"That man is a cultivator from the Xingyuan Sect. I only heard that the Nine-Star Sword was taken by a cultivator, but no news about this sword has been heard?" said the man holding the sword next to the old man.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "The key is that the sword spirit should have fallen into a deep sleep. Now that it has been pulled out, there is only one possibility, that is, the sword spirit has awakened ahead of time."
"How is this possible? The sword spirit cannot possibly wake up early. I see that the cultivator is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and he obviously cannot control the sword..."
The man spoke in disbelief, his voice becoming lower and lower until it disappeared.
The old man's shrewd eyes revealed mockery: "Humph, why are you complaining to me? The appearance of the Nine-Star Sword and that sword shows that the war is not far away. We, the casual cultivators who cannot ascend, can only conserve our energy and prepare for that day."
"Your Excellency, that mere Jindan-stage cultivator is not worthy of holding the Chiyou Sword. How about I wait until the competition is over and then take the Chiyou Sword away from you?" There was a calculating look on the man's face.
Then the sound of his words attracted the attention of the onlookers around him.
The old man waved his hand and said, "Long Dan, you are too reckless. Don't think about fighting and robbing all day long. We are civilized casual cultivators."
Long Dan: “…”
While these two were discussing, many cultivators had already fallen down below the stage, leaving only five people. Three of them were killed together, and another female sword cultivator knocked down the remaining five, including Tang Dongjie.
Yes, while Tang Ye Nan was fighting with those three, the other one also started her home court.
Now there are only five of them left on the stage.
The three men couldn't see the cultivation level of the female cultivator, so they said to her in a negotiating tone: "Hey, fellow Taoist, how about the four of us defeat him together and then decide the winner later?"
Lin Wannian and the others looked at the power in the audience, and Su Xingran said, "If that sword cultivator is with the other three, Tang Yenan will be in danger."
The female monk glanced at them, then walked to Tang Ye Nan's side holding the sword in her hand and said, "I want to fight him to the end, so the three of you are out."
Seeing the sword cultivator's choice, Li Shu and Su Xingran breathed a sigh of relief and began to analyze the female sword cultivator.
"Looking at the clothes she's wearing, she looks like a cultivator from the Xuanjian Sect."
When he was in the sword tomb, he saw one of the people wearing the same clothes as the sword cultivator. Now it seems that they are both sword cultivators from the Xuanjian Sect.
"He is from the Xuanjian Sect. Did you notice that there are quite a few Xuanjian Sect cultivators sitting on the stage? The one below the stage must be someone of some importance in the Xuanjian Sect."
"She is so powerful, why haven't we seen her in our sect competition?"
According to the monks with high cultivation level, they would pay more attention to them, but they had no impression of the monk with high cultivation level in the audience.
Just as Li Shu was muttering to himself, a cultivator from the Xuanjian Sect who was watching the competition spoke up: "Humph, during the sect competition, my Senior Sister Zhao was in seclusion to break through. How could she have time to participate in the sect competition?"
Following one person, another person added: "If Senior Sister Zhao hadn't been in seclusion, the Nine Star Sword would definitely belong to our Xuanjian Sect. How could it have fallen into the hands of a cultivator from your Xingyuan Sect?"
His words showed that he was unhappy about Xingyuan Sect's Faxiu getting the Nine Star Sword.
"Watch your mouth, the sword spirit has recognized this. What's the point of you saying this now after the fact? If you can do it, then go ahead." When Li Shu heard the other party calling him the senior sister of magic cultivation, he stiffened his fist and fought back.
"You!" The Xuanjian Sect cultivator was broken on hearing this.
"What do you mean by 'I'? You just said, we are not allowed to fight back?" Li Shu continued to curse back.
"Okay, okay, this is the stands, let's watch Tang Ye Nan compete." Su Xingran mediate.
"You're lucky." Li Shu glared at him and then sat down.
The Xuanjian Sect cultivator who was angry just now was persuaded by his companions.
Under the stage.
With the addition of the sword cultivator, Tang Ye Nan and the power of his sword, the two of them worked together with a level of tacit understanding that was surprising, and they quickly defeated the three men.
When it was their turn, there were only two people left on the stage.
Tang Ye Nan looked at the female swordsman standing opposite him. Although he didn't want to admit it, he clasped his fists towards her and said, "I can't beat you. I quit."
When Zhao Qian heard what he said, she smiled. She raised her sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Tang Ye Nan's forehead: "Use the sword style you learned to fight me."
"I……"
"What? You are obviously a cultivator from the Xingyuan Sect, but you secretly learned the sword style of my Xuanjian Sect, and it is a forbidden sword style. I want to see how powerful you are." As she said this, she went straight up and hit him regardless of Tang Ye Nan's reaction.
Tang Ye Nan heard a lot of truth from her words. When Zhao Qian attacked, he raised his sword to block her attack.
"I've already said I have no intention of fighting you. As for the sword style you mentioned, we can discuss it in detail later."
Zhao Qian looked at the sword in Tang Ye Nan's hand, clicked her tongue, and attacked again.
The tip of the sword drew streaks of cold light in the air and attacked him directly.
Tang Yenan stood firm and swung his sword to dodge the sword blades, but due to the difference in cultivation, he was unable to defend himself and was scratched several times, with tear-red bloodstains appearing on his face.
He had no choice but to use sword style to fight her.
After a few moves.
He fell straight to the ground, and a lot of blood flowed from the arm holding the sword.
The Chiyou Sword Spirit sighed and said to him: "This sword cultivator has just reached the Nascent Soul stage. No matter how powerful I am, I am just an auxiliary sword. I still need your strength to support me."
"The competition is over, Zhao Qian from Xuanjian Sect wins." said the referee.
Zhao Qian sheathed her sword and looked at the young man on the ground with cold eyes: "Who taught you the sword style you learned? If you don't tell me now, I will find out sooner or later."
Tang Ye Nan raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then raised his head and looked at Zhao Qian: "Chen Li, my mother."
Zhao Qian listened and turned to leave. She saw the people running into the field and her eyes fell on the silver-haired monk among the three.
The two looked at each other for a second, then passed each other.
"Tang Yenan, how are you?" Su Xingran and Li Shu hurried forward to help him up.
Lin Wannian took out a magic pill and stuffed it into Tang Yenan's mouth.
After taking the pill, Tang Ye Nan's complexion improved a lot. He consoled them, "I'm fine." He looked at the figure walking away and smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that I can't enter the mid-term competition. Come on, everyone."
"If you don't want to go in, then don't go in. You have tried your best, but you just met someone stronger than you. I will be with you then." Li Shu comforted him with a smile.
"Let's go, the next round of monks are about to come in." Lin Wannian said.
When walking onto the audience stand, Lin Wannian saw Yu Sang. During this round of competition, the two met and then walked away.
Yu Sang gripped the sword at his waist and continued walking forward.
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