Chapter 94 Don’t come to the trial stage before the competition!
"You—she—no, she won't!"
Song Xinghe was stunned for a long time, as if unable to digest what he had just heard. He shook his head, unwilling to believe it.
"Even if the seal is real, it doesn't prove that what you said is true!" He stared at Xu Lian with a suspicious look, took three or two steps forward, grabbed her wrist again, and held the sword in the other hand, as if he was ready to take her away on the sword.
"Why, are you going to confront Mu Fuyue and Chen Tian?" Mu Fuyun looked at his impulsive look and couldn't help shaking his head.
A big red cross was drawn on the image of Song Xinghe, which was already associated with childishness and impulsiveness in her mind.
"Whether it's true or not, I don't believe you don't have any sense in your heart."
Song Xinghe paused, refusing to look back at her. He stubbornly turned his head to the side, lowering his eyes to gaze at the tangled, powerful roots of a thousand-year-old tree beside him. He said in a suppressed tone, "I want to hear it from her own mouth. Who knows if you're colluding to frame her?"
Xu Lian was struggling reluctantly at first, but after hearing what was said, she slowed down her movements, turned her head to look at Mu Fuyun, and there was a hint of pity in her eyes.
"Then how do you know she's telling the truth?" Mu Fuyun took two steps forward, blocking his way. He met his evasive gaze expressionlessly. "Chen Tian is still serving his sentence in the Punishment Hall. Even if he were there, what would you do if he and Mu Fuyue both denied it?"
Song Xinghe pursed his lips and did not refute. In fact, he already had a vague premonition in his heart that if he went to confront him face to face now, this would most likely be the result.
Should he believe it? Should he trust the senior sister he had always wanted to be close to, unconditionally, like he had done so many times before?
After a long silence, he avoided Mu Fuyun's sight and slowly released his grip on Xu Lian's hand.
"Then tell me, what should we do? How can we know whether this matter is true or not?"
Mu Fuyun still had no expression on his face and hadn't spoken yet. Xu Lian, who had finally gained her freedom, could no longer hold back.
She rolled her eyes and sneered, "Is that even a question? Of course I'll wait."
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Since the arrival of disciples from various sects, the entire Tianyan has become increasingly lively.
There are still five days before the official Dharma Assembly begins. Instructor Shen, who is responsible for arranging the competitions, has already determined the order of the competitions in advance and distributed them to everyone with jade cards. It has also been written on the stone tablets in the sect.
The competition between sword cultivators is naturally more exciting the higher the realm. Therefore, the order of the competition is based on the realm, starting from the competition between Jindan stage cultivators and gradually upgrading.
While waiting for the Dharma Assembly to officially begin, the disciples occupied the trial platform of Fu Ri Peak. Especially the disciples who were not participating in the Dharma Assembly, they began to compete with each other first.
This was a custom left over from previous Dharma Assemblies, tacitly accepted by all sects. These disciples, aside from missions, rarely had the opportunity to truly gain experience. Many smaller sects traveled thousands of miles just for the chance to spar with the cultivators of the three major sects.
As for those disciples who passed the internal selection and were going to participate in the competition, in order to preserve their strength and conserve their energy, most of them chose to practice sword skills alone, or only have simple competitions with their fellow disciples, and not compete with disciples from other sects.
This kind of convention has always been accepted by everyone, but some people are unconventional and want to break this convention.
Liang Huailian put one hand on his waist and held the sword on his shoulder with the other hand as if holding a knife. He stood bored in the middle of one of the trial platforms, looking at the row of monks in front of him who had been knocked to the ground.
These cultivators came from the three major sects as well as other small sects, seven or eight people in total, all of whom were at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages. They had just seen the famous Liang Huailian standing on the trial platform, so without thinking, they lined up to try their luck.
Even if I get beaten up, it's worth it!
Unexpectedly, Liang Huailian, although young, was quite arrogant and asked them to attack together.
They thought that no matter how strong she was, she was just a young female cultivator without much practical experience, and she could not withstand so many people attacking her at the same time. They were also worried that they would not be able to control her strength and hurt her, so they were prepared to show mercy.
He was quickly slapped in the face.
Liang Huailian on the trial stage did not have her usual affectionate and charming look at all. When she drew out the sword, she seemed like a different person, with infinite strength and great destructive power.
"Lady, Lady Liang, we admit defeat, we admit defeat, please show mercy!"
"I can't beat him, I really can't beat him, I admit defeat!"
The people lying on the ground looked listless and begged for mercy repeatedly.
Liang Huailian, carrying his sword, made a "tsk" sound and looked around as if he was looking for someone: "It's boring, there's no one who can fight."
Everyone: “…”
"There are those who can fight. You can meet them at the Dharma Assembly." Xiao Yan was originally standing by and watching the fun. He was stunned when he saw this. When he heard her say this, he answered subconsciously.
Liang Huailian turned her head and met his dull eyes. She narrowed her eyes and showed a dangerous expression: "You look a little familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?"
Xiao Yan froze, looked at the monks who were falling down, swallowed his saliva, and dared not answer.
Hongying grabbed his arm and pulled him back, then laughed at Liang Huailian and said, "Yes, we've seen him before. Not only him, but we've all seen him before. Yesterday at the foot of the mountain, all the people from Tianyan were there!"
"Really?" Liang Huailian, carrying his sword, looked a little unconvinced. He turned and took two steps closer, sizing them up suspiciously. "Why do I feel like something's wrong?"
Xiao Yan and Hong Ying stood side by side, their hands behind their backs. They looked extremely obedient and shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no, you must have remembered it wrongly."
They had just witnessed Liang Huailian's fighting ability. With their current strength, they would probably be knocked down in two or three moves.
As a cultivator, one must have the spirit and determination to fear no strong opponent and bravely scale new heights, but acting within one's capabilities is also a wise and self-aware act. It would be better to leave such opponents to Zhan Yao and Mu Fuyun.
Liang Huailian smoothed the hair on his forehead and stared at the two of them, thinking hard, obviously he had not yet dispelled his doubts.
Cheng Yu and Ci Yiyuan happened to come over.
"Junior sister, that's enough. If someone doesn't know, they might think you're bullying me."
"Yes, Master asked about you just now. He asked us two to keep a close eye on you and make sure you don't cause any trouble."
In fact, Master Hongmeng loved this female disciple like his own daughter, and he always told them to take good care of his junior sister.
The old man didn't know the destructive power of his disciple outside, but Cheng Yu and Ci Yiyuan knew it, so naturally they would not convey it truthfully.
Liang Huailian immediately frowned and looked at his two brothers with dissatisfaction: "Nonsense, Master would never say that, stop lying to me!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say is right."
On the other side, Zhan Yang had already brought over a few fellow disciples. When Liang Huailian was unaware, he helped the cultivators on the trial platform up, gave them healing pills and talismans, and quietly took care of the aftermath.
"What about you, Senior Brother Zhan, did my father ask you to come?" Liang Huailian asked angrily when he turned his head and saw her.
Zhan Yang raised his eyelids: "Master means well."
Seeing that Liang Huailian's attention was diverted, Xiao Yan and Hong Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to quietly retreat.
"Junior sister, you still have to compete in a few days. Why bother with others now? It's better to conserve your energy." Cheng Yu advised.
Ci Yiyuan also said: "Yes, this is Tianyan after all, not Taixu Sect, nor Wuding Sect."
As the only daughter of the head of the Wuding Sect and the direct disciple of the head of the Taixu Sect, Liang Huailian has always been arrogant. This is the first time someone has reminded her to be more restrained.
"I'm not causing any trouble, I'm just competing in swordplay, what's there to be afraid of?" Liang Huailian didn't take it seriously, and raised his head to look around again. "The person I really want to compete with hasn't appeared yet. I won't leave, so don't bother me."
Cheng Yu sighed and said helplessly: "Who do you want to compete with?"
Xiao Yan and Hong Ying looked at each other, and both had a bad premonition in their hearts. They quickly took out the jade cards and quickly sent messages to Zhan Yao and Mu Fuyun respectively.
"Need I ask? Of course it's Zhan Yao, and that Mu Fuyun from yesterday!" Liang Huailian said, jumping on the spot, as if stretching his muscles and bones, and swung out a sword flower. The sword intent was so sharp that it flattened a protruding stone under the stage.
"Don't come to the trial platform!"
As soon as the last word was written and sent out, two figures appeared in the sky one after the other.
"Here it comes!" Liang Huailian raised his head and said excitedly.
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