Chapter 60 Cultivation of Immortality 5

"Lu Yihan..."

Lu Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly, and whispered the name that he was familiar with.

Since he became a disciple of Lingxi Sect, Lu Xiangwan has heard this name the most.

Young and successful, a genius, the future sword immortal...

these are the most common titles Lu Xiangwan has heard of this person.

Even the master was full of praise for the young man named "Lu Yihan".

Lu Xiangwan, who was also dubbed a "genius" since childhood, naturally developed a sense of comparison and subtle hostility.

Therefore, when the ten-year-old Lu Xiangwan saw the "little genius" in Yunyan, he had the idea of ​​teasing him.

While his master was talking to the leader of the Yunyan clan and the master of the Baihua Palace, little Lu Xiangwan secretly cast an invisibility spell on himself and slipped out of the palace.

Standing behind the disciple of the Baihua Palace, Lu Xiangwan turned his wrist, pinched a small spell, and quietly broke the branch in Lu Yihan's hand.

The prank was successful, and little Lu Xiangwan just snorted and laughed, and saw the boy looking sharply in the hidden direction.

Looking at the girl in front of him who also noticed Lu Yihan's gaze and hurriedly fled, Lu Xiangwan himself hummed a song and left the "crime scene" at a leisurely pace.

Now that he thinks about it, Hua Zelan, who was just knocked down by him, is somewhat similar to the girl at that time.

Lu Xiangwan compared the blurred face in his memory.

Well… so he not only blamed others for his crime, but also beat them up.

There is no conscience in covering it up, Lu Xiangwan inexplicably felt a little bit of pain.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiangwan couldn't help but open his folding fan and put it in front of him to cover up his wandering thoughts for a few seconds.

"I have heard of Senior Brother Lu Yihan for a long time. I am Lu Xiangwan

from Lingxi Sect. I hope Senior Brother Lu will not show mercy." Lu Xiangwan saluted Lu Yihan in a formal manner:

"I am looking forward to having a good fight with you."

"Yes."

Lu Yihan, who was always quiet, had already firmly grasped the sword behind him in his hand, with a calm expression:

"No mercy."

After he finished speaking, he turned his wrist, raised the sword and slashed forward with great momentum:

"Floating Snow Style - Stepping on the Rainbow."

The sword's momentum was surging, wrapped in an imposing cold air.

Lu Xiangwan retreated and dodged, and couldn't help but twitching his mouth.

I told you not to show mercy, but you really didn't show me any mercy?

If he was hit by this move, he would definitely be out of the stage and would have to lie down for ten days or half a month.

However, if Lu Xiangwan was hit by the first move, he would have to give up his position as the senior brother of Lingxi Sect and go back to his hometown to farm.

The jade folding fan turned a circle at his fingertips, and Lu Xiangwan waved his hand, using softness to overcome hardness, and dissolve the majestic sword energy.

The powerful impact made Lu Xiangwan retreat a small step.

Lu Xiangwan silently shook his numb hands, and complained in his heart that he was indeed a sword cultivator who could not use up all his strength.

"Okay, you've finished, it's my turn now."

Lu Xiangwan threw a brilliant smile to Lu Yihan, and pointed the folding fan in his hand to the sky:

"Heavenly thunder, fierce official true lord. I have received your order, and you are here to show your might..."

"Boom--"

A dull thunder sounded from the clear and cloudless sky.

Thick dark clouds quickly gathered over the altar, and it was so dark that it was hard to breathe.

"This kid, how could he use this trick..."

Gu Guangbai, who was sitting on the high platform, was originally worried that the apprentice of the old guy Kong Qingyang would not show any mercy and cripple his own apprentice.

Now he is afraid that his own apprentice will beat that guy's precious apprentice to death.

These two guys really don't know how to write the four words "show mercy"?

Those who know it is a competition, while those who don't know it would think it is a life-and-death duel.

Seeing that the two people on the stage were fighting more and more fiercely, Gu Guangbai was ready to save the situation at any time.

"Old man Gu, why are you so nervous?"

Kong Qingyang sat steadily on the chair.

"Your precious apprentice and my precious apprentice are fighting to the death up there, you are not worried but I am worried."

If something bad happens, how can he explain to the Lingxi ancestors.

"You are really old, and you are forgetting more and more."

Kong Qingyang still did not forget his original intention when facing Gu Guangbai, and he would say a few words to him whenever he got the chance.

"Didn't we fight like this when we were young? Oh... it's so good to be young..."

So energetic.

Kong Qingyang knew the character of his own disciple. He was a little cold and stubborn, but he always knew his limits and would never do anything to hurt others intentionally.

Besides, there were two old men sitting here, especially two old men who protected their own shortcomings.

Kong Qingyang looked at Lu Yihan for a while, and then at Lu Xiangwan.

Gu Guangbai's precious disciple was also talented, meticulous, and not revealing any flaws. He was quite smart, but too much smartness would lead to harm, and I don't know if it was a good thing...

Lu Yihan's pure and majestic swordsmanship and pure swordsmanship.

Lu Xiangwan's flexible and changeable movements and endless techniques.

The two were evenly matched in strength and each had their own advantages, and the scene fell into anxiety for a while.

From the day to the sunset.

The disciples of various sects in the audience seats on both sides went from being excited and nervous at the beginning to being relaxed and contented now. They

threw various moves at each other like spirit energy.

"Hu——"

"Ha——"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on the two people, stretching the black shadows on their sides.

The long-term consumption of spiritual energy made the two people standing on the spirit platform gasp for breath and their faces turned a lot paler.

Lu Xiangwan wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly retreated, putting some distance between the two men.

Looking at Lu Yihan, who was also in a sluggish state, Lu Xiangwan casually held up his folding fan:

"Little Yihan, your spiritual energy has been exhausted, aren't you going to admit defeat?"

"No."

Lu Yihan stood still, his tone firm, and he stepped forward again with his sword.

"Alas, I really lost to you..."

Facing a stubborn swordsman, it was useless to fool around.

Lu Xiangwan had no choice but to turn his hand and hold the fan to block the attack that was coming straight at his face.

The presiding elder looked at the two figures fighting again, and helplessly looked at the two on the platform:

"Sect Master Gu, Sect Master Kong, this..."

"Let them continue fighting?"

Gu Guangbai looked at Kong Qingyang beside him:

"Old Kong, what do you think?"

"Ah, let these two guys stop fighting, if they continue fighting, both of them will be in trouble."

Kong Qingyang muttered, waving his hands helplessly.

"Let's call it a draw this time." Gu Guangbai made the final decision

with a hammer, and with a wave of his hand, he separated the two figures on the spirit platform with spiritual energy.

"Master?"

Lu Yihan, whose white clothes were beaten to gray, looked at his master in confusion.

Lu Xiangwan, who was wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, was also torn into pieces by the sword energy, which was very different from her previous glorious appearance.

"You two are even this time. If you continue to fight, both will suffer losses."

Gu Guangbai said loudly.