The other side.

Jianmen Sect’s martial arts training ground.

Sword practitioners are all very hardworking, and therefore the Jianmen Sect's training ground is very lively every day. At a glance, you can see disciples practicing sword skills and sparring with each other. Each of them has a solemn expression, firm eyes, and a burning gaze.

His attention will not be diverted by the arrival of outsiders and he will be completely immersed in cultivation.

There were three elders sitting cross-legged not far away. They were also busy practicing breathing exercises, with spiritual energy surging around them.

As soon as Fan Li stepped into the Jianmen Sect's training ground, he felt the tense and heated atmosphere in the air.

Everyone here is sweating profusely, silently expressing their desire to become stronger.

Although both are martial arts training grounds, the atmosphere in the Tianji Sect’s martial arts training ground is much more relaxed in comparison.

The disciples of Jianmen Sect rarely talk to each other when they are resting, but in Tianji Sect, the disciples can talk and laugh while practicing, and even hug each other when leaving.

It is a pipe dream to want to meet the elders who are usually high and mighty in the martial arts field.

Fan Li had lived in the Tianji Sect since he was a child, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He took it for granted that the training grounds of other sects were the same.

But now that she had arrived at Jianmen Sect, she suddenly realized that this was what a martial arts arena should look like.

In addition, Fan Li also noticed a detail.

It's the floor tiles under your feet.

There are many cracks, and the closer you get to the center, the more marks of swords and knives you can see, and there are also a lot of lumpy pieces of broken stones.

There were traces of battle everywhere.

On the other hand, the Tianji Sect's martial arts arena has been built so far that there is very little cracking and dust, and it can even be said to be as smooth as new.

Of course, the material used by the Tianji Sect is not better.

It’s just that the disciples rarely use it, and are always distracted when practicing. They just learn from each other for show.

It’s nothing like the Jianmen Sect, where swords and knives are blindly displayed and getting injured is a common occurrence.

Lu Xingran, Qin Xiaoran and others were already accustomed to such scenes. They just walked past without looking around and went straight forward.

Comparing the two, Fan Li couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Everyone in the Jianmen Sect works very hard, so why are they being trampled under the feet of the Tianji Sect and become the eternal runner-up?

This is obviously not reasonable.

What went wrong?

If the leader of Jianmen Sect knew what Fan Li was thinking, he would definitely hold her hand and complain to her.

Knowing that everyone in the Jianmen Sect worked very hard, but could only watch the sect decline without being able to do anything, Qinglan Zhenren felt extremely unwilling and ashamed of the sect, and almost developed a demon in his heart.

"Let's do it here. Let me make it clear first. You are not allowed to play dirty. Senior Sister, you can't cover up for her either," Qin Xiaoran said.

Fan Li came to her senses and realized that they had unknowingly walked to the center of the martial arts field.

Lu Xingran said: "Look at what you said, when have I ever protected anyone?"

Qin Xiaoran chuckled, "Master Sister is the most fair."

As she spoke, she looked at Fan Li provocatively.

"Don't worry, I won't regret it." Fan Li folded his hands and said, "But I want to add a condition. It can't be that if I lose, I have to accept the punishment, and if you lose, nothing will happen to you."

"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot."

Qin Xiaoran didn't mean it, she really forgot.

Because she subconsciously believed that it was impossible for her to lose to an early Jindan stage cultivator, she naturally did not think about what the consequences of losing would be.

Qin Xiaoran was not a shy person, so she said straightforwardly, "Okay, whatever conditions you want, just mention them, as long as they are not too excessive."

"If you lose, I will take all the spirit stones on you." Fan Li said.

Qin Xiaoran frowned and said uncertainly:

"Is that all?"

"That's right."

She thought Fan Li would let her withdraw voluntarily, but she just stared at the spirit stone.

What a silly girl.

"No problem, I'll tell you after you win."

After saying that, Qin Xiaoran jumped onto the stage, then stretched out a hand and hooked his finger at Fan Li.

Fan Li curled the corners of his lips slightly, tiptoed, and landed opposite Qin Xiaoran.

The duel between Qin Xiaoran and Fan Li officially began.

The two stood facing each other, the howling wind made their clothes rustle.

When the disciples who were practicing sword around saw that someone was actually going to challenge Qin Xiaoran, they immediately became interested and gathered over, only to find that the senior sister was there too.

Qin Xiaoran is the daughter of the peak master. She looks sweet and cute, but she is proficient in wielding swords and guns. Especially in battle, she is extremely fierce and is a famous little devil in Jianmen Sect.

The little devil only turns into a little white rabbit when facing the eldest sister. He is very rude to everyone else, regardless of gender, age or status.

Few of the direct disciples dared to fight against Qin Xiaoran. Because of this, she had not been on the ring for a long time and could be said to be a rare visitor to the martial arts arena.

The arrival of rare guests naturally attracted a lot of inquiring eyes.

But who is the unlucky guy who got hurt this time?

