At noon, Ling Yunpo followed Senior Sister An to the entrance of the Baiyujing secret realm to draw lots.
He originally thought that it would be like queuing for nucleic acid testing, where everyone would take turns to get a number from the lottery box. But when he got there, he found that there were so many people. How long would it take to queue?
Fortunately, the three orthodox sects were not stupid enough to set up a lottery like this. At one quarter past noon, thousands of rays of light suddenly burst out from below and shot in all directions.
A streak of light shot towards Ling Yunpo, and he quickly caught it.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small jade sword with "三一七" engraved on it.
In other words, the opponent is a cultivator who has obtained "Three One Eight", Ling Yunpo thought to himself.
Turning around to look at Senior Sister An's sword, it was "110", a very auspicious number.
At this time, the competition had already begun. The stone gate at the entrance to the Baiyujing secret realm burst open. Several high-level monks were standing near the entrance, constantly charging the stone gate with some kind of lightning magic weapon to keep the secret realm open.
Many monks entered the Baiyujing Secret Realm in groups. Considering that the Secret Realm can accommodate a maximum of one thousand battles per day, most of these monks should not go to compete, but to watch the battle.
"Shall we go in too?" Ling Yunpo invited.
"Okay." An Zhisu smiled softly.
The two followed the crowd and just as they entered the Baiyujing secret realm, they immediately heard huge cheers coming from the front.
"As expected of you, Chief Qiu!"
"That sword move is absolutely brilliant!"
"Chief Qiu is invincible!"
An Zhisu frowned when he heard this, and Ling Yunpo's face changed color. It's only the first game, how come you're already hyping me up!
I saw the crowd slowly parting to the sides near the pavilion in the distance. A Kunlun disciple with a rosy face stepped out of the gate of the pavilion, and kept clasping his fists to the people on both sides and saying:
"This is my first match, and I have the honor to fight against Chief Qiu. I have learned his wonderful skills, but I am truly defeated. I am so ashamed!"
He said he was ashamed, but his expression showed that he was showing off, as if he was the winner.
Looking at the Kunlun disciples in the crowd, they all had envious expressions on their faces, as if it was an honor to fight with Chief Qiu. Yes, it was simply outrageous.
"Senior Brother Yin, please tell us the mystery behind the sword that Chief Qiu just used." Soon, a dozen Kunlun disciples came out and pulled Senior Brother Yin, who was defeated by Qiu Changtian, aside, and the crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed.
"Pretentious." An Zhisu said with disgust, but thought in his heart: Are all the disciples of Kunlun lacking ambition?
Even when Master won battles one after another in Mount Shu, he did not gain such a high reputation. Instead, everyone was dissatisfied and slandered him behind his back... How come Qiu Changtian, who followed the same path, could gain so much admiration and worship from his fellow disciples?
Ling Yunpo guessed what she was thinking and couldn't help laughing secretly: I, Qiu Changtian, and your father, Su Jian, are not following the same path at all!
Su Jian became famous in various challenges in Shushan after his senior brother Daoye disappeared. The long-browed immortal was worried about Daoye's whereabouts and had no energy to care about him.
In addition, Su Jian didn't know how to socialize at all. He would beat up his opponents, didn't know how to say polite words, and would break people's flying swords at will. No matter how strong he was, who would dare to get close to him?
Qiu Changtian was different. His earliest reputation was built in the circle of outer disciples. He was known as "the altruistic chief Qiu", which gave people a positive first impression.
Not to mention that he is a person with a clear mind of Taoism and has a promising future. Everyone wants to make friends with him in advance, and he responds politely to each of them, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze and not feeling alienated at all.
Plus, with the support of Master Ziwei, even if they were jealous of him, they could only pretend to be friendly. As a result, the collective atmosphere of "Everyone loves Qiu Changtian" was naturally formed, right?
The so-called collective atmosphere is the collective consciousness's evaluation of a person, and this thing is contagious.
Su Jian killed someone during a sword fight and made an enemy. The existence of the enemy worsened Su Jian's reputation in Shushan, so more enemies came to fight him, and his reputation became worse and worse.
