Others may not know, but Ling Yihan, who is also the chief, has watched Ji Mofan's light gradually dim over the past three years.
The young man who once amazed everyone with his broken iron sword at the Dao Asking Conference is now left with nothing but injuries and exhaustion.
Fortunately, when Shen Yun took her to Changfeng Valley last time, she saw Ji Mofan again and suddenly realized that something about him seemed to have changed.
How did the change happen? Ling Yihan didn't know.
But it's still a good thing overall.
"I even went into the secret realm specifically to find you, just in case you got dragged down by those useless people from your sect and ended up all bruised and battered." Fang Xuan sighed seriously, "I didn't expect that even though I rushed here, I was still a step too late."
After speaking, he subtly observed the expressions of the other Yuncang Sword Sect disciples around him out of the corner of his eye.
These people were indeed angered for a moment by his provocation, but the emotion only lasted for a few seconds. They looked at each other, silently behaved themselves, and lowered their heads.
Fang Xuan glanced at Ji Mo Fan with a hint of doubt.
Upon receiving his question, Ji Mofan didn't want to say anything.
Why did it turn out this way? That's something he really wanted to ask.
Perhaps the somewhat cheeky nature of the Yun Cang Sword Sect is a fine tradition.
Ning Weisheng was slapped in public by him yesterday, but just now he actually came over and apologized to him.
He couldn't understand it and felt so frustrated that he wanted to fight.
"You want to fight me, huh?" The Snow Embracing Sword was suddenly drawn, and its cold spiritual energy spread out, causing everyone to feel the temperature drop significantly in an instant.
Ji Mofan lightly touched the ground with his toes, his clothes fluttering, and flipped straight out from behind Ning Weisheng. When Ning Weisheng subconsciously raised his hand to try to stop him, Ji Mofan stepped on his arm and used the momentum to flip into the air, where he met Fang Xian, who was standing on his sword.
"I'll play along."
"Senior Brother!" Ning Weisheng hurriedly drew his sword, but before he could ride it, a bright green figure blocked his way again.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, it's been a long time since we last met." Ling Yihan chuckled, a relaxed and content smile playing on his lips. "Why don't we catch up a bit?"
"You!" Ning Weisheng was anxious, but he still retained his rationality.
Looking at the Changfeng Valley disciples opposite him, all of whom were united in their hatred of the enemy, and then at his junior brothers and sisters behind him, he finally put down his sword.
He couldn't allow the two sects to fight to the death on the second day after entering the secret realm.
Besides, who doesn't know that Changfeng Valley is wealthy? With the numbers not being too different, Yuncang Sword Sect's chances of winning are really slim.
Watching the ice and wood elemental energy continuously dissipate in mid-air, he could do nothing but worry.
She only regretted that she should have given the robe back to Ji Mofan when she apologized earlier.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, please remember that in any exchange of blows, it should end when the point is reached." Ning Weisheng gritted his teeth and shouted out the last few words one by one.
Fang Xian didn't know if he heard or not, but in a flash he exchanged several more blows with Ji Mo Fan.
The two sword blades clashed repeatedly, producing a resounding metallic clang.
Ji Mofan felt that Fang Xian was like a piece of dog skin plaster. Although he could have suppressed Fang Xian's attacks many times with his higher spiritual power level, Fang Xian refused to use his full strength and insisted on fighting him to a standstill.
"Are you crazy?!" Annoyed, he took a few steps back, twirled his sword, and charged forward again, the spiritual power covering the Snow Embracing Sword surging.
The deep blue blade tore through the air, and a powerful strike, imbued with immense pressure, was raised high in Ji Mofan's hand, transforming into a thunderous aura as it slashed down towards Fang Xuan's head.
"The Heavenly Gate is broken! This is the eighth level of the Yuncang Sword Technique!" someone among the Yuncang Sword Sect disciples watching below exclaimed in surprise.
"The last time I saw this move was when Master demonstrated it for us..."
"I am now completely convinced by the chief."
"You're really stubborn. Haven't what you've experienced in the past day and a half proven your senior brother's strength enough?"
Faced with the overwhelming attack of sword energy, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up.
He held the Heavenly Remnant Seal horizontally in front of him, rapidly forming several hand seals. Within moments, the spiritual light surged dramatically, transforming from a gentle, light green into a dangerous, deep green, directly meeting Ji Mo Fan's attack.
"Zheng—"
As their weapons clashed, a chilling wind blew, ruffling the clothes and hair of the two people in the center of the storm. Their gazes met, but none of them showed any sign of retreat.
But the others watching below suffered terribly. The aftershocks from the two's fight tore apart the surrounding trees, whipped up dirt and stones that flew through the air, and caused everyone around to cry out in pain.
"Everyone from Changfeng Valley, heed my command!" Ling Yihan immediately sent out a communication talisman. "Everyone, retreat five hundred meters to the east!"
"Yun Cang Sword Sect! Retreat five hundred meters to the west!"
The disciples hurriedly flew their swords amidst the surging wind and terrifying pressure, staggering as they defended themselves against the falling leaves and rocks, while quickly leaving with their fellow disciples dressed in similar colors.
In an instant, the area around Ji Mofan and Fang Xuan was cleared out.
"They're all gone." Ji Mofan glanced at the direction where the group had disappeared, then turned to look at Fang Xuan. "Have you had enough fun?"
"You were lying about being injured." Fang Xian showed no sign of withdrawing his sword energy; instead, he pressed it up even higher.
"Finish your fight with me first, then we'll talk about everything else!"
Jimo Fan: ...?
He quickly replenished his spiritual power and suppressed the precarious attack once again.
"You're just asking for a beating, right?"
Ji Mo Fan finally understood that Fang Xuan was just bored today and wanted to make fun of him.
Ling Yihan, who is over thirty years old, also indulges in Fang Xian's nonsense.
Ning Weisheng was so distracted by her that he actually led people away.
"I haven't seen the complete sword technique of your Yuncang Sword Sect yet." Fang Xuan was completely unfazed, and with a burst of spiritual power, he forced Ji Mofan back several meters.
Ji Mofan was sent flying backwards to dissipate the force, and then steadied himself in mid-air, clicking his tongue in displeasure.
You really shouldn't be greedy; one indulgence can easily lead to such a big problem.
But to be honest, he is currently two whole minor realms below Fang Xian, so he has no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
Having no other choice, Ji Mofan picked up his sword again, and his spiritual power surged once more.
The ninth level of Yun Cang Sword Technique —
The sword blade tore through the air, carrying spiritual energy as it slashed down rapidly several times. Each move was incredibly swift, so fast that Ji Mofan's actions were almost impossible to catch.
When your eyes follow it, all that's left is a blurry afterimage.
The dim light in the secret realm cast a faint glow on the afterimages left behind, giving the cold-colored attacks a very light white tint.
—The river ripples gently.
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