The following morning,
The disciples of the Seven Lineages gathered once again at Cloud Sea Square.
Fifty-four small floating islands floated out of thin air around the square.
"How magnificent!"
"Don't make a fuss. It's obvious this is your first time participating in the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament. These floating islands are the arenas for combat."
"To use a floating island as a fighting arena, how magnificent!"
"Then how do we watch the ring?"
"Nonsense, of course I'll fly around the floating island myself to take a look. You're not telling me you can't fly on a sword, are you? No way, no way?"
"..."
There was a lot of discussion around.
"quiet!"
Dao Xuan floated high in the sky, seemingly very far away, yet in the eyes of the crowd, it appeared incredibly magnificent, as if it were right in front of them.
Clearly, this is yet another kind of supernatural power.
Dao Xuan announced the rules of the battle: "Disciples numbered 54 will go up to the arena in turn, and then disciples numbered 55 to 108 will fight against disciples numbered 1 to 54 in turn."
Disciples from various lineages flew onto the floating island on their swords.
Murong Fu's opponent was a female disciple from Xiaozhu Peak, petite, cute, and with a graceful figure.
Seeing that her opponent was actually a Foundation Establishment stage expert, the female disciple felt bitter and clasped her hands, saying, "Senior Brother Murong, please show mercy."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and clasped his hands in return, saying, "Junior Sister is too kind. I am still a beginner and although my cultivation is temporarily ahead, there is always something to learn from others. Junior Sister, you don't need to belittle yourself."
The female disciple was grateful upon hearing this. "Senior Brother Murong, the sword technique I use is called the Azure Water Sword Technique. The sword strikes like water, continuous and unbroken. Be careful."
"Okay, thank you for reminding me, junior sister."
Murong Fu expressed his gratitude solemnly.
Seeing that the two were about to continue arguing, the elder referee could no longer stand it and announced loudly: "Zhang Qiao'er versus Murong Fu! The match begins!"
"Senior brother, take this!"
Zhang Qiao'er lunged forward, her sword drawing out a vast expanse of emerald waves that engulfed everything.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
Murong Fu praised her, then floated lightly above her, saying, "Junior Sister, I'm about to make my move, be careful."
Zhang Qiao'er's heart tightened; she simply couldn't pinpoint Murong Fu's location.
Murong Fu's cultivation level was revealed to be at the second level of the Foundation Establishment stage.
The female disciple was only at the tenth level of Qi Refining, a difference as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and use his sword technique to barely parry a move, his body staggering backward.
She said very decisively, "Senior Brother Murong, I admit defeat."
"Junior sister, you can actually hold out for a few more moves, just do this..."
Murong Fu still needed to give him some pointers.
But the referee elder's face darkened. "You already have two wives, and you're still flirting with female disciples!"
The elder referee interrupted immediately: "Murong Fu wins! Please do not occupy the arena!"
Murong Fu then clasped his hands in a fist salute to the female disciple, his smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Junior Sister Qiao'er, let's discuss this another day."
"Okay, another day!"
Zhang Qiao'er was deeply moved. She was just an ordinary disciple, yet Murong Fu valued her so much, which greatly encouraged her!
Murong Fu looked toward a floating island next door, and before he even got close, he heard people talking about it.
"Junior Sister Lu is truly a prodigy; she knocked her opponent off the stage with a single sword strike."
"Nonsense, Junior Sister Lu is at the third level of Foundation Establishment, while her opponent is only at the tenth level of Qi Refining."
"No matter what, Junior Sister Lu is so beautiful. If only I could become her Daoist partner..."
"You're daydreaming in broad daylight."
"Brother, you don't understand. Only daydreaming in broad daylight is called daydreaming."
"Hahaha!"
The onlookers were amazed by Lu Xueqi, followed by a burst of self-deprecating laughter.
Such goddesses can only be admired from afar and not dared to be profaned; how could they possibly covet them?
"Junior Sister Lu, look over here!"
"What a nice view!"
Wherever Lu Xueqi looked, there were gasps of amazement and gasps of astonishment.
Her icy, beautiful gaze locked onto Murong Fu at the back of the crowd.
His defiant gaze seemed to say: I will definitely defeat you!
Murong Fu understood the look in his eyes and smiled happily.
Lu Xueqi frowned slightly. What did that mean? Did she look down on her?
Just then, Tian Ling'er rushed over: "Husband, what are you looking at?"
Because they had to participate in a martial arts competition, the children were left in the care of Tian Buyi and Su Ru.
Therefore, we can see Tian Buyi and Su Ru each holding two children, sitting upright in the head seat and elder's seat.
It's quite a beautiful sight.
Murong Fu put his arm around her and said, "I didn't see anything. I just finished my match and came off the stage."
"Mmm!" Tian Ling'er chattered, "My opponent was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and I killed him in one move. It wasn't fun at all."
That's because you're good at it.
Murong Fu gently pinched her delicate nose and praised her.
The two talked as they walked off the field.
Lu Xueqi frowned even more. How dare he ignore me! I'll make this arrogant fool know how powerful I am!
Except for a few rings where the fights were fierce, most people defeated their opponents in just a few moves.
Arena 1.
Zhang Xiaofan, wielding a magical flying sword, fought a fierce battle against a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining from Feng Hui Peak.
"Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan, you're almost out of magic power, aren't you? Give up."
The opponent cast a protective spell, allowing Zhang Xiaofan to attack, and then tried to persuade him.
The disciple of Feng Hui Peak was also frustrated, as Zhang Xiaofan's movement skills were excellent, and his attacks always missed.
Zhang Xiaofan, lacking sufficient magical power, was unable to break through his magical shield, and the two were locked in a stalemate.
Since it was just two Qi Refining stage novices fighting each other, there was no one watching except for the referee on the stage.
The referee elder was quite surprised. He had thought it would be a one-sided battle, but it turned out that they could stay at a stalemate.
This little guy at the fourth level of Qi Refining is really surprising!
Zhang Xiaofan remained silent, as if he had given up. He closed his eyes and stood still.
"A good opportunity!" The disciples of Feng Hui Peak seized the opportunity to attack Zhang Xiaofan, trying to knock him off the floating island.
But suddenly,
Zhang Xiaofan opened his eyes, his figure flickered, and he became a blur.
When he reappeared, a long sword was held to the man's neck.
Zhang Xiaofan wins!
The disciples of Feng Hui Peak could not believe it, but it was the truth.
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