Qiu Changtian took his outer disciples to gain experience and make friends. His friends helped Qiu Changtian brag about him in the Kunlun circle, so more friends came to make friends with him, and his reputation became better and better.
Do you understand? Sister An, please pay more attention!
An Zhisu naturally had no idea what Junior Brother Ling was thinking. He just felt that not to mention the Master, even his own Junior Brother was a thousand times better than that great showoff Qiu, but no one appreciated him. He couldn't help but become even more displeased with Qiu Changtian, and thought that if he met him, he would definitely teach him a lesson.
Although Junior Brother has told me not to easily cut someone with their natal sword, Qiu Changtian is a Kunlun cultivator and does not know how to practice natal sword. So it shouldn't matter if I cut his sword, and I can also vent my Junior Brother's anger... Well, let's do it!
Ling Yunpo had no idea what Senior Sister An was thinking, he only knew that Qiu Changtian's number must be very high. Maybe Master Ziwei was cheating to let the Chief of Kunlun win the first battle!
The two were strolling in the secret realm of Baiyujing, thinking about something. Suddenly, the sword in An Zhisu's hand lit up, and it flew out of his hand and flew away.
"Senior Sister, it's your turn!" Ling Yunpo reminded quickly.
"Okay!" An Zhisu was angry, but upon hearing that, he immediately drew out the Feiyan Sword, which turned into a stream of red light, and couldn't wait to chase after Qian Jian.
Ling Yunpo hurriedly followed, and the two of them flew on their swords following the small stick, directly to the ninth pavilion in Baiyujing. They saw the sword sank into the plaque on the pavilion and then disappeared.
The pavilions near the ninth building, as well as the corridors and the sky, were already filled with cultivators. When they saw An Zhisu flying here on his sword, the Shushan disciples in the crowd recognized the appearance of the Grass-Mowing Sword Immortal and were immediately shocked. They immediately sent out streams of light and called on their fellow disciples from other peaks to come and see.
You have to know that this Shushan swordsman who cuts grass always treats us Shushan fellow disciples as grass to be cut.
This time in the Baiyujing competition, we can finally go out and bully the other two factions and let them know how powerful the Shushan Sword Immortal is!
An Zhisu and Ling Yunpo stepped into the ninth floor, and many cultivators immediately followed them, rushing in to watch the first battle of the Grass-Mowing Sword Immortal.
Most of them were Shushan disciples, all of them looked extremely excited, eager to kill the sword immortal and make a river of blood.
Of course, there were also some disciples from Kunlun and Penglai who, although they did not know the name of the Grass-Cutting Sword Immortal, could not help but become curious when they saw the Shushan people taking action upon hearing the news.
Ling Yunpo passed through the entrance of the gatehouse and saw that the pavilion was still the same as the last time he came in. It was countless times more spacious than it looked from the outside. It was obvious that it had been widened using some secret space method.
In the center is a wide, barrier-free fighting arena, surrounded by stairs leading to the second and third floors... Each floor is a narrow corridor about ten feet wide, which goes around the edge and is hollowed out in the middle and surrounded by railings, so that spectators can stand on the high floors and watch the fight below.
Senior Sister An’s opponent had arrived in advance and was now standing in the center of the venue. He was a Kunlun cultivator... Huh?
Ling Yunpo knew this man. He was actually the direct disciple of Master Xuanzhen of Kunlun, Senior Brother Fayuan Zhifa. His killer move was the Taiqing Xuanmen invisible sword energy secretly passed down by Master Xuanzhen. He was also considered one of the most elite disciples of Kunlun.
An Zhisu also stepped into the arena, and the rest of the people followed the stairs at the edge of the pavilion to the upper viewing corridor, making room on the first floor for the two competing monks.
Suddenly, a faint female voice was heard from the building:
"The flags hunt the winds of the sky, summoning the true qi of the five directions; the swords cross the Big Dipper, clearing the evil spirits of a thousand miles. Trialists, are you ready to start the fight?"
"Come!" An Zhisu had just pulled out the Feiyan Sword when Fa Yuanzhi suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait!"