It's New Year again.

For the Shushan Sword Immortals, there is no custom of celebrating New Year's Eve and New Year's Day - they have retained another more exciting tradition.

The first month competition.

In this competition, there was no seat challenge session and no Fairy Sword Ranking. Everyone just drew lots randomly and challenged one-on-one. Therefore, it was much more harmonious than the official Shushan competition.

There were even quite a few familiar sword masters from the same sect who were drawn to compete together. Everyone played the round-based game politely, with some back and forth, and finally the winner was decided in a friendly manner without either side losing face.

Of course, there are harmonious examples, and naturally there are also relatively disharmonious examples.

For example, the mowing swordsman in previous years always gave his all, no matter whether the opponent was strong or weak, which made everyone dislike him.

But this time, An Zhisu was listening to the advice of his junior brother Ling Yunpo. During this competition, he should make as many friends as possible and make fewer enemies, and strictly prohibit unnecessary acts of provoking hatred.

"Sister, don't always think about cutting other people's natal swords!" Ling Yunpo said earnestly, "If you try to show off your power too much, it will only make others isolate our Qingluo Peak even more!"

"Even if they are really weak, you should be polite and give them a way out. It's New Year's Day, don't make it so bloody and violent!"

An Zhisu kept nodding and said:

"Okay, Junior Brother, I'll listen to you."

After drawing the lots, An Zhisu walked onto the stage gracefully.

The Sword Immortal disciple opposite him had a pale face and trembling legs. He cursed in his heart, "What a pity! How did I get this God of Killing!"

Looking at the disciples in the audience, they were also quite indignant.

The war hasn't even started yet and you seem like you're about to admit defeat. What's going on?

Someone shouted, "Junior Brother Zhang will win," and then cheers of encouragement began to rise one after another.

Maybe the cheers were really effective, or maybe he was forced onto the stage and couldn't get off. Although Junior Brother Zhang was still panicked and frightened, he was much better than when he first trembled and shook like a loser.

The swordsman on the stage did not attack immediately, but asked the other party kindly:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

When the audience heard this, they were immediately shocked.

We are all united and cheering for the other side, and you actually say such arrogant words?

This time there were not only cheers, but also curses.

Junior Brother Zhang listened in a daze, and suddenly his face seemed no longer frightened:

"Although I am not good at swordsmanship," he said with a shy smile, "but now with so many fellow disciples watching, if I admit defeat directly, it will bring shame to my sect."

"Please give me some advice, Senior Sister An." He drew out his natal sword and said seriously.

An Zhisu sighed and drew out the Feiyan Sword.

After a few breaths, Junior Brother Zhang was kicked out of the competition venue. He was defeated miserably.

The gap in swordsmanship attainments naturally cannot be made up by just mustering a little courage.

Looking at the boiling noise around him, An Zhisu frowned slightly.

Under normal circumstances, if she was scolded like this by everyone, she would just not understand and leave indifferently.

After all, Su Jian taught her since she was a child that "the sword immortal can only speak with the sword in his hand."

However, this time she listened to Junior Brother Ling and did not directly cut off the opponent's natal sword as usual, causing serious injuries to the opponent... Why did the attitudes of these audiences not change much?

After leaving the venue, An Zhisu came to Ling Yun's side and asked doubtfully:

"Brother, what did I do wrong?"

"I didn't do anything wrong..." Ling Yunpo smiled bitterly.

When encountering a situation like the one just now, since everyone is applauding Junior Brother Zhang's courage, you should say a few nice words, praise him, and then defeat him with your slightly superior strength, so that he can maintain at least some dignity and leave the stage intact.

In this way, ordinary disciples will think that Junior Brother Zhang lost the battle but not the person, and those with sharp eyes can see that you are letting him win, so everyone can save face.

Instead of just using all his strength to knock the opponent out of the field...

Having said that, someone like An Zhisu, who has almost no social experience, is probably completely unable to perform such a complicated operation.

After thinking it over, Ling Yunpo could only reorganize his words in the simplest way and said:

"In the next match, when you get on stage, don't defeat the opponent directly. Instead, use your strength slightly higher than the opponent's and fight for a few rounds until the opponent admits defeat."

An Zhisu nodded and said yes, indicating that there was no problem.

Ling Yunpo also found time to go out and defeated his opponent in the draw easily and neatly.

As the leader of the four most powerful men in the Foundation Establishment Realm of Mount Shu, it was natural for him to win. The opponent did not act out any scene of being afraid first and then determined, and the audience around him did not take sides to mediate.

I just don’t know why when it’s Senior Sister’s turn, so many weird scenes happen for no reason.

When Ling Yunpo returned to the sidelines, he saw that the person who drew An Zhisu this time was actually the rookie Bi Sheng who was ranked behind the top four.

Ling Yunpo had never dealt with this female swordsman, but Qiu Changtian knew her.

When he first took part in the trial at the Demon Locking Tower in Mount Shu, the headmaster of Yujing arranged for this sword fairy to receive him.

Seeing Bisheng walking up to the stage in a heroic manner, An Zhisu asked with a smile on her face:

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

"No!" Bisheng immediately flew into a rage, as if she had suffered a great humiliation, and drew her sword and said, "Sister An, why are you humiliating me like this? Even if I am not strong enough, I will not give up easily!"

After saying that, she stabbed forward with her sword.

The onlookers immediately burst into cheers. Compared to the previous Junior Brother Zhang who spoke nicely but was knocked off the stage after just a few moves, everyone obviously supported the more powerful Senior Sister Bisheng.

An Zhisu held on silently, and after a few moves, he successfully regained the rhythm and suppressed Bisheng in turn.

However, she remembered Junior Brother Ling's instructions and suppressed her own strength, and fought back and forth with Bisheng.

The audience was watching nervously. Bisheng noticed something was going on and was shaking with anger.

How can this be An Zhisu's strength? Even when facing that Junior Brother Zhang just now, you used all your strength. Why are you humiliating me like this?

She gritted her teeth in anger and simply used the secret method of burning blood, which directly raised her cultivation level. Her swordsmanship also suddenly became sharper.

Seeing Bi Sheng suddenly become stronger, most of the onlookers were cheered up. Could it be that this Senior Sister Bi Sheng had been playing dumb in the past, and this time she was going to show off her trump card and severely humiliate the sword fairy who was mowing the grass?

Only a few disciples noticed that something was wrong. Bisheng was not pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. It was obvious that she was provoked by the other party and was about to fight to the death!

"How is it?" Lin Duanshan suddenly asked from a stand in the distance.

"We can't win." Duan Fenhai said concisely.

As Bisheng's cultivation level suddenly increased, An Zhisu also frowned slightly.

With this level of skill and the fact that you can't beat me, is there any need to use that secret method?

However, she still remembered Junior Brother Ling's advice, and once again improved her sword skills, which she had been keeping back, to a level that was just slightly better than Bi Sheng's level after her outburst.

Bi Sheng had just been showing off for a few moments when he saw the opponent's sword light suddenly become stronger and suppressed him again. He was shocked and angry, his eyes widened, his teeth clenched, his expression tense, and suddenly he spat out a large mouthful of blood mist towards the sky.

If you are not careful, the side effects of the secret technique will occur.