Although Yunyang City is quite prosperous, it ultimately lacks a bit of the warmth and vibrancy of everyday life.
Wenru could tell that she wasn't interested, so she led them back to their lodgings through a maze of turns.
After closing the door, Qi Yu took out the Xuan Yu Sword and examined it again.
Feng Xiao transformed into human form, frowning as he said, "That person... doesn't seem to be from this place."
Qi Yu turned her head to look at him, "What do you mean by that?"
Fengxia lowered her head and pondered for a while, then said, "Not necessarily. I don't know the situation here, but that person is very strong. I'm afraid I can only fight him to a draw right now."
Qi Yu was startled, "That person is that powerful?"
In her mind, Feng Xiao was already at the pinnacle of combat power; even Feng Xiao could only manage a draw with that person…
Seeing her like this, Feng Xiao couldn't help but add, "My strength hasn't fully recovered yet."
Qi Yu smiled and reassured him, "I understand, I understand."
She looked at the Xuan Yu sword in her hand and gently stroked the blade.
Although Wenru only said it was an ordinary piece of iron, she always felt that this sword might even be more powerful than the Sword of Compassion.
The face of the stall owner in the black robe flashed before her eyes.
Qi Yu lowered his eyes and placed the sword aside.
...
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
For this sect competition, the Flying Star Sect sent a total of three hundred disciples, most of whom were at the Foundation Establishment stage and a minority at the Golden Core stage.
Most other sects also sent around three hundred disciples.
In reality, the sect competition is more about allowing disciples to broaden their horizons and make friends with each other.
After all, anyone with eyes can see how high the chances are for the Yunyang Sect, the host, to win.
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