Ye Qiao hesitated, then nodded resignedly: "Yes. I have only seen people from the Sword Sect."
"Oh." Mu Chongxi pressed his face against the table and responded quickly: "You have only seen the Sword-Asking Sect, and you can already fight Chu Xingzhi on equal terms?"
"That's not the case." Wuwukai was exaggerating. Ye Qiao scratched his head, "I was just being a little clever at the time."
Who made Chu Xingzhi underestimate the enemy?
"Chu Xingzhi's swordsmanship at that time was only the most basic." Zhou Xingyun: "They are not the only ones participating in the sword cultivation competition."
What Ye Qiao knew was too monotonous. The Changming Sect's sword techniques were divided into six moves, and she and Mu Chongxi only knew the first two. Although it was not bad, it was far from enough to get into the top ten.
"Ye Qinghan has more than just that ability." Zhou Xingyun pressed down the messy hair on her head and said in a light voice, "Keep working hard, little sister."
Ye Qiao also realized that Ye Qinghan, as the male protagonist Long Aotian, didn't take her seriously at all when he was fighting.
But she had only been exposed to swordsmanship for half a year, so it was unrealistic for her to surpass those disciples all at once.
"Like this." Zhou Xingyun's temperament was as depressed as ever. The corners of his lips drooped slightly. He threw Duanchen to Ye Qiao, then signaled Mu Chongxi to take out the Chaoxi Sword, "I'll show you."
Wuhu.
That's a good feeling.
Mu Chongxi touched his chin and asked, "Can you remember it in such a short time?"
Zhou Xingyun glanced at him and said, "How much you can remember is up to you. Not me."
Qin Huai of Chengfeng Sect's swordsmanship is rather bizarre and unpredictable, while the swordsmanship of Wenjian Sect is to break all techniques with one sword, which most people cannot withstand. Yueqing Sect also has a swordsman, but the other party has never had a sense of presence, so Zhou Xingyun also demonstrated it to him.
But demonstration does not mean that the sword technique can be used. Zhou Xingyun's imitation can only give the two of them some idea.
Don't let yourself get caught up in the sword cultivation competition where you can't even figure out the methods of the other sword cultivators.
Zhou Xingyun had always heard his junior fellow apprentice muttering that Ye Qiao had a good memory, but he was still a little surprised after seeing it with his own eyes.
As long as he showed her, she could imitate it.
He was no longer needed later on. After Ye Qiao remembered everything, he and Mu Chongxi fought directly. The two sword cultivators were ruthless in their attacks, often causing the yard to be in danger of collapse. However, as the individual competition was approaching, the elders ignored them.
Improving your cultivation is the most important thing.
This also caused Ye Qiao to be so busy that he felt a little dizzy.
She needed to draw talismans during the day, find time to refine a few ugly pills for her own use, and then practice sword at night. She had no free time at all.
After finally catching their breath, the two decided to take a break as the secret realm would be opened in a few days, but they ended up falling asleep.
Suddenly, the sounds of the elders sinking their qi into their dantian were heard outside the yard.
"Get up. Gather at the back hill."
Ye Qiao sat up in a daze.
"What's going on?"
As the group hurriedly ran out, they shivered from the cold.
"Everyone up?"
“…”
A group of disciples, all in disheveled clothes, gathered together, all very sleepy, one leaning against the other. Ye Qiao drew talismans and made pills during the day, and learned sword moves at night. He was so sleepy that he could not stand it any longer, so he leaned against Mu Chongxi and fell asleep in a daze.
"What are you doing, so late at night?"
Mingxuan didn't sleep. His disciples were all night owls. Rest was not important to them. They all stayed up late to improve their strength. They were all confused when they were suddenly called out.
"The secret realm will be opened in two days, but after experiencing the last crisis, we realized a problem." The elder of the Sword Sect said in a loud voice: "You need to exercise more at your age!"
"???"
What?
Others almost thought they were deaf.
Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi were also frightened and looked at each other and stood up straight.
"Very good, you are all very energetic!" The elder of the Sword Questioning Sect clapped his hands and said in a cold voice: "In this case, you should all run around the back mountain together tonight to increase your speed, so that you won't be able to escape when you are caught."
“…”
The group of people were forced to stand up and then ran slowly.
"No. Why?" Chu Xingzhi didn't understand. He had been practicing sword skills well and was ready to show his skills in the fifth match. But why were they asked to practice speed so late at night?
"Perhaps the elder saw how fast Chang Mingzong ran before and thought that speed is also part of strength." Zhu You shrugged. She did not object to this method.
But stepping on the breeze is the mindset of the Chang Mingzong, and they are just running training at most.
Chu Xingzhi immediately understood who the culprit was.
He ran to Ye Qiao with an expressionless face, "I curse you, Ye Qiao!"
Ye Qiaopao was absent-minded. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at Chu Xingzhi, "Then you can curse me every day, reflect on my life three times a day, and repeat my name over and over again."
"If you keep doing this, you'll find out—"
Ye Qiao smiled slightly and said: "Your curse is useless."
"Oh my, who was it? It turned out to be Chu Xingzhi from the Sword-Asking Sect. He's so irritable right after he came here." Mu Chongxi's starry eyes curved, "Did those female cultivators who liked you finally see how useless you are and beat you up?"
Chu Xingzhi immediately pointed at the two of them angrily and said, "Don't be complacent. I will definitely beat you in the individual competition."
Ye Qiao: "Ah, yes, yes. We'll wait."
Ye Qiao, Mu Chongxi, and Chu Xingzhi, the three sword cultivators, got together and their mouths were faster than their legs throughout the whole process.
Others were running, but the three of them were talking with their mouths.
Song Hansheng in front had a blank expression on his face. He was annoyed to death by the three of them. He rushed forward, trying to get rid of the talkative trio.
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