The five cultivators from Langya Academy wore cruel smiles on their faces.
"Since you're courting death, then we won't hold back!"
"Take away Zhao Ziyi's treasure!"
"Strip him of his robes!"
"Hang Zhao Ziyi from the tree in a bit and see if Song Chen wants to ransom him!"
"If Song Chen doesn't pay, then let the man... hmph!"
A series of sword beams flashed, and the withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground danced with the sword energy.
Five sword cultivators from Langya Academy drew their spiritual swords, each with a different spiritual root attribute.
The sword energy of the Golden Spirit Root is sharp.
The water-elemental sword's aura was unstoppable, like a towering wave.
The sword energy from the Wood Spirit Root continued endlessly.
Zhao Ziyi drew his longsword and said calmly:
"Let me show you the power of the combined wind, fire, and earth spiritual roots."
Zhao Ziyi's magical flying sword was specially crafted by Song Chen. Previously, every time it was drawn, it was within the city, and its power was greatly reduced.
Now that it has fallen into the dense forest, it has given the Lingbao Flying Sword a chance to show off.
A sword cultivator from Langya Academy, dressed in black, looked at the magical flying sword with a covetous expression.
He thought to himself: If I can keep this magical flying sword all to myself, I don't care about the points!
The black-clad swordsman launched the first attack, swinging his sword at Zhao Ziyi.
He channeled his spiritual energy into his feet and instantly rushed in front of Zhao Ziyi.
As the two swords clashed, a lingering surge of fire rose straight to their hearts.
"Pfft!"
The black-clad swordsman spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and hurriedly retreated.
But before he could even stand still, Zhao Ziyi appeared in front of him and kicked him.
The black-clad swordsman's vision blurred for a moment, then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Before he could raise his sword to defend himself, his body was violently thrown backward, crashing heavily into an ancient tree in the distance.
Without a second thought, he quickly swallowed the healing pills and drew his sword to continue charging forward.
But then, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!", four sounds rang out.
The companions who were standing were all lying on the ground some distance away.
Three of them had their spirit swords broken.
In less than a minute, the outcome was decided.
The black-clad swordsman swallowed hard, his mind racing.
Now is not the time to linger in the fight; if he runs now, he can still retain his points.
There were five of them, and they scattered and fled, so Zhao Ziyi couldn't catch them all.
Once he understood, the black-clad swordsman picked up his sword, turned around, and ran back.
The other cultivators reacted a little slower, and when they saw that they had been abandoned by their companions, their faces showed anger.
"All he does is run away! I knew he was unreliable!"
"What are we waiting for! Let's run!"
The four cultivators quickly got up and ran off in different directions.
Zhao Ziyi sneered: "Trying to run? Not so easy. Take it back!"
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The black-clad monk ran and ran, thinking he should be far away from Zhao Ziyi.
He breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and checked the surroundings.
"Why is there a pool of blood on the ground? Did a battle take place here?"
The black-clad monk frowned, sensing that this place was somewhat dangerous and not a good place to linger.
He looked around for a while, then turned and ran to the right.
As he ran, he unexpectedly encountered someone who looked familiar.
"I'm here. Did you run away too?"
The two cultivators exchanged pleasantries as soon as they met.
"Didn't Zhao Ziyi catch up?"
"No, the four of us split up and ran away. We don't know who Zhao Ziyi chased after."
After running for a while, they encountered another companion.
...
The five of them finally huddled together, relieved to be out of danger.
The black-clad cultivator looked around, then his eyes narrowed. What was that on the ground?
How come the bloodstains we just saw are so close to them?
The black-robed monk's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
The next moment.
A sudden gust of wind struck his abdomen.
"Pfft!"
The black-clad cultivator coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, his body curling up like a shrimp.
A precious sword, angled, pierced the ground, just a hair's breadth away from the black-clad cultivator's head.
Zhao Ziyi snorted coldly:
"They run around like flies, I'm tired of seeing them."
The black-clad monk's face was filled with terror:
What are you doing here?
Zhao Ziyi kicked him in the stomach again:
"Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the points! Otherwise, you'll continue to get beaten up."
The black-clad monk quickly clutched his abdomen and shouted:
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I'll give you the points! I'll give you the points!"
The black-clad cultivator reluctantly took out a random teleportation talisman and then crushed it.
A flash of light, and the figure of the black-clad cultivator vanished.
A number appeared in Zhao Ziyi's palm: one.
With one point in hand, Zhao Ziyi pulled the remaining four people out of the formation and defeated them one by one.
A moment later, the number in his palm changed to five.
Zhao Ziyi was completely satisfied.
With a wave of his hand, an array plate flew out from the ground.
The maze formation that Song Chen gave me is really useful.
The moment these five cultivators fled, they fell into the illusionary formation.
They wandered aimlessly within the formation like headless flies.
However, they were unable to escape the formation's range.
This array plate was crafted for him by Song Chen. He doesn't need to know array formations; he can use it simply by activating spiritual energy.
Moreover, he possessed both earth and fire spiritual roots, and while the black-clad cultivator was cursing, he had already buried the array plate underground.
After driving away the enemy, Zhao Ziyi took out some spirit wine from his storage bag and took a swig.
Sensing the rapid increase in spiritual energy, he continued moving quickly into the distance without stopping.
Other cultivators would need to rest and replenish their spiritual energy after a battle.
But Zhao Ziyi and Song Chen were rolling in money.
The storage bag was full of treasures that could replenish spiritual energy.
Now he needs to meet up with Song Chen as quickly as possible.
**
"Hahaha! Great!"
A cheer erupted from the huge platform.
The elders of Xianheyuan, led by Sun Meng, clapped and cheered.
The fight Zhao Ziyi just fought was truly spectacular.
The main thing is that it's so satisfying to see Langya Academy get humiliated!
The other cultivators had also heard about what had happened in the past few days.
Everyone knows that a peerless genius has emerged from Xianhe Garden, and he has clashed with three major forces.
But seeing how amazing Xianhe Garden was in person, they couldn't help but marvel.
"Is this Song Chen?"
"—This is the young man, isn't he Song Chen's Daoist partner?"
"I think the grade of his flying sword is not low."
"I heard it's a magical flying sword."
"A spiritual treasure? They're already using a spiritual treasure flying sword at the Foundation Establishment stage?"
"Not only that, array plates and magic robes are not treasures that a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator should possess."
"It seems like the people from Langya Academy aren't in a hurry at all. They lost even with five against one, hahaha!"
"After all, it's a team competition. No matter how strong Song Chen is, he's only at the Foundation Establishment stage. He's not worth worrying about."
"Yes, in team competitions, Foundation Establishment cultivators are not enough; we still need Golden Core cultivators."
Upon hearing the discussions among the cultivators, Sun Meng's excited expression vanished, replaced by a solemn one.
Indeed, Song Chen is only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
If they were to encounter a Golden Core cultivator, they would likely be defeated before they even had a chance to exert their full strength.
**
Zhuoyangchuan Mountain Range.
In the dense forest.
Song Chen moved swiftly through the tree canopy.
On his journey, he encountered many monks fighting.
Some fought in the sky, and some fought on the ground.
He had no interest in participating, so he didn't even glance at it and simply skipped over it, focusing solely on finding Zhao Ziyi.
But the next moment, Song Chen stopped in his tracks.
He thought he heard a familiar voice.
It's a yellow pineapple!
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