With so many members in the Sword Inquiry Sect, news spreads very quickly.
On their way from the dining hall to the competition platform, many sympathetic or admiring glances fell on Song Tingwan.
Some people still hold onto the impression of Foundation Establishment cultivators facing demon kings, while others are just hearing about the newly emerging genius fifth-grade alchemist who can never advance in his lifetime.
In addition, there are Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi, two prominent figures in the outer sect, as well as the giant sword body cultivator who everyone takes a second look at.
Furthermore, there's the sect leader's personal disciple, a sixteen-year-old Golden Core cultivator, whom he boasts about wildly in front of the elders of each peak.
This group of people stopped in front of the competition platform, making it hard for others not to join in the fun.
Song Tingwan was holding her cool younger sister's hand with one hand and Qin Xi's arm with the other. She turned around unintentionally and was surprised to find a large group of people quietly following behind her.
One of the senior sisters who had comforted her that morning stepped forward and asked curiously, "Junior Sister Song, what are you doing?"
This is a competition arena.
Four of them are outer disciples, and one is a cool and dashing Golden Core sword cultivator. Could it be that Junior Sister Si Yao is looking for someone to challenge in the arena?
Song Tingwan recognized her, smiled at her, and explained, "Ayao was just sparring with my friend."
She raised her hand, which was holding her sister's, to indicate that they really weren't planning anything big.
It was just a friendly sparring match; she was worried that such a large-scale event would attract the elders.
Baili Xijiang, seeing so many people, greeted them warmly, saying, "Come, come, since you're all here, let me introduce you!"
"This is our Sect Master Yan's youngest disciple! Everyone knows that, right? He's already at the Golden Core stage!"
"This! It's Wan Qiji, a master of both sword and body cultivation! ...He'll be reaching the Golden Core stage soon!"
Baili Xijiang paused for a moment, then proudly stood up for his two friends.
Amidst the jeers, Song Siyao drew his Li Guang sword and, without changing his expression, leaped onto the arena first.
Her body was as light as a swallow, nimble and unruly.
Song Tingwan, sitting below the stage, looked up at her confident, head-tilted appearance, and her usually composed heart suddenly stirred.
Remembering her instructions, Ayao, who loved to challenge people to one-on-one duels, hasn't fought anyone for a long time.
It was rare for Wan Qiji to appear so relaxed. The moment he gripped the hilt of the giant sword on his back, the strip of cloth covering the fiery red blade naturally fell off.
The body cultivator gripped the giant sword and calmly ascended step by step.
The two stood facing each other and greeted each other.
The senior female student on duty at the arena walked onto the stage with a smile and rang the bell.
The competition begins.
Song Siyao smiled and said, "Be careful, I won't let you have that."
The man suddenly smiled. "Of course."
The blade and sword clashed the instant they finished speaking, so fast that it was impossible to see.
The moment their swords clashed, their eyes locked and their fighting spirit surged.
Almost the instant they made their move, the battle-crazed individuals' suppressed fighting spirit was unleashed, and the disciples near the stands skillfully moved away.
"Oh, I remember now, aren't these the two who broke the ring's protective shield last time?"
Upon hearing this, everyone tacitly moved back five steps.
Both men wielded extraordinary weapons; their crimson blades and flaming swords clashed back and forth in a dazzling display.
Song Tingwan stared blankly at the people on stage who were getting more and more excited as they fought.
Suddenly I realized that I might have made a mistake.
Ayao is a warlike person. In the book, he proves his path by killing, and even sparring with her makes him so excited.
She used family ties as a prison, binding her younger sister within it, all under the guise of "it's for your own good."
Song Tingwan's mood gradually declined, but the others became more and more excited as they watched.
This is absolutely amazing! A body cultivator is actually going toe-to-toe with a Golden Core cultivator while carrying a sword.
The sword cultivators' moves became increasingly ruthless and cunning, leaving the Golden Core stage sword cultivators below increasingly astonished. They suddenly understood why the other sword cultivators were personal disciples while they were merely inner disciples.
It's not as good as it, it's really not as good as it.
"Wow, this sword move is so powerful! It looks like a casual swing, but upon closer inspection, the sword intent is so strong that it's hard to look directly at it."
Some people felt something was amiss. The sword techniques Song Siyao used didn't resemble any of the techniques used by the Sword Inquiry Sect. How could he so easily and casually send the body cultivator, who had just been exchanging blows, crashing off the stage?
"This move is called Floating Life, and it comes from Fengye, the number one swordsman ten thousand years ago."
Song Siyao bowed apologetically to Wan Qiji, whom she had knocked off the stage, and then raised her voice to mention Fusheng to the crowd.
The old man inside the dantian was stunned, feeling a mix of emotions, including emotion and gratitude.
"Tell them what to do, since nobody knows me anyway."
The cultivation world changes too quickly; he was someone forgotten by time ten thousand years ago, so how could anyone remember him?
“After today, there will be people.”
Song Siyao, without changing her expression, gracefully twirled her sword and stepped off the stage. Facing Wan Qiji, who had been helped up by her elder sister and the others, she said solemnly, "You are very strong."
If it weren't for the old man's overbearing swordplay, she would have been on par with Wan Qiji.
"You won." Wan Qiji patted the dust off his clothes, his smile still on his face.
He simply took advantage of cultivating both body and sword. Body cultivation is like a solid rock, making it difficult to break through. In addition, he can make up for the shortcomings of body cultivation in attack, and attack and defend at the same time.
Thank you.
Thank you.
The two exchanged a tacit bow.
After a thoroughly enjoyable competition, one's cultivation became more stable, while the other improved the fusion of sword and body techniques during the battle.
They had a good time fighting, and only then did they notice Song Tingwan's unusual silence.
Their hearts skipped a beat, and they looked at each other.
This time I restrained myself a little; I got carried away but still maintained some rationality.
They didn't let their burning fighting spirit damage their meridians anymore.
The two looked somewhat confused. Before they could speak hesitantly, Song Tingwan noticed their gazes and suddenly snapped back to reality.
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