Ling Yunpo had a headache.

Senior Sister An is not "low in emotional intelligence" because many times she is not only able to read people's expressions, but can also keenly perceive the kindness or malice hidden in other people's words.

To be precise, she should now be called "simple and straightforward".

Even if she noticed the hostility of others, she didn't know how to remedy or respond.

The reason is that Su Jian never taught her these social skills.

Ling Yunpo highly suspected that Su Jian was most likely a steely old straight man, and his method of teaching his daughter was probably something like "When in doubt, take a stab first."

No matter how smart children are, what can they do if they meet parents who don’t know how to educate them?

An Zhisu came down from the stage with a cold face and walked to Ling Yunpo's side. Then she showed a somewhat panicked look, as if she had done something wrong:

"Junior brother, I..."

"Senior Sister, it's not your fault." Ling Yunpo had to pretend to be resolute, interrupting her apology, and then clenched his fist and said, "I was thinking wrong. It seems that I need to continue to work hard to resolve the prejudices of other peaks against Qingluo Peak!"

An Zhisu was infected by his passionate spirit and said excitedly:

"Okay, what do we do next?"

"Simple." Ling Yunpo thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about what others do. Every time you fight someone, you should first ask the other party whether he wants to admit defeat."

"If the other party surrenders directly, it will naturally save us a lot of trouble."

"If the other party refuses to surrender, you can use your strength slightly better than his, fight with him for a few rounds, and then ask him if he wants to continue."

"If the other party realizes the difference in strength between us and admits defeat in a dignified manner, then the matter will be over."

"If the opponent still refuses to admit defeat, then Senior Sister, you can just use your ultimate move and knock him out of the arena."

"Such people are often arrogant. Senior sister, you should go down and ask him if he wants to exchange his experience of the battle just now. If the opponent is smart, he will follow your ladder and ask you for some swordsmanship theory, which will make the atmosphere harmonious."

"I understand." An Zhisu nodded seriously, and then began to repeat in his mind "Should I admit defeat?", "Should I continue?", "Should I communicate?", trying to remember them in his mind.

Ling Yunpo went to draw the lot, and the result was Duan Fenhai.

Duan Fenhai went straight to the stage and said coldly:

"Junior Brother Ling, come and fight!"

"How dare I disobey your order!" Ling Yunpo responded firmly and went onto the stage.

Over there, An Zhisu saw that his junior brother was going to fight Duan Fenhai, and immediately wanted to go over to watch the fight, but was stopped by Bi Sheng halfway.

"Senior Sister An!" Bisheng had already suppressed her defeated look and said seriously and firmly, "I know that I am too weak now, and I will not be unreasonable or blame you. I will practice hard when I return this time, and I hope I can be worthy of your full strength next time!"

"Oh, okay, okay." An Zhisu said casually, intending to continue walking towards his junior brother.

"I'm serious!" Bisheng said angrily.

"I didn't say you were being perfunctory." An Zhisu frowned unhappily.

Bisheng hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly turned around.

An Zhisu was about to take another step when he heard the Jindan Zhenren who was presiding over the meeting shout:

"An Zhisu, once you've had a good rest, come over and draw lots!"

She stamped her feet when she heard that, looking somewhat helpless, and turned back to draw lots first.

Coincidentally, the one drawn this time was Lin Duanshan.

But in a sense, it's not a coincidence.

After all, if an ordinary Shushan disciple draws her, it's like giving herself away directly. The higher-ups will definitely not let her kill randomly on the spot and mow down everyone along the way - there must always be a beautiful ending.

Lin Duanshan is the eldest senior brother of Jingangshan. He was also the most stable performer among the three of Lin, Duan and Guan in the past. He had occupied the second place on the Immortal Sword Ranking the most times. Therefore, he had a high prestige among the Foundation Establishment disciples of Shushan.

