"This thing is too expensive, let's change it for something else." Ni Taowan directly rejected it.

Xu Qiu laughed and said, "Back then, you used this to slander my wife. Now, why not take this as an apology?"

Xiahou Zongxing retorted: "This is a token that has been passed down in our Qingluan Valley until now. How can we just hand it over to outsiders?"

Xu Qiu squinted at them, "Then it is still in the hands of outsiders. Huang Yue'e has occupied it for many years, but you are indifferent. Is she a spy of the Wumen, or are you also people of the Wumen, selling out the interests of Qingluan Valley?"

The look in his eyes was like a sharp knife, scraping across their bodies.

Xiahou Zongxing felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Only Ni Taowan remained strong.

Just as he was about to speak, Yin Hongniang interrupted him, "You two are over a hundred years old combined, yet you still act childishly like a younger generation. Isn't that ridiculous? Besides, he is telling the truth."

Yin Hongniang stood beside Xu Qiu, looking at the two of them with contempt.

At this moment, all the disciples were watching.

Back then, Qin Jianjia was slandered and wrongly accused and driven out of Qingluan Valley. Now that the truth has come to light, the two elders continue to frame others, which is despicable.

Finally, Ni Taowan nodded: "Okay, I have no objection."

Xiahou Zongxing asked bluntly: "How do you prove it?"

Xu Qiu continued with his hands behind his back, saying casually: "It's simple. Let one of your disciples practice my skills and compete with your disciples in swordsmanship. If he wins, it will prove that I don't need your crappy skills books at all."

Ni Taowan questioned: "Doesn't it take a long time to practice your technique?"

"One day is enough."

"Hahaha, okay, which disciple do you want to choose?"

Did she feel that what she had heard was a huge joke and that Xu Qiu was bringing shame upon himself?

Can you master it in one day and defeat all the disciples?

Xiahou Zongxing also felt that Xu Qiu was being too confident, but he was also happy to see it happen, and asked, "Who do you want to choose?"

"Wang Qiliang."

Xu Qiu's voice was calm.

Wang Qiliang, who was standing nearby, was surprised. He pointed at his own face and asked in confusion, "Me?"

Then he said with a lack of confidence: "I can't do it?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if you fail."

"Oh well."

Wang Qiliang nodded helplessly.

It's settled now. The competition will be held at this time tomorrow.

Simply making friends with swords, no internal strength required, just a pure swordsmanship competition.

For a moment, everyone was secretly looking forward to it.

Ni Taowan and Xiahou Zongxing were overjoyed. Xu Qiu was tantamount to committing suicide. As long as he won tomorrow, the blame of the library would be completely put on Xu Qiu, and they could punish him however they wanted.

Of course, what excites them the most is that they can strike a blow against the power of the Great Elder Yin Hongniang.

As long as they could accuse the person brought back by the Great Elder as a spy, Yin Hongniang would completely lose her voice, and Qingluan Valley would be firmly in the hands of the two of them.

On the way back, Yin Hongniang looked at Xu Qiu with concern, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Um."

Xu Qiu nodded.

Yin Hongniang wanted to say something else.

[You don’t need Qingluan Valley’s skills even if you give them to beggars, so there will be no suspense in winning]

When she heard this, she stopped talking. This guy was belittling the Qingluan Valley's martial arts again.

Then she glared at him and said coquettishly, "Hmph... whatever you want!"

Then he left feeling quite depressed.

Xu Qiu was left confused, looking at her from behind with a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you angry for no reason? Women's hearts are like needles in the sea."

"Brother-in-law, Qiliang has just entered the first-class level. What is his merit?"

Wang Qiliang had been standing behind Xu Qiu, saying with considerable concern that he couldn't even make it into the top ten in the sect.

Xu Qiu waved his hand, returned to the yard, asked Qin Yumo to find a pen and paper, and spent two incense sticks of time to rewrite a book of exercises. After letting the words dry, he threw it into Wang Qiliang's hands.

He then instructed, "You will start practicing in the yard today, and I will supervise you."

Is my brother-in-law so confident?

"Don't be surprised, go and practice, you only have twelve hours." Xu Qiu's gesture to drive him away made Wang Qiliang very helpless.

He could only nod silently.

Arriving at the courtyard, he began to practice according to the method written by Xu Qiuxin.

"I hope I won't lose so badly tomorrow," Wang Qiliang prayed secretly.

He started practicing swordplay stiffly.

But as time went by, Wang Qiliang discovered that this method was different from what he had imagined.

It seems like he is the leader of all sword techniques. He can apply all sword techniques to other situations and at the same time, he can target weaknesses and find solutions instantly.

It seems like a skill that combines the strengths of hundreds of schools and discards their weaknesses.

"Why do I feel that my swordsmanship is becoming more and more refined?" Wang Qiliang was quite surprised.

When he practiced for three hours.

He knew the movements of the technique clearly by heart, and every time he swung the sword, he would have new insights. Especially since he had been practicing sword for several years, it would not be too difficult for him to practice it now.

This was much more powerful than the techniques he had seen in the Qingluan Valley Library.

Wang Qiliang couldn't help but ask, "Brother-in-law, how did you get this set of skills?"

"Guess?" Xu Qiu joked for a moment, then said, "Don't ask so many questions, just practice!"

He would never tell others that this set of skills is the basic swordsmanship in the world of immortal cultivation.

The sword technique that every low-level disciple of the sect must practice is a technique that has been iterated for thousands of years.

Afterwards, he no longer paid attention to Wang Qiliang, but concentrated on absorbing the rest of the demon pills and spiritual power into his dantian. He was practicing all the time.

"good……"

Wang Qiliang watched his brother-in-law meditate, responded, and continued to practice sword skills on the side.

…

at the same time.

Xiahou Zongxing looked at his disciple angrily, "Wan'er, do you know what you are doing?"

"Wan'er doesn't know. Wan'er only knows to clear Senior Sister Qin's name." Nangong Wan'er said very firmly.

"Restore her innocence?" Xiahou Zongxing was furious. "Do you know that with her around, you can never get the title of Saint?"

"So, all this was done by Master?"

Nangong Wan'er's watery eyes stared at Xiahou Zongxing closely.

When Xiahou Zongxing was asked this question, he was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Nangong Wan'er was immediately disheartened when she saw her master's expression, but she still insisted, "I think Elder Ni should also get involved. She is targeting the Great Elder so much."

"presumptuous!"

Slap! Xiahou Zongxing slapped Nangong Wan'er in anger.

The force seemed to be a bit too strong, and deep red marks appeared on Nangong Wan'er's face. She was stunned and felt a real pain on her face.

Then she laughed miserably. She didn't expect her master to be like this. Her heart was a little broken.

The master had never hit her, but he would get furious when talking about Qin Jianjia. The master's little thoughts were obvious to him.

Combined with what she had heard from Xu Qiu before, she was more and more able to confirm that her master Xiahou Zongxing was the spy sent by the Wu Sect.

Xiahou Zongxing realized that he had made a mistake and said hurriedly, "Wan'er, Master didn't mean it. Master is just paving the way for you! You must understand Master's good intentions."

"But, Huang Yue'e was the most likely to become a saint before, why didn't Master deal with her?"

Nangong Wan'er sneered and walked away without looking back.

"Wan'er!"

Xiahou Zongxing shouted, but it didn't make Nangong Wan'er turn around.

This made him very crazy, and in the end he could only vent his anger on Xu Qiu and Qin Yumo, "If it weren't for them, my disciple wouldn't be like this!"

Xiahou Zongxing now wished he could strangle them to death.

(End of this chapter)