Chapter 89 Who are you?
"Song Yin?" Mu Jianjian took a step forward, trying to suppress her excitement, and tentatively asked.
If she remembered correctly, Song Yin was the Third Elder's personal disciple, focusing on both speed and strength in his training. He was a highly respected and talented member of the younger generation of the Xuan Shuang Sect.
