On the high platform, Lu Zhengming couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh out loud. As expected of his daughter, she was indeed exceptionally talented, just like him!
The sect leader of the Li Huo Sect glanced disdainfully at the old scoundrel beside him, but he still had to admit that his daughter was indeed outstanding, so outstanding that perhaps only the Pear Blossom Fairy could rival her in the entire cultivation competition.
However, Fairy Pear Blossom was, after all, a cultivator who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years. When her fame was at its peak, that little girl hadn't even been born yet. No matter what, she wouldn't lose to a mere, inexperienced girl.
Soon, the third round of the cultivation competition came to an end. Lu Fuyue and Yan Nanfei successfully advanced to the next round. Most of the disciples from other sects were eliminated in the third round. Only the most famous sects in the cultivation world had disciples who successfully advanced to the next round.
Among these sects, Tianxuan Sect is the only one with two members successfully advancing to the fourth round of the cultivation competition.
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After Lu Fuyue stepped down from the stage, she began drawing lots for the fourth round of the competition. This time, she opened the slip of paper in her hand and saw several large characters written on it—"Yan Nanfei, disciple of Tianxuan Sect."
Her eyes paused slightly before she handed the note to Elder Jianqing, who was standing to the side.
Elder Jianqing took the document, opened it, and suddenly smiled, "I didn't expect that the two of you would be facing off in this cultivation competition."
Jiang Li and the others standing behind him were also stunned. Although they had anticipated this situation, they did not expect it to happen so quickly.
At this moment, Yan Nanfei appeared out of nowhere. He gently waved his jade fan, exuding an air of romance and charm. He stared intently at Lu Fuyue and sighed softly.
"Little Yue'er, I won't show any mercy to you tomorrow, but if you say something nice, there might still be a chance."
Lu Fuyue glanced at him indifferently, then turned and disappeared from the spot.
Yan Nanfei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and looked around at the people around him. "Looks like she's shy."
Everyone fell silent, averting their eyes. They weren't blind enough to know what was going on.
Elder Jianqing patted Yan Nanfei's shoulder helplessly, "As an elder, how can you be so frivolous? Aren't you afraid your senior brother Dan will cause you trouble?"
Don't think he didn't see the boy's feelings for that girl; unfortunately, there's no chance for them.
Yan Nanfei's smile faded. "Senior Enforcement Brother, I was just joking."
With that, he snapped his jade fan shut and turned to leave.
Some things need to be put to rest.
Yan Nanfei suddenly recalled his master's words: "Affection is inherently unfeeling. It is better to cut ties decisively than to force things, so as not to suffer harm in return."
His cultivation speed is now far slower than before, and even his Dao heart is faintly wavering.
The next day arrived quickly.
Today is the day of the grand competition between Lu Fuyue and Yan Nanfei.
In the fourth round of the cultivation competition, one of the three contestants received a bye, while the other two competed. The winner of the competition advanced to the final round to determine the champion.
Of these three, two were from the Tianxuan Sect: Lu Fuyue and Yan Nanfei, and the other was the legendary Pear Blossom Fairy.
The competition time is almost here.
Lu Fuyue stepped onto the arena. Below the arena, Yan Nanfei glanced at Lu Fuyue with a complicated expression, then touched the ground with his toes and leaped forward to follow.
The curiosity in everyone's hearts was instantly aroused to the maximum. Everyone was very curious about which of the two people, one a well-known junior uncle of Tianxuan Sect and the other a peerless genius who had recently emerged, was stronger.
Although Yan Nanfei is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, while Lu Fuyue is at the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Yan Nanfei's ability to fight beyond his level is well-known in the entire cultivation world. In addition, he has been cultivating for a longer time, so it is not certain who will win or lose.
Lu Zhengming and Elder Jianqing were not too worried about this competition. Regardless of whether Lu Fuyue or Yan Nanfei won, they were both from the Tianxuan Sect. The top three had already been decided.
As for the first...
Therefore, the only people who were most nervous during the entire cultivation competition were Jiang Li and the Yan family.
A few white clouds drifted in from above, blocking the blazing sun, and the sky suddenly darkened, while the sweltering air eased somewhat.
On the altar, the last stick of incense went out, and a large amount of ash fell into the incense burner and scattered.
"The fourth round of the Cultivation Competition is officially beginning!"
On stage.
Yan Nanfei's gaze fell on Lu Fuyue. He gently shook the jade fan in his hand, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Little Yue'er, why don't you go first?"
Lu Fuyue glanced at him indifferently, raised her hand to summon the Weak Water Zither, and her fingers flew back and forth on the strings. The moment the music started, the surrounding airflow changed, making it hard for people to breathe.
The sound of the Weak Water, a vast expanse of water, locked!
In an instant, countless chains formed from water flew towards Yan Nanfei from all directions. At the same time, white mist rose, and everything around Yan Nanfei was white, making it impossible to see anything when looking up.
His body tensed up instinctively, his eyes warily observing the surrounding movements, and his internal energy circulated, causing a large purple-gold sword to appear out of thin air in his hand.
The surroundings were completely silent, as if he were the only one left. Even the auras of the disciples from various sects below the stage had completely disappeared.
At this moment, all the people below the stage could see was a white fog, and they had no idea what was inside.
My curiosity was immediately piqued again. I held my breath and stared intently at the white mist, afraid of missing the intense scene on stage.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a middle-aged male cultivator with an extremely restrained aura suddenly appeared among the Yan family group, his gaze fixed on the two people on the stage.
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Suddenly, a melodious zither tune rang out around Yan Nanfei.
At the same time, a sharp aura mixed with barely perceptible wind blades rushed straight towards his back.
Yan Nanfei's expression changed instantly. He quickly turned around and used the purple-gold spirit blade in his hand to block. The two collided, and for a moment, he was forced back several steps. The intense friction between his feet and the ground caused the scorching heat to burn the soles of his feet.
Yan Nanfei was greatly alarmed. He circulated his internal energy again and pushed off with all his might, finally stopping his backward movement.
Although he had long known that her cultivation level was now slightly higher than his, he still did not expect that it would be so difficult for him to dodge her attacks.
Lu Fuyue glanced at him, her hands moving faster as she played the zither. One after another, water spirit chains and wind blades came straight at him from all directions in the white mist, carrying an unstoppable and terrifying aura.
The surrounding atmosphere became stagnant, making it hard to breathe.
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