Everyone's attention shifted from Qin Xiaoran to the blue-clothed female cultivator opposite.

Hey, he looks unfamiliar. Is this the elder’s new disciple?

"She is from the Tianji Sect." Yang Zetian kindly explained, "Fan Li from the Tianji Sect."

Fan Li? Such a familiar name.

Someone reacted immediately.

"Is it the rumored Fan Li who possesses the innate ice spirit root?!"

Yang Zetian nodded.

When everyone saw this, they were confused at first.

The people from Tianji Sect have nothing better to do, so they come to Jianmen Sect to look for a fight?

The next moment, the friendly expressions of the disciples changed instantly, their fighting spirit was ignited, their eyes were fierce, and they all faced the enemy in unison.

Someone raised his fist and shouted, "Senior Sister Qin, beat her up! Beat her until she cries!"

"Senior Sister Qin, don't be soft-hearted, let her know how powerful our Jianmen Sect is!"

“Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin——!”

The disciples shouted in unison, each shouting louder than the last, deafening the whole sky.

If anyone were to face this kind of situation alone on someone else's territory, they would probably be a little scared.

But Fan Li's expression did not change at all, she remained calm and composed, and the high morale of the Jianmen Sect could not scare her away.

Somehow the competition between the two turned into a battle of honor between the two sects.

The elder not far away did not open his eyes and seemed to have no interest in the battle, but in fact he was paying close attention with his consciousness.

They are very confident in Qin Xiaoran's strength. With her strength, she can at least rank in the top three in Jianmen Sect.

Qin Xiaoran raised one hand confidently, and the disciples shut their mouths and looked at her with sharp eyes.

As agreed before, Qin Xiaoran would let Fan Li make three moves.

So, she put one foot back and took a defensive posture, like a pine tree firmly rooted in the ground, and then raised her eyebrows at Fan Li.

Fan Li held the Ice Soul Blade in his hand and slowly turned it. The blade flashed a sharp cold light in the sunlight.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and parted her red lips.

"Then... please teach me." As soon as the words fell, Fan Li's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he appeared above Qin Xiaoran's head!

The speed is so fast that only afterimages can be seen.

Qin Xiaoran looked up and his expression changed slightly.

So fast!

Fan Li raised the Ice Soul Blade high and chopped it down fiercely.

The air was torn apart, making a sharp sound.

Qin Xiaoran responded immediately.

She crossed her arms in front of her, her fists clenched.

clang——

The sound of metal and stone suddenly rang out, and the ears of the disciples suddenly buzzed.

Fan Li's blade chopped on Qin Xiaoran's wrist guard.

Qin Xiaoran was pushed back two steps, and a drop of cold sweat quietly rolled down his forehead.

She gritted her teeth, and then a layer of silver light appeared.

Fan Li's figure retreated violently backwards, returning to the starting point. The hair on her cheeks slowly fell, and her posture remained calm and steady.

On the other hand, Qin Xiaoran's breathing was obviously a little disordered, and it was obvious that she was having some difficulty in coping after the first round.

This makes people wonder if Fan Li didn't use his full strength at all.

Qin Xiaoran's hands were trembling slightly. She exhaled lightly, and said in a low voice: "Two more moves!"

Fan Li held the Ice Soul Blade in front of him and formed a seal with one hand.

The spiritual energy in his body surged violently.

The people below the stage could feel that all the nearby spiritual energy was being sucked away and gathered in the Ice Soul Blade in Fan Li's hand.

The Ice Soul Sword emitted a slight buzzing sound, as if expressing its joy.

Time passes by little by little, it’s not over yet!

Everyone's faces changed. This was going to suck away all the spiritual energy in the martial arts arena!

An ice-blue lotus rune gradually appeared under Fan Li's feet.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom and flowing slowly.

The three elders in the distance finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up abruptly.

"What kind of move is this?!"

"What a terrifying aura!"

The light from Fan Li's feet was so bright that it made the disciples' faces look blue and green. A terrifying chill spread from Fan Li's feet, making the disciples in the front row shiver with cold, and their eyebrows were covered with frost.

Qin Xiaoran was nervous, no way, was he going to use his ultimate move?

We agreed to stop here.

Qin Xiaoran regretted her previous remarks.

She sensed something was wrong as soon as she received Fan Li's first move. That power was nothing like that of an early Jindan!

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Fan Li, Qin Xiaoran couldn't help but swallow.

This is a battle of honor, we must not retreat! We must not be defeated!

Losing spirit stones is a small matter, but losing face is a big matter!

Qin Xiaoran told herself this, and stood still, mobilizing all her spiritual power to deal with the next attack.

Finally, Fan Li stopped absorbing spiritual energy.

The lotus rune stopped rotating.

Everything was quiet.

She glanced at Qin Xiaoran, as if to say, are you ready to take it?

Qin Xiaoran keenly smelled the breath of the peak of the Golden Core realm, her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened.

Oh shit!

You, Old Six, you have no moral principles and you even hide your skills!