In addition, his private relationship with An Zhisu is pretty good, so even if he loses, he won't lose too badly to the audience, which will deepen the psychological shadow of the audience - this is also a fixed step in previous years.

Lin Duanshan came up to the stage and bowed, making a friendly gesture to the audience. The originally bustling venue immediately quieted down.

An Zhisu also walked up to the stage from the other side, recited his junior's three formulas again, and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Lin, do you want to admit defeat?"

Lin Duanshan was slightly stunned. This... You want me to admit defeat before we even start fighting?

Wait, I’m not those weaklings before, I’m Lin Duanshan!

He was a little angry, but since everyone was watching, he couldn't let it out, so he smiled and said:

“Although I know I can’t win, I still have to give it a try.”

"Good!" someone outside the venue immediately shouted.

To be fair, no one thinks that the Broken Mountain Sword Immortal can defeat the Mowing Grass Sword Immortal. After all, there are so many records of his victories over the years.

However, Lin Duanshan's neither humble nor arrogant attitude still made everyone feel good about him, and they couldn't help but start to expect a shocking reversal and a comeback, so as to put an end to that person's ferocity and arrogance!

An Zhisu was not surprised. He just nodded, drew out the Feiyan Sword, and quickly stabbed towards Lin Duanshan.

Lin Duanshan blocked the attack, feeling the speed and power of the opponent's sword, and thought that Senior Sister An's swordsmanship seemed to have improved a lot compared to the last trip to the Ten Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang.

As the two exchanged moves, Lin Duanshan began to show signs of exhaustion.

However, he had already gotten used to it, so he manipulated the flying sword to fight with the opponent while quickly analyzing the battlefield situation and deducing the sword path. However, he only heard An Zhisu ask again:

"Junior Brother Lin, do you want to continue?"

Lin Duanshan: ???

It took him a long time to react. This was because he was sure that I had no chance of turning the tables, so he wanted to give me a way out in advance to avoid losing too badly!

But my rhythm is still good, why are you so sure that I will lose?

He became more and more unhappy, and cursed inwardly a few times, but said:

"Why don't you continue? Could it be that Senior Sister An is running out of energy after so many rounds of fighting?"

When An Zhisu heard him say this, she realized that her previous question had backfired. Lin Duanshan was already a little annoyed, so she quickly improved her swordsmanship.

Lin Duanshan's defense line was already shaky, and the opponent suddenly intensified the offensive. He could not hold on and was immediately broken.

The Kaiyue and Changbing swords were shaken away by the Hanlie sword, and the Feiyan sword took the opportunity to shoot in front of Lin Duanshan, turned around and used the sword spine to knock him away.

Lin Duanshan didn't expect that the other party still had some strength left, and was caught off guard. He rolled on the ground like a gourd for several times before he got up covered in dust.

"Senior Sister An, you!" His eyes widened, as if he was about to explode, but when he thought of the other party's increasingly terrifying swordsmanship, his anger was instantly extinguished. He could not help but feel discouraged and murmured in despair, "Why has the gap widened again?"

"Junior Brother Lin, do you want to communicate?" An Zhisu jumped down to the stage and asked with a smile.

"Exchange?" Lin Duanshan laughed bitterly, "In the past, we could still see the gap, but now we can't even judge our sister's actual level. What's the point of communicating?"

He bowed awkwardly, then called back the Kaiyue and Changbing swords, raised his arms, covered his face with his sleeves, and left.

The audience around did not expect this result. In previous years, although Senior Brother Lin was defeated, he was defeated with great effort.

This time, he was suppressed throughout the entire process and was directly knocked out of the field, leaving him no room to display his swordsmanship skills.

Although this was due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, everyone felt sympathetic when they saw Lin Duanshan's miserable appearance.

Everyone was silent for a moment, then turned around and dispersed.

An Zhisu stood there, the smile on her face slowly froze.

After a while, he turned around somewhat dejectedly and walked towards the arena where Ling Yunpo was standing.