After taming the Leizheng Sword with his outstanding personality and charm, Ling Yunpo stayed in Qingluo Peak and concentrated on practicing two-handed sword sparring with Senior Sister An.

Occasionally I would reload the game and go to Qiu Changtian's place to practice how to use the Jade Pivot Thunder more secretly.

Or, as Luo Yan, he could go to Penglai to attend classes, deal with Miss Shi, and increase his synchronization points.

Time passed like this, and finally the day of the fencing competition arrived.

At noon, sword lights were already descending from the top of the Golden Palace Peak of Mount Shu.

Most people came to watch the sword fight, some were on good terms with Ziyun Peak, or had grudges against Qingluo Peak, and each had their own ulterior motives that they did not mention.

Lou Zhizheng stood on the south side of the fencing field, with his sword on his back and his hands behind his back, looking aloof.

After a while, two sword lights descended from the north, they were Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu.

"Now that we are here, you can tell us any last words you have before the sword fight begins," Lou Zhizheng said.

His voice was loud and full of energy, and it actually made the air above the peak buzz. The disciples in the foundation-building stage around him exclaimed:

"Could this person really have entered the Marrow Cleansing Stage?!"

Regardless of previous rumors, in the eyes of most Shushan disciples, sword fighting should be fair and dignified, with victory being honorable and defeat being upright.

Such shady tactics as deliberately challenging others to a duel of the same level and then forcing a breakthrough on the spot are always considered shameful.

Now that they saw that Lou Zhizheng had really broken through the marrow cleansing stage with the help of the secret technique as rumored, they all booed enthusiastically.

"Tsk, strategy is also part of a duel, what do you idiots know!"

Lou Zhizheng didn't care at all and just folded his arms and sneered.

Using the secret method of Purple Qi Gathering at the Top of the Head to force a breakthrough would also be a serious blow to his future cultivation.

Since such a price has been paid, this time I must beat Ling Yunpo to death, no matter how hard I try to damage his bones.

Until An Zhisu could no longer bear it and was willing to offer his magic sword in exchange for spirit stones, he naturally agreed, and then defeated Ling Yunpo cleanly and let him go.

It seems that this plan is perfect and flawless.

The only regret is that no senior brothers from Ziyun Peak came to watch.

If there was a Jindan Zhenren standing on the sidelines, how could so many spectators dare to disturb him!

Listening to the boos from outside the stadium, Lou Zhizheng's eyes twisted, he was secretly holding back his anger, and silently clenched his fingers to create a magic formula.

"That guy doesn't seem to be very popular." Ling Yunpo said.

"Don't worry about other people's opinions." An Zhisu smiled and said, "Just play with your heart."

As soon as Ling Yunpo stood still in the middle of the field, the people around him burst into even louder boos.

He was really frightened by the viciousness of the curses and the sharpness of the insults.

"Is this the new disciple of Qingluo Peak? How could he be so blind as to want to join the evil place of Qingluo Peak?"

"Is he the junior brother of the Grass-Cutting Sword Immortal? I heard that he is only at the Qi Refining Stage. I think he will definitely die this time."

"Hahaha, no matter which side is seriously injured or dies tragically this time, it will be a matter of great joy. After the duel, I will treat everyone to a drink."

I just said that the other party has a really bad reputation, but I didn’t expect that my reputation is not that good either, Ling Yunpo thought to himself.

As for why this was the case, he had already roughly found out during the period before the duel.

It was said that his cheap master, Su Jian, was originally a great killer in Shushan. Countless fellow disciples and elders had died at his hands in sword fights alone.

But later, because of his seclusion, he faded out of the sight of everyone in Shushan.

And although his senior sister An Zhisu An is usually gentle and considerate, she is seen as a little killer by outsiders.

There are even rumors that she would smile and pick up her sword to chop people when there is a slight conflict. However, her strength is so strong that there are at least a hundred or eighty disciples of the same level who cannot control her at all.

If it weren't for the Shushan rule that cross-level sword fighting is prohibited, a Jindan Zhenren would have rushed over and killed her seventeen or eighteen times.

The old and young of Qingluo Peak have long oppressed the other peaks and many of their fellow disciples in Shushan, to the point that the Qingluo Peak lineage has such a bad reputation within Shushan that it is almost second only to the people in the Demon Cult.

From this, it is easy to imagine how much discrimination and criticism Ling Yun will face in the outside world as a disciple of Qingluo Peak.

Before the fencing duel began, there was a murmur of angry curses all around.

He scolded Lou Zhizheng for "using any means necessary" and "the shame of Shushan".

They scolded Ling Yunpo as "a disciple of the killer star" and said he should die early.

The power of his tongue was comparable to that of a ninth-rank flying sword, and he almost wished he could skin the two people on the field alive.

An Zhisu stood on the sidelines, her brows slightly furrowed, obviously unable to hide her worry.

Although my junior brother is very strong, this is his first time seeing such an away game. You won’t feel any psychological pressure, right?

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.

When a disciple nearby saw this, he felt a little pleased.

This disciple also had a grudge against Qingluo Peak. His beloved senior sister had once challenged An Zhisu, but her natal sword was broken, causing a great loss of her cultivation. She never recovered from that and asked to leave Shushan and be exiled six years ago.

He usually didn't dare to provoke Qingluo Peak, but when he saw Ling Yunpo being attacked by public opinion and An Zhisu looking depressed, he plucked up his courage and came over to ridicule him:

"Senior Sister An, I never thought that you guys at Qingluo Peak are so obsessed with sword fighting that you can even do such a feat as a Qi Refining Stage challenging a Marrow Cleansing Stage?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Sister, you have been happy to wield the sword all your life, but you have also made mistakes. Now you have to collect the body of your junior brother."

An Zhisu smiled faintly and said:

"Sword fighting is the means for sword immortals like us to break through. Only when we are on the line between life and death can we have the opportunity to achieve great enlightenment."

"By the way, you seem to be a disciple of Cuizhu Peak. I wonder if your Senior Brother Jin, who is at the Huafu level, has recovered from the injury he sustained in the sword fight last time?"

"If you are well, please let me know. I will come to ask for your advice again in a while."

The disciple just sneered at first, but when he heard the words asking for advice, his face suddenly changed and his heart skipped a beat.

Originally he just wanted to have the pleasure of talking, but he didn't expect that it would bring disaster to his family.

If Ling Yunpo died in the sword fight, this An Shaxing would come to him in anger to ask for advice, and Senior Brother Jin would be chopped half to death by her!

Looking at the surrounding sidelines, let alone Ziyun Peak, not a single Huafu-level disciple from the entire Shushan dared to come!

They must be afraid that Ling Yunpo would unfortunately die soon, and An Shaxing would go berserk and look for someone to fight with swords to vent his anger, so they all hid themselves a long time ago!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had to muster up his remaining courage again, and spoke humbly to An Zhisu, saying a few words of submissiveness.

Seeing him so timid, An Zhisu couldn't help laughing, so she smiled and said a few gentle words to comfort him.

The disciple's expression became more and more uneasy after hearing this. He thought that this sword-cutting immortal was really vicious and was actually playing tricks with a hidden knife behind his joke?

He could only find an excuse to leave immediately, and took the opportunity to fly back to Cuizhu Peak with his sword, and informed his senior brother Jin about the matter.

As a result, Senior Brother Jin was horrified and scolded him severely. He immediately flew away from Shushan on his sword at night and took refuge outside.