Qin Mian looked at Ran Changle with a strange look in his eyes. Ran Changle looked at him for a while and said uncertainly, "He should know."
Qin Mian hesitated a little: "Green Jade Sword Master has not returned from Tianyuan City. He is the only one on Xuetang Peak. He probably doesn't know."
Ran Changle quickly took out the communication jade slip and sent him a message, telling him about the competition.
Yu Shu's reply made Ran Changle certain that he didn't know. Fortunately, she informed him and did not let him miss such an important thing.
Ever since they knew about the upcoming competition, the disciples of Jianfeng had become even more excited. Everywhere where people could stand, there were people practicing sword skills non-stop. Ran Changle couldn't find a quiet place, so he had to return to Fufeng.
Back at Fufeng, the disciples of Fufeng were still the same as usual, without any tense atmosphere, which was in stark contrast to Jianfeng.
Ran Changle almost thought that Fu Feng didn't know about the sect competition, but after asking, he found out that few people wanted to participate.
It turns out that the kind of peak master you have determines the kind of disciples you will have.
Not long after returning to his attic, someone knocked on the door. Ran Changle opened the door and saw that it was Wen Ye.
"Fourth Senior Brother."
Ran Changle welcomed Wen Ye into the house.
Wen Ye took out a bunch of things and put them on the table: "Junior Sister, these are for you."
Fourth Senior Brother loves giving gifts so much. He brings a gift every time they meet. But since she likes it, Ran Changle happily accepts it.
Looking at Ran Changle's smiling face, Wen Ye asked slowly, "Junior Sister, do you want to go to the Xianlin Secret Realm?"
Ran Changle answered without thinking: "I want to, but there is no chance. I am not qualified to sign up for the sect competition. Even if I participated, I might not be able to enter the top ten."
Wen Ye nodded, chatted about some other things, and then left.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed and the sect competition began.
Martial arts training ground.
"Junior sister, junior sister."
Qin Mian waved to Ran Changle in the crowd.
Ran Changle walked through the crowd and came to Qin Mian.
"Brother Qin, have you drawn your number yet?"
Qin Mian excitedly raised his number plate and said, "It's drawn. Number 11. My opponent is number 12, and we're on the sixth stage. You must come and cheer me on later!"
"good."
Ran Changle nodded and said that although she felt that Qin Mian could not enter the top ten, with his strength, he should have no problem getting through the first few rounds.
However, when he knew his opponent, Ran Changle felt that Qin Mian would not even be able to pass the first round.
The referee on stage number six called out, "Numbers 11 and 12, come on stage and compete."
Qin Mian went on stage first, followed by a handsome young man holding the Qingfeng Sword.
When he saw the person opposite him, Qin Mian cried out with a sad face, "Second Brother."
Zhao Jianlong smiled faintly, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, but the words he said made Qin Mian despair: "Junior Brother Qin, I won't let you go. Will you go down by yourself or will I chop you down?"
"Since I'm participating in the competition, I have to win a sword."
Qin Mian encouraged himself.
As a result, Zhao Jianlong didn't give Qin Mian any chance and killed him with one sword.
Taking Qin Mian's feelings into consideration, Ran Changle didn't dare to be too ostentatious. He ran to Zhao Jianlong and whispered, "Second Brother is so powerful!"
Then he hurried to see Qin Mian.
Zhao Jianlong's sword only sent Qin Mian off the stage, without causing him any physical harm.
As for the emotional damage, Ran Changle looked at the lively Qin Mian and thought that there should not be any.
Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from platform number three.
Ran Changle turned her head and saw a black gas spreading on the stage, the same black gas as the one in the talisman that Wen Ye gave her.
Her face turned pale and she shouted, "Disperse quickly, that black air is poisonous."
Not only did everyone not leave after hearing the shouts, but someone even scoffed, "Who is this ignorant brat? There's a restriction on the competition stage, and the things inside can't get out."
Before he finished speaking, the restrictions on the competition stage disappeared visibly, the black gas showed a tendency to spread outward, and everyone smelled the extremely foul odor and quickly ran to the side to vomit.
On stage number three, both the referee and his opponent collapsed, foaming at the mouth and their bodies twitching.
Only Wen Ye was left standing there. He saw Ran Changle smile at her, then stretched out his palm, and the black energy returned to his hand and turned into a bead.
Wen Ye jumped off the competition stage and came to Ran Changle, smiling and said, "Junior sister, are you here to watch my competition?"
Although she didn't know Wen Ye would participate in the sect competition, she was indeed there to watch the competition. Ran Changle nodded and then asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, this black energy is the same as the one in the talisman you gave me, so why is the effect so much weaker?"
During the beast tide, this black gas could kill all the monsters within a radius of ten miles. Why does it only have a foul smell today and no corrosiveness?
"These two kinds of black air look the same, but they are actually two different things. The one in my hand is the Xuanyin energy, and the one used in the talisman I gave you is the Youming energy." Wen Ye explained.
Fourth Brother, are you bullying me because I don't know enough? Shouldn't both Xuanyin Qi and Netherworld Qi be cold and gloomy? Why is there such a strong odor?
Ran Changle was secretly complaining, but he smiled and congratulated him, "Congratulations, Fourth Senior Brother, on your advancement."
"It's still early. You can congratulate me when I make it into the top ten. I'm going to participate in the next game now."
Wen Ye smiled, waved to Ran Changle, and turned to leave.
"Junior Sister, why does your Fourth Senior Brother from Fu Feng give me a..." Qin Mian thought for a moment, but couldn't find the words, "a strange feeling."
Ran Changle nodded in agreement. Isn't it strange? He can make himself disappear with ordinary techniques to reduce his presence. The Xuanyin Qi and the Netherworld Qi can make him smell bad, not to mention his strange spiritual weapons and talismans.
Next, Ran Changle and Qin Mian watched the competitions of other senior brothers of Jianfeng. The other senior brothers were not as unlucky as Qin Mian. The opponents they met were very ordinary and they advanced smoothly.
Qin Mian was heartbroken for a few more breaths.
Until the end of the first round of the competition, Ran Changle still didn't see Yu Shu. Could it be that he forgot the date of the competition?
Ran Changle quickly sent a message to ask.
Yu Shu quickly replied.
"I've finished the competition and returned to Xuetang Peak. I hate the way those female cultivators look at me, so I put on a mask to hide my aura and face."
Ran Changle recalled the scene when they were on the spirit boat going to Luoyun City together. Many female cultivators surrounded him. It was really annoying.
It seems that no matter where you go, beautiful people are always coveted. Fortunately, she is a child and does not have to worry about this problem.
Wait, why are the disciples around her looking at her so strangely? Some even want to come forward and talk to her.
Ran Changle looked down at her developed breasts and slapped her head, realizing that she had forgotten that she had returned to her original form and was no longer a little girl of five or six years old.
He quickly pulled Qin Mian out of the crowd.
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