Xing did not respond.

He is not interested in what others look like, what their personalities are like, whether they win or lose, they are just passers-by in life.

Just out of a sense of responsibility to find the savior, he stayed and watched Ye Xiaoman's game patiently.

"Draw your sword." Du Cun ordered arrogantly.

Du Cun watched Ye Xiaoman pull out the nameless sword that was known to everyone in the world inch by inch, and his heart was beating wildly.

He was in ecstasy.

The Nameless Sword is a legendary object that everyone yearns for for the cultivators in the world. It embodies the human race's nostalgia for its glorious past. Due to its supreme status, the cultivators have developed an obsession with defeating the legend.

If you can defeat the legend, you can replace the legend and become the new legend!

Du Cun could already imagine how exhilarating it would be when he defeated Ye Xiaoman, stepped on her feet, took away her nameless sword, and inherited her title of number one on the Heavenly Ranking!

He could not wait to gather his spiritual energy into his fists, roaring and rushing towards Ye Xiaoman.

I must punch her so hard that her sternum is fractured and she falls off the ring!

The bronze-armored giant was affected by his emotions, and his height grew a little more, and he attacked with his master.

The oncoming wind lifted Ye Xiaoman's bangs.

Du Cun's spiritual power surged as he attacked her together with the bronze-armored giant. Every time his feet landed on the ground, there was a heavy sound, and the floor tiles under his feet shook like an earthquake.

Ye Xiaoman stood with her sword in hand, waiting steadily for Du Cun to approach.