In the waiting area next to the platform, a young man in black clothes with yellow edges looked at the girl on the stage and uttered words of admiration.
"What a wonderful swordsmanship, just like an antelope hanging on a horn, light and natural. It seems that I have to show some skills this time." He tapped the folding fan in his palm, with an interested look in his eyes.
"Number 149, Ying Canxiao."
As the words fell, a stern-looking man walked onto the stage. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that was smart and tight, with one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
After the old man in front of him finished explaining the rules, he nodded slightly and stood still.
When the old master who was waiting became a little impatient, he suddenly took action, his figure like a black crow, and rushed straight to the opposite side.
Squeak——
A short, sharp friction sound rang out on the stage. When everyone turned their attention, they found that he had already pointed his sword at the old master's neck. Only then did everyone see clearly that the half-drawn long sword in the old master's hand had been torn apart.
After a brief pause, excited cheers broke out from the audience.
Then the man in dark blue clothes put away his sword and slowly walked down the stage, leaving everyone with only his silent back.
At the seats next to the wooden platform, several representatives from the sects who were watching the fight also started talking to each other.
"I seem to have heard of this person before."
"Yes, he is Ying Sangyang's grandson, Ying Canxiao. If nothing unexpected happens, he will most likely join the Xuanyi Palace. After all, his grandfather was once the head of the Xuanyi Palace."
"But will the Xuanyi Palace really accept him? You have to know that his grandfather was executed by the emperor because of his harsh laws that offended too many people. This incident also caused the Xuanyi Palace's status to plummet, and its disciples were ostracized in the officialdom."
"Alas, this is indeed a problem. Not only the Xuanyi Palace, but also the other sects, including us, are undecided about whether to accept him into our sect."
"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. I won't take the initiative to contact him, but I won't take the initiative to refuse him either. Let's see what he thinks."
"Yes, Uncle Master."
Loran Hill returned to his seat, and the girl who had been sitting next to him asked excitedly.
"So strong, so amazing! Is Jianlan's swordsmanship inherited from her family? She is so skilled at this age." Tang Nanlian looked at Luo Lanxier with curiosity, and the excitement in her eyes could not be suppressed.
"Well, I guess so." The girl thought for a while and nodded, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
"Several elders in my family practiced it before, and later passed it on to me." She thought that the other witches could indeed be said to be her elders.
"I see. But this is quite impressive, to be able to reach such a level. My family has been running a clothing store for generations, but I can never learn my mother's embroidery skills. I can't even embroider a duck, hmm." Tang Nanlian muttered, talking about her occasional stupidity.
"Well... I guess practice makes perfect." Loran Hill didn't know how to comfort her.
"I guess so. I'm not really interested in embroidery. Sitting under the lamp every day is so boring. I might as well go out for a walk. Oh, and I'm also quite interested in swordsmanship. I've learned a little bit."
"Probably more than a little," Loran Hill thought. She had seen it in the preliminary rounds. This girl's swordsmanship was quite impressive, and her moves were very well-formed. It wasn't just random practice."
Just as the two were talking quietly, a loud cheer came from the audience. They looked up and saw a handsome young man standing on the high platform. He was wearing a furious red brocade robe and his hands were behind his back. The master in front of him had fallen to the ground.
"Number 178, Wu Xingkui, wins."
"Thank you." He folded his sleeves, bowed, and made the old master opposite him unable to vent his anger. Then he jumped off the platform in an extremely cool manner and walked towards the waiting area on the side.
Under everyone's gaze, he walked slowly to Loran Hill's seat and bowed slightly.
"My name is Wu Xingkui, and I would like to meet Miss Jianlan. This is just a small gift, not a token of respect." After he finished speaking, he took something out of his sleeve, and the small box floated up, slowly flew to the girl, and then fell down.
Looking at the flying box, Loran Hill thought for a moment and did not push it back directly. Instead, he gently pushed it open in the air.
After the box was opened, a small wooden plaque was revealed. It was long and narrow in shape and had cinnabar patterns on it.
"The Peach God Order?" Tang Nanlian beside him said uncertainly.
"This is a product of the Red Immortal Sect, the Peach God Token to ward off evil. Wearing it, you can enter remote and desolate mountains and swamps. Generally, monsters and poisonous insects below the fifth level dare not approach. It's very convenient."
"But from the moment it's created, the Peach God Order will gradually fade, and after three years it will be completely ineffective."
"What is its general value?" the girl asked curiously.
"Let me think about it, maybe 16-20 gold dishes, but now the overall strength of cultivators is not as good as before, so maybe they will be more valuable."
If you say it is precious, it is not particularly precious. After all, it is something that can be bought. If you say it is not precious, it is actually very practical, and the price is right.
Loran Hill thought that this Wu Xingkui had handled it very well. He showed his sincerity without being too expensive, making people feel that he was bullying them.
In fact, for her, it doesn't matter whether she accepts it or refuses it. After all, she can always pay it back later.
"Thank you, Master Wu." She was more interested in the sequence Wu Xingkui was practicing than the gift. It was a rare necromancy sequence on both continents. She wondered how the various secret techniques of the Mercury Dynasty had been passed down here.
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