I have to say that in terms of swordsmanship alone, Yi Ming is not as pure as Bei Xueqing, but relies purely on cultivation and proficiency to crush her.

Therefore, his perception of sword cultivators was not as sharp as Bei Xueqing's. It was only after Bei Xueqing discovered the other party that Yi Ming carefully sensed the young man and realized his extraordinaryness.

The young man glanced at Bei Xueqing, nodded and smiled, without even looking at Yi Ming and the others, he turned around and walked into the bamboo forest.

"Who is this person? He looks very powerful." Luo Shi said with a frown.

Although they were both in the middle stage of Condensation, this young man gave her a feeling of being unfathomable.

"I don't know, but it's very powerful." Bei Xueqing said lightly.

Yi Ming stroked his chin, a figure flashed through his mind, and he didn't know if it would be such a coincidence.

"Huh? It's my turn so soon?" Yi Ming's eyes lit up and he was quite interested.

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"Well, why do I feel that this person's swordsmanship is not very sophisticated?"

There is no formation or defense on the Doujian Cliff. There are criss-crossing sword marks on the ground and on the edge of the cliff.

"Why, don't you know?"

"What's going on?"

"I can't tell his cultivation level. His breath-retaining technique is also a top-notch secret technique."

"There are countless sword cultivators around, and they are not blind. Can't they tell who will win and who will lose?" The cultivator laughed, "Of course, there are indeed some shameless cultivators, and that's when Mingjianshan will take action.

"I just don't know how to use swordsmanship?"

The sword marks were not deep, just slight scratches. It can be seen that this sword fighting competition really does not care about cultivation level, but only about swordsmanship. The power attached to the flying swords is not very strong, and the winner and loser are both certain.

"May I ask this fellow Taoist..." Yi Ming couldn't help but look at a cultivator next to him.

Yi Ming said he understood. The sword fighting competition did not have groups, and only one champion would be decided, so when making arrangements, one only had to consider the rest time and the number of matches. As for who would be assigned, that was naturally up to fate.

With a sound of sword sound, two swords soared into the sky.

Yi Ming blinked, "Know what?"

They knew Yi Ming's strength and how many sword techniques he knew. They participated in the sword fighting competition mostly for fun. Unless they met a Jindan sword cultivator of the same level, who could beat him in a sword fight? Yi Ming smiled slightly, nodded to thank the cultivators around him, and then leaped, his body turned into a sword shadow, and suddenly he reached the top of the cliff where he was about to compete, showing off his exquisite sword escape method.

Yi Ming was bewildered. He was still waiting for a cultivator from Mingjian Mountain to come and announce the start of the conference and then host the competition.

The opponent's sword moves were light and swift, not changing quickly but subtle and delicate. They changed frequently in mid-air, leaving behind sword shadows, trying to knock Yi Ming's flying sword away, fly in front of Yi Ming, and defeat him.

"Who is this person?"

"What a great escape method!"

When Yi Ming landed on the top of the cliff, he saw a cultivator coming on a sword, and then landed lightly ten feet in front of him.

"Of course it's the sword seal." The monk said with a smile, "The sword seal will automatically assign an opponent to you based on the time you take action."

Luo Shi and Bei Xueqing also smiled softly.

"Congratulations to Master Yi for a successful start!" Bai Rongrong said with a smile.

They heard about the sword fighting competition from a broker in Pingyang City, and then came to the sword fighting cliff to sign up. What else do they need to know? "The sword fighting competition doesn't have so many rules. The competition starts at the beginning of the day." The monk explained with a smile, "There is no referee in the competition. Everyone is a sword cultivator. They know who will win and who will lose. The loser admits defeat and the sword seal is invalid.

It’s just that the sword fighting competitions are getting bigger and bigger, with more and more cultivators participating, and Mingjianshan’s intervention is becoming less and less frequent. The last time Mingjianshan took the initiative to take action was against an evil sword cultivator forty-five years ago.”

…

Mingjian Mountain is just maintaining order and preventing people from deliberately causing trouble."

Yi Ming looked up and saw that the man was wearing a plain satin white robe, with a slight beard under his chin, black hair and sword-like brows. His pair of bright eyes revealed a faint shadow of sword, and his expression was calm. At first glance, he was obviously a sword-fighting monk with a proud character.

At this moment, the sword seal hanging on Yi Ming's waist suddenly lit up, then vibrated slightly, and the tip of the sword slightly tilted up, pointing to a cliff among the mountains of Doujianya.

One night passed and the sun began.

The sword in Yi Ming's hand changed, and the flying sword moved step by step, mainly focusing on defense, but an occasional counterattack was also quite powerful.

"However, he should not miss such a grand sword cultivation event in Mingjian Mountain. I just don't know if it is him."

Before Yi Ming walked out of the bamboo house, he heard the sound of swords outside. With his spiritual sense, he found that there were already monks fighting with swords on the Sword Fighting Cliff.

"Just by looking at his sword escape method, you can tell that his sword art heritage is definitely not weak."

"Greetings, fellow Taoist!" The visitor bowed in greeting.

…

"choke!"

The flying sword in the sky suddenly turned in the air and circled in front of him, shuttling back and forth, up and down.

"After five years of not seeing each other, Zheng Tianji's swordsmanship has improved again. Could it be that his swordsmanship is too powerful and he suppressed this person?"

After meeting the young man, they toured the surrounding area and climbed up a sword-fighting cliff to take a look at the sword-fighting venue.

…

That cultivator also had the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage. Seeing Yi Ming's puzzled look, he knew that this was their first time participating in a sword fighting competition.

Yi Ming nodded. Those who could come to participate in the sword fighting competition were all experts in swordsmanship. Everyone was competing with their skills, and the winners and losers were clear. Whoever dared to be shameless here would really experience what social death was.

"Hello, fellow Daoist!" Yi Ming also bowed and saluted, then with a slight movement of his fingers, a mid-grade Xuan-level flying sword flew out from the storage ring.

How did they suddenly compete? With a flash, Yi Ming left the bamboo building and came to the top of the mountain, and then Bei Xueqing and the other two came to his side.

Then Yi Ming asked again, "But how do we determine the competition process?"

On the mountains surrounding Doujian Cliff and even in mid-air, there were monks stopping to watch the battle.

Well, I don’t know where the spoils were seized from. Yi Ming has already forgotten...

“Nothing special.”

"Wow, he's relying purely on his own consciousness!" Yi Ming couldn't help but secretly exclaim in amazement.

"Not really, I feel..."

…

On the top of the bamboo building cliff, Bai Rongrong and the other two all had smiles on their faces, knowing that Yi Ming was giving in to the other party and allowing them to perform well.

After all, Yi Ming is a cheater, and he came here just to join in the fun. What if the opponent is actually quite powerful and should have been able to catch Ming Jianshan's eye, but was suppressed by Yi Ming and failed to show his strength, and missed this opportunity? Yi Ming would feel embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)