Luo Yan followed the sword to the eighth pavilion, only to see that his opponent this time was a disciple from Mount Shu.

To be exact, according to Ling Yunpo's memory, it was Wu Xiangru, the third senior sister of Biyun Peak and the current 67th on the Immortal Sword Ranking.

"A man from Penglai?" The other party looked at Luo Yan carefully and confirmed that he was a monk from Penglai Yuqing Temple. Then he showed an expression of "Tsk, Penglai is a weakling" and said impatiently, "Hurry up and finish the fight."

Luo Yan smiled and saluted, laughing in his heart.

In order to prepare for the Shushan Competition, he and Lin Duanshan once reviewed the intelligence information of all the top 100 disciples on the Immortal Sword Ranking.

The third senior sister of Biyun Peak has an extremely impatient personality and likes to attack and compete for the rhythm of the battlefield, sometimes even at the cost of exposing her flaws.

Also, in most cases, the flying sword will hit the opponent's forehead during each attack. He is a fan of headshots.

It is extremely easy to deal with.

The match started quickly, and before Luo Yan could say anything, the opponent immediately shot a flying sword at him.

Luo Yan had already expected that she would attack, so while the other party was making sword moves, he bent down and reached for the Tiangong Treasure Bag at his waist.

The moment he lowered his head, he just managed to dodge the attack of the flying sword.

The attack missed, but Senior Sister Wu didn't think about why it missed. She just became more and more anxious. She made a series of shuriken moves and shot out another flying sword.

Luo Yan naturally knew that she could wield a sword with both hands, so he took out a magic weapon from his Tiangong Treasure Bag.

This treasure bag is the most spiritual. Every time I take something out of it, what comes out is the magic weapon that is most suitable for the current environment.

Suddenly, there was a ball of cloud gauze in Luo Yan's hand. He threw it around his body and it immediately turned into cloud and mist surrounding him.

The flying sword shot into the clouds and mist, and it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. It soon became unable to move and was trapped in it.

"What kind of magic weapon is that?" Senior Sister Wu cried out in shock, but she kept making sword gestures in her hand, directing another flying sword to attack, trying to unleash the sword's magic.

"Oh, it's just the Crimson Palace Smoke Net." Luo Yan said casually, pointing his finger, and the mist suddenly stretched out a "rope" and tied up Senior Sister Wu who was still stimulating her true energy and was caught off guard. "This thing cannot be damaged by ordinary swords and knives. Fellow Daoist has already lost this time."

"The winner is Penglai, Luo Yan." As the mechanical voice sounded, Luo Yan saluted again, then put away the Crimson Palace Smoke Luo and put it back into the treasure bag around his waist.

He was about to leave when he saw three or four Shushan Sword Immortals suddenly rushing over. They were all disciples of Biyun Peak. They surrounded the distraught Senior Sister Wu and shouted at the same time:

"Why did you lose, Senior Sister?"

"We were still defeated by Penglai!"

"How can we explain this to Master?"

Luo Yan didn't bother to care how they explained. Who told you to subconsciously look down on the Penglai disciples?

After leaving the pavilion and walking around the area a few times, he saw Shi Liuli flying by on his sword below.

Luo Yan hurried forward and shouted:

"Senior Sister Shi!"

"Junior brother?" Shi Liuli stopped the sword light, "Are you done fighting? Did you win?"

"Thanks to my opponent for letting me win by chance." Luo Yan said shyly, brushing up his character setting every day, "Where's my senior sister?"

"Oh, I have a bye in the first game." Shi Liuli handed the palm sword to him.

Luo Yan: ...

As expected of you, this is the first time I’ve seen a sword with the number “zero” marked on it.

"This competition is over. The next round will be at least eight or nine days later." Luo Yan said with a smile, "Why don't we go to Tianmu Mountain outside?"

"Later." Shi Liuli waved his hand and said, "I want to watch other people's games."

Luo Yan had no objection, so he accompanied Shi Liuli for a stroll in Baiyujing.

