Sophie, adhering to the principle of never talking when she can solve a problem with her hands, readily challenged him to a fight.
Seeing this, Fang Xu's sharp eyes flashed with calculation.
"Everyone, since Nephew Ling is so interested, why don't we try a different approach to this year's recommendation?"
"A change of tactics?"
Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, he continued, "In previous years, each sect would nominate one student to participate in the selection at Accord. This year, how about we have the five sects, each serving as an alliance, nominate five students?"
"Master Fang, do you mean that the top five students at the Imperial Spirit Conference will be recommended together?"
Wei Wanqian spoke as if he understood, and Fang Xu nodded and smiled.
"There was an accident in the Fantasy Realm this year, so the results cannot be counted and must be discarded. Now that there are still a hundred students, why don't we set a new schedule."
"But Sect Leader Fang, time is limited now. How can we have the time to set up a new schedule?"
"Master Wei, don't worry. I've already thought about it. This new competition schedule is nothing more than a test of fundamentals."
"Basic skills? Sect Leader Fang is referring to sword control?"
"Yes, it's Yu Jian."
As the two of them talked, the surrounding area became heated discussions again.
This sword control is indeed the basic skill in cultivation, and it does seem to be the fairest and simplest.
"No, change the schedule."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ce immediately expressed his disapproval.
The news that the junior sister fell off the sword while flying it yesterday has already spread among all the sects. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for her?
"Then please tell me, young man, what competition could be simpler and fairer than flying a sword? I believe that there is no one among the students present who cannot fly a sword. Otherwise, how could they be worthy of being called spiritual masters?"
Fang Xu's words made Mo Ce blush and get angry.
This old fellow was clearly taking advantage of his seniority and indirectly mocking his junior sister for not being worthy of being a spiritualist because she couldn't even fly a sword. How despicable!
He clenched his fists and was about to go forward to argue, but Sophie raised her hand and pulled him behind her.
"Since Sect Leader Fang has spoken, we, as juniors, naturally have no objection."
"That's great! Then please follow me, students, to Wuji Cliff!"
On the Wuji Cliff, clouds and mist were swirling, and cold winds were blowing.
As the most remote cliff on Yunju Peak, it towers into the sky and its scenery is majestic, dangerous and secluded.
Many students felt a pang of fear just by looking at the bottomless abyss beneath their feet. They even found excuses to withdraw from the competition before it even officially began.
In the end, eighty-two people were confirmed to participate in the sword-flying competition.
"Fellow students, the total distance for this sword-flying competition is 1,200 miles. When the gong sounds, you may set off on your swords. The winner will be the first to arrive, and five will be selected..."
The referee read out the rules of the competition in an orderly manner, and the five masters went through the empty gate and went to the Phase Shift Peak where the finish line was to wait.
When the students who had voluntarily withdrawn from the competition saw that their leader had left, they contentedly became spectators, and some even blatantly set up gambling games.
"Come on, come on, everyone, let's have a bet. Which of these students will make it to the top five? Bet one to three, and you're set!
The one sitting on the ground and shouting was Ai Qianjin, a disciple of Fu Yufeng of Fengqing Sect. As his name suggests, he loves money.
Nine out of ten times, all gambling games were set up by him.
"I'm spending five spirit stones to bet on Murong Zhi from Muqing Academy!"
"I spent ten spirit stones to bet on Lingsi from Galan Academy!"
"I'm betting twenty spirit stones on Helian Feng from Shuixiu Academy!"
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Everyone took out spirit stones to place bets. Some bet on students from their own academy to bring good luck, some bet on strong and popular players to make a small profit, and some just bet to join in the fun.
No matter what the purpose is, no matter how much or how little, all the bets made by Ai Qianjin will be recorded without exception.
There are so many students participating in the competition, and the competition is about flying swords. It is really uncertain who will win or lose. This deal is a sure win!
He was happily counting the spirit stones he had collected, when suddenly, a heavy bag was thrown in front of him.
"Jialan Academy, Ling Yan, five hundred spirit stones."
? !!
Damn, who is so generous?
This one alone is almost more than all the others combined.
Ai Qianjin raised his head in surprise, and what caught his eye was the tall and cold figure in white.
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