You can't count down no matter what.
Yun Que's face turned pale and she moved the corners of her lips, "Is there no other way?" It was too difficult for her to fight with her own talismans.
Su Zhuo shook his head, "There's really no way around this." Once the talisman is handed in, the drawing method and the rune patterns will be remembered by the elders. It won't work if you use one drawn by someone else or buy one.
A big scandal occurred in Yueqing Sect. The sect's direct disciple, who was the main talisman cultivator, actually succeeded in drawing a talisman, but it spontaneously combusted halfway through. This caused the outside world to talk about it endlessly for several days, but soon the monks were attracted by another piece of news.
The courtyard of Changmingzong.
"I hit Qin Huai?" Mu Chongxi jumped up and down: "Are you kidding me?"
The order of the first round of sword cultivators' draws was definitely one of the points that everyone was curious about. The sword cultivators were ahead in the competition. After drawing the lots, Mu Chongxi asked who his opponent was and then he fell to the ground. He only felt that his life had become gloomy.
"That Qin Huai, he's in the late Jindan stage." Mu Chongxi turned over and sat up: "He seems to have a trump card in his hand, right? What can I use to fight him?"
"You are also in the late Jindan stage, there is nothing you can't fight." Ye Qiao patted his shoulder, "A man should be strong."
He has been very busy these days. Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan are going to compete, and they have accumulated a lot of talismans. They were just worrying about who to give them to. Mu Chongxi was competing ahead of them, so he stuffed all the talismans into his hands.
The elders and clan leaders of all major sects attached great importance to the top ten competition. Duan Yu even came over, which was a rare occurrence, to comfort Mu Chongxi and bring them a message.
"I have inquired."
"It was forged by the founder of the Chengfeng Sect. It's a spiritual sword. It's called Qingfeng."
This kind of sword that has existed in the world for hundreds of years must have a sword spirit inside it. Once a sword develops intelligence, it can be extremely troublesome.
Not to mention, the spiritual sword forged by the weapon repair ancestor can kill anyone who stands in its way in the competition.
Ye Qiao held up his chin, "What does this Qingfeng Sword have to do with our martial arts?"
Qingfeng Jue and Qingfeng Sword, how could these things not be the treasures of their Changming Sect?
"That doesn't matter." Duan Yu waved his hand, "It's all about speed. Qin Huai has wind spirit roots, and he is a perfect match with the Qingfeng Sword. If you can fight, then fight. If you win, it's awesome, and if you lose, it's not a loss."
After all, Qin Huai is a ruthless person.
Mu Chongxi nodded randomly. Thinking of the Qingfeng Sword in Qin Huai's hand, he was still somewhat unsure. The young man muttered, "How embarrassing it would be if I got crushed. His sword is very powerful, right?"
Duan Yu comforted him, "In fact, there is no distinction between high and low spirit swords. It depends on how you use them. Since Chaoxi Sword has followed you, it must like you very much. Only when the sword master and the spirit sword have a tacit understanding and the same ideas can the sword be used to its full potential."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xingyun glanced at Duan Chen silently.
Why does he feel that his sword is so cheap?
At this moment, Duan Chen and Zhou Xingyun had a particularly tacit understanding, and both sides felt that the other was despicable.
Mu Chongxi silently hugged his sword tightly and nodded seriously, "I will try my best, Elder!"
That's good. Mu Chongxi has his own way of swordsmanship. Duan Yu nodded with satisfaction. Mu Chongxi doesn't have as many ideas as Ye Qiao, nor is he like Zhou Xingyun who is unhappy all the time.
With just a few words of inspirational quote, Mu Chongxi no longer had any worries.
Move forward courageously and openly.
This is the most suitable candidate for kendo.
"Keep going." Ye Qiao waved at him and smiled, "You are the only second kendo genius."
In terms of talent, Mu Chongxi is actually not inferior to Ye Qinghan.
When he was young, he had lofty ambitions and was the best in the world.
A woman would only affect the speed at which her senior brother could draw his sword.
Ye Qiao firmly believed it.
…
"Xixi baby!"
"Come on."
There were fans cheering outside the venue.
Seeing this, Mingxuan imitated and said: "Xixi baby, come on~"
"roll."
The two had never gotten along before, and Mu Chongxi almost drew his sword.
"Stop messing around and go."
Mu Chongxi was the first to stand on the competition stage under the gaze of a group of people. The young man held a sword, and the bright red color made his eyebrows and eyes look particularly beautiful. The little girl in the audience was immediately full of enthusiasm: "I want to be a sword cultivator, like them, killing people indiscriminately!"
Sword cultivators are all so good looking!
Duan Yu came over, rubbed his hands, and said cheerfully: "Little girl, how do you see me?"
“…”
"Ahhh! Monsters, get out of here!"
She looked at the unshaven middle-aged man, cried, covered her face and ran away.
No love anymore.
Duan Yu silently covered his wounded heart, turned his head away and continued to watch the game.
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