"...The first match was between Qiu Changtian and that guy...I don't know him, but he's a Kunlun disciple. It's such a pity that you weren't there at the time, Junior Brother." Shi Liuli chattered as he entered a pavilion where a battle was going on. "Chief Qiu struck with one sword, and the opponent's flying sword was directly knocked away. He had no power to fight back at all, so he could only admit defeat on the spot!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be so stupid! When Qiu Changtian stepped onto the field, I would just admit defeat. I couldn't win anyway."

"Although there is a huge gap in strength," Luo Yan said with a smile, "but it would be shameful to lose without fighting."

"I think it's important for people to know themselves." Shi Liuli snorted, "Isn't it shameful to be defeated? And the opponent is Qiu Changtian. Even if I admit defeat, no one can say anything... Hey, Junior Brother, who do you think will win in this match?"

Luo Yan looked carefully and saw that the two people fighting in the arena were a Kunlun cultivator and a Shushan swordsman.

The Kunlun cultivator was not a stranger either, but a direct disciple of the Ziwei Sect Master, the 275th generation chief, named "Wang Ban". Qiu Changtian called him "Senior Brother Wang" and could see him every time he went to the lecture room to listen to the sutras.

The Shushan cultivator was Song Heng, who was ranked eighth on the Immortal Sword Ranking. He was also a veteran swordsman. At this moment, he was using his two flying swords to fight against Wang Ban's magic, and the battle was evenly matched.

"Kunlun should be stronger." Luo Yan looked carefully for a moment and said, "Shushan Sword Immortal is good at quick kills. If it is a protracted battle, with the true essence of Kunlun cultivators, the longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be."

"I think Shushan will win." Shi Liuli said with a smile, "How about we make a bet?"

"Okay, what are we betting on?" Luo Yan asked.

"The loser has to agree to something the winner does." Shi Liuli smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Okay." Luo Yan had just agreed when Wang Ban off the field suddenly said:

"Fellow Daoist Song's swordsmanship is sharp. I am ashamed to say that I am not as good as him. Can I admit defeat this time?"

"Why is this happening, Brother Wang?" Song Heng also put away his flying sword and asked unhappily.

It is true that the Shushan Sword Immortal likes to win, but he is extremely disgusted and hates this kind of "victory given by charity".

"Just now when I was fighting with you, I suddenly realized something and was about to ponder it." Wang Ban said seriously, "I only have ten years left to live, and the day of forming the elixir is imminent. Please forgive me."

Song Heng was silent for a moment, then he clasped his fists and said:

"In that case, please do as you please, fellow Taoist. Take care."

Luo Yan: ...

Only then did he wake up from his dream: Senior Brother Wang was the 275th generation chief disciple, and he had been a disciple of Kunlun for 170 years.

Considering that he started practicing Buddhism at the age of 20, he is now 190 years old and has only 10 years left to live. It would be dangerous if he does not form an elixir.

Forming a pill is a difficult threshold that every cultivator must pass in order to achieve the Great Dao. No matter how much preparation is made, it is not too much. Since Senior Brother Wang suddenly had an epiphany during the battle, he must quickly find a place to digest his experience so that he can have more chips before forming a pill.

Therefore, let alone Song Heng from Shushan, even if the head of Kunlun Ziwei was here, he would not blame him for giving up the Baiyujing competition.

It would be fine if he could make it into the top twelve in the competition, after all, among the rewards from Kunlun Taiqing Sect, there must be good things that help with Dan formation... But it is obvious that Wang Ban has no confidence at all that he can make it into the top twelve in Baiyujing.

Rather than competing for a ranking with no reward, your own path is definitely more important. This is something that every practitioner can understand.

"Hehe, junior brother, I won." Shi Liuli was a little caught off guard by the sudden turn of events off the field, but he quickly reacted and said with a proud hum.

"...Senior sister is amazing." Luo Yan was already convinced, but he started to think in his mind.

Knowing how lucky Miss Shi is, why should I make this bet with her?

No, I have to find a way, either make her forget about it, or let her use up the bet in advance!