Luo Jianqing's first fight ended in just one stick of incense.
Mu Tianxin specializes in alchemy. Although he's one of the Seven Taihua disciples, he's only the ninth of his generation to achieve a Jindan (a form of alchemy), making him a relatively modest talent. No one gives up during a sect competition, and this time, Mu Tianxin happened to be facing off against Luo Jianqing. Even with all his might, including various magical weapons and elixirs, he couldn't inflict the slightest damage on Luo Jianqing.
The gap between the Seven Sons of Taihua is so huge.
After the fight was over, Mu Tianxin pulled Luo Jianqing's sleeve and snorted, "Brother, you won't even give in to me."
Luo Jianqing said helplessly: "Junior sister, I have already given you time to throw out your magic weapon, the Sky-Thunder, what else do you want me to do?" The implication was that Luo Jianqing could end the fight in a shorter time, and for the sake of his junior sister's face, he had tried very hard to let Mu Tianxin make a move.
Mu Tianxin pursed her lips in frustration, turning away and not looking at Luo Jianqing again, seeming genuinely angry. But when Luo Jianqing came on stage for the second time, she still pulled out a bottle of elixir from her storage ring and stuffed it into Luo Jianqing's hand, whispering, "Anyway...anyway, I can't use it right now, so you can take it, Senior Brother."
Luo Jianqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The disciple Luo Jianqing met on the stage this time was not one of the Seven Sons of Taihua.
The ninth junior brother had just entered the Golden Core stage for only a year. When he met Luo Jianqing, he bowed cautiously. Before Luo Jianqing could do anything to him, the ninth junior brother timidly stepped back, slipped, and fell off the fighting stage.
Xie Zizhuo was stunned: "So you are so lucky, Big Brother! No wonder you are not jealous anymore!"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
In front of Lingyun Hall, the disciples who followed their elders to watch the battle were also shocked by the scenes before them.
In the first round against Mu Tianxin, they only saw Luo Jianqing dodge for a long time before finally forcing Mu Tianxin back with a burst of sword energy. In the second round, Luo Jianqing had barely stood firm before his opponent could even utter a word, and he fell down on his own!
"Is this senior brother from Mount Taihua really as powerful as the legend says?"
"My master always said that luck is also a form of strength. Look at their second senior brother from Taihua Mountain, didn't he get a bye?"
"I was ready to watch an exciting fight, but now..."
After two rounds of competition, only Luo Jianqing, Wei Qiongyin and Zuo Yunmo, who was lucky enough to have a bye, were left on the field.
The random order of Taihua Mountain this time was really terrible. The gap in strength between the two sides was very large every time. Not to mention those cultivators from outside, even Taihua Mountain's own disciples were confused. The winner was decided without even a few glances.
Seeing that the discussions of the cultivators from outside were getting louder and louder, the disciples of Taihua Mountain snorted in dissatisfaction and began to cheer for their senior brothers and sisters.
"Come on, Senior Sister Wei! Senior Sister Wei, quickly draw out your sword and show them!"
"Senior Brother Zuo will definitely win!"
That’s right, Luo Jianqing actually got a bye in this semi-final match.
Luo Jianqing reluctantly walked off the stage, waiting for Zuo Yunmo and Wei Qiongyin to finish their match. The external disciples kept glancing at Luo Jianqing, and besides the initial admiration and amazement, there was also a hint of inexplicable meaning in their glances.
Luo Jianqing didn't care. He raised his head and looked towards the fighting stage.
This round was truly turbulent and very different from previous fights.
Wei Qiongyin drew her sword for the first time, but Zuo Yunmo still kept it sealed in the scabbard, looking at Wei Qiongyin with a smile. The two figures disappeared into nothingness in the arena. After fighting for half an hour, Wei Qiongyin's mouth was bleeding, and she was truly defeated.
Zuo Yunmo bowed and smiled, "Junior sister, I'm sorry."
Wei Qiongyin also bowed and went off the stage with a cold face to heal her wounds.
This finally silenced the outside disciples, who watched with bated breath as Zuo Yunmo on the fighting stage and Luo Jianqing below. Not disappointing them, Luo Jianqing quickly tiptoed onto the stage, gracefully floating onto it and saying with a smile, "Junior brother, in the hearts of my fellow disciples, you are now a great hero."
Zuo Yunmo's handsome face showed a guilty smile. He shook his head and slowly pulled the long sword out of its scabbard. He said, "Brother, I have been preparing for this battle for seven years. You must accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sea of sword shadows slashed towards Luo Jianqing. The dense sword shadows blocked every way out for Luo Jianqing. There were exclamations from the audience, but Luo Jianqing, standing in the center of the sword shadows, remained calm, his lips curled up without a trace of fear.
"Qingyang Sword Technique First Move, Prideful Sun Sword!"
Zuo Yunmo continued to make hand gestures, and the Qingyun Sword in his hand quickly stabbed at Luo Jianqing. Behind him, a fiery red sun slowly rose, scorching the earth with scorching heat and bursting with brilliant light.
Luo Jianqing dodged the monstrous sword shadow and seemed to have no time to pay attention to the terrifying sword moves.
The round sun finally rose completely from the horizon and instantly turned into a fireball, rushing towards the dodging Luo Jianqing.
Outside the arena, the disciples felt the air temperature rise sharply, and many even began to wipe their sweat. In front of Lingyun Hall, Venerable Hao Xingzi stroked his beard with satisfaction, raised his hand, and reinforced the barrier on the arena with another layer. Immediately, the temperature dropped again.
As the round sun pressed toward Luo Jianqing's body, seemingly about to be reduced to charcoal, a glint of green light flashed between his brows. In an instant, a sword approximately three feet seven inches long appeared in his hand. The blade shimmered with the color of colored glass. Luo Jianqing raised his hand, holding the sword, and without any other moves, he blocked the round sun.
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