Chapter 21 Breakthrough He has to find a way to get his junior sister back.
On the second day after the literary examination, no one had any objection to the rankings, and the sect announced the rules for this year's martial arts examination.
Unlike previous years' round-robin competitions, or directly throwing the disciples into the secret realm for the elders to watch their performance, this year's martial arts test was divided into two stages.
The first stage is a three-day points competition. The top fifteen players from these three days will advance to the second stage, the final competition.
Perhaps because they were selecting the first disciple for Lingshan Taoist Master, the matter seemed particularly serious.
The disciples who had unfortunately ranked after the 80th place in the written examination and had been eliminated were packing their luggage and waiting to leave the sect soon, while enthusiastically discussing the upcoming competition.
Since most people didn't have high hopes of entering the martial arts exam, the initial disappointment and regret soon passed, and they gladly accepted the results, intending to take advantage of this last chance to learn more from the best students of the same class.
As for the eighty disciples who entered the martial arts test, they entered a stage of crazy practice.
Every day, from morning till night, there are disciples fighting in pairs on the sword stage of Qinglu.
There are limited spaces on the sword platform. At first, everyone was willing to queue up and wait, but after a few days, they lost their patience.
Soon, besides the sword arena, disciples from the Tianzi class were seen sparring and fighting everywhere. Today, a section of the bamboo forest was cut down, tomorrow, a patch of grass was flattened.
The good qinglu has inexplicably become dilapidated and broken down.
Many inner disciples who passed by could not help but sigh that it was fortunate that only the outer disciples with low cultivation were competing in swordsmanship, otherwise, this beautiful mountain would have been overturned.
Even Zhan Yao, who was far stronger than the others and had always been confident of victory, worked harder than usual.
On the sword stage, she used a move called "Sand Through the Ground" connected with the "Flowing Clouds and Moon" to knock Zhou Su on the opposite side to the ground, and even the sword in her hand fell to the ground.
Throwing away the sword is a big taboo for sword practitioners. Zhou Su was originally thinking about how to deal with it, but at this moment he panicked and immediately lost his pace, and only focused on picking up the sword.
But before she took a step, Zhan Yao's sword was already on her neck.
Zhou Su stopped and said cleverly, "I lost."
Facing Zhan Yao, she didn't think she had a chance of winning, so she admitted defeat very readily.
Zhan Yao was very dissatisfied with her lack of desire to win. He immediately retracted his sword and said coldly, "How can you enter the inner gate like this? You can't even concentrate on receiving the attack."
"Isn't it because my opponent is you, Ayao? I know I can't win. If it were someone else, I would definitely give it my all..."
Zhou Su picked up her sword from the ground, put it back into the scabbard, and tried to defend herself, but when she met Zhan Yao's completely disapproving gaze, her voice unconsciously lowered.
"What are you talking about? Are you planning to surrender if you meet an opponent stronger than you in the future?"
Zhan Yao has a slender figure, on par with many male cultivators and taller than most female cultivators. When she stands up straight and looks at people, she always looks condescending. Coupled with her somewhat stern tone at the moment, she looks more and more like a teacher who is lecturing people.
"Besides, how do you know if you have a chance of winning against other people? Maybe, when you let your guard down, someone has already taken the lead."
Zhou Su looked at her blankly, somewhat speechless.
Of course, she didn't think that after spending nearly four years with these people, she wouldn't be unaware of their respective strengths, but facing Zhan Yao's inexplicable anger, she dared not say anything.
Normally, although Zhan Yao was not gentle to them, she was rarely so merciless.
Xu Lian, who was watching the fight nearby, guessed the reason for Zhan Yao's abnormal behavior and smiled to smooth things over: "Ayao, are you still thinking about Mu Fuyun?"
More than half a month has passed since the written test results were announced.
At first, many disciples were surprised by Mu Fuyun's ranking, but soon, this surprise was replaced by a tense and ready-to-go atmosphere.
After all, no matter how unexpected it was, it was just a written test. Who knew if she had studied Taoism in the past?
For those who practice Taoism, strength is always the most important thing. Everyone remembers that Mu Fuyun was knocked to the ground by Zhan Yao in just four moves, so naturally they would not take her seriously.
Only Zhan Yao has kept Mu Fuyun in her heart since that day.
Xu Lian felt that this was probably because she had not encountered an equally matched opponent in the outer sect for too long.
"She's someone who needed Senior Sister Mu's connections to get into the outer sect class. How could she be so concerned about you?" She looked around and said, "Look, she hasn't come to the Sword Arena Trial in so many days. Isn't she afraid?"
"Yes, even if you really make rapid progress, it still has to be achieved through practice, sword by sword." Zhou Su quickly chimed in, "You can cram for the literary exam, but not the martial arts exam."
Zhan Yao listened to what they said and said nothing more.
Even though I knew they were right, for some reason, I still felt like something was wrong.
She looked around and her eyes fell on Xu Huaiyan, who was sparring with another fellow disciple not far away. He didn't seem to be worried about Mu Fuyun.
Mu Fuyun, are you really scared?
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Of course Mu Fuyun was not afraid.
At this moment, she was lying on a huge rock beside the pond in the back mountain, gasping for breath.
Even though she was exhausted and didn't have the strength to move, she still held her sword tightly in her hand.
The most ordinary iron sword brought from the sect.
Just now, after her hard training day and night these days, she finally fought with the ice sword in the water for a full fifty-six moves for the first time, but was defeated due to exhaustion of spiritual energy and lack of physical strength.
In the previous two or three months, the longest time she persisted was only twenty-five correct moves.
Every time, either his speed was not as fast as its, or his spiritual power was not as strong as its, or his sword style was not as varied and effortless as its.
Being able to fight him for fifty-six moves before being defeated was already a huge improvement. She lay on the stone in a very ungraceful manner, but she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, breathing heavily and laughing out loud.
But soon, the smile faded away.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the spiritual energy in her body would always be suddenly exhausted at unexpected times.
When she was still at the early stage of Qi Refining, she just thought it was because the spiritual energy was too thin.
After reaching the middle stage of Qi Refining, she gradually began to notice this abnormality.
Most of the time when practicing sword, the spiritual energy flows normally, dissipating with every move and every style.
But once she suddenly poured more spiritual power into the sword and delivered a powerful blow to the opponent, the feeling of it draining away too quickly became particularly obvious.
Spiritual power flowed through her fingers like sand, fell into the messy dantian, and disappeared, as if something invisible had sucked it away.
Is this also a characteristic of the furnace cauldron constitution? He can't retain his spiritual energy, but it benefits those who practice dual cultivation with him?
She didn't know the reason, but she knew that breaking through again and reaching the late stage of Qi Refining was imminent.
Only by improving one's realm and increasing the spiritual power contained can the problem of rapid loss of spiritual power be alleviated to a certain extent.
A few days ago, she went to Xizhao Pavilion and Shanmingju again.
Many days had passed since the results of the literary test came out. On that day, Chu Ye and Song Xinghe had sent her messages on the jade token one after another.
It was not known whether the two had made an appointment, but they were both indirectly expressing their willingness to "condescend" and take a day or two to teach her sword skills.
She scoffed at this kind of "charity". Besides, she already had the Ice Sword as her companion, which was much better than the two of them, so she simply ignored it and threw the jade token aside.
Perhaps they felt insulted, so when the two men saw her that day, they didn't look happy and didn't even want to say a few words.
Mu Fuyun was too lazy to agree with them, so he simply kept his mouth shut from beginning to end, and felt relieved instead.
Before leaving, Chu Ye gently reminded her that the three-day points competition would be a long, arduous battle, far more challenging than the written examination, which could be passed simply by flipping through and memorizing classics. Song Xinghe was much more blunt, throwing her a bottle of Gu Yuan Dan and telling her to give up trying. She shouldn't even think about defeating the Class A students who had been studying for three or four years in just two or three months.
Mu Fuyun ignored what the two men said, left a small bottle of his blood, and left.
Anyway, her name must be among the top fifteen.
Thinking of this, Mu Fuyun suddenly felt a tremor in her already limp body. The surge under her dantian told her that the realm breakthrough that had been forcibly suppressed last time had come again.
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In the back hall of Guizang Palace, Chu Ye was staring at the lotus lantern on the table in a daze.
The light of the lotus lantern was still dim, appearing half-bright, but it had undergone subtle changes compared to when it was first brought back more than five months ago.
This is the result of blood.
He also tried dripping his own blood into it, but it had no effect and almost extinguished the weak wick.
It can be seen that this effect only occurs among people who are related by blood.
Mu Fuyun...
The name flashed through his mind, and then a face with a high ponytail, upturned eyes and a lively look appeared in front of him.
She was bright and beautiful, no less beautiful than the moon. It seemed that no matter what others said, she could act calm and indifferent.
Even Yue'er in the past might not have been able to do this...
Perhaps it was because there were too many heroic spirits of ancestors enshrined in the back hall, but just by standing there, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift away and his mind became distracted.
The timid reminder from the little Taoist boy brought his thoughts back to normal.
"Brother Chu, it's already 9 o'clock, it's time to set off..."
"knew."
Chu Ye's eyes quickly focused, and he carefully reached out his hand to brush away the almost invisible dust around the lotus lantern, then turned and left with a serious face.
No matter what, he had to find a way to get his junior sister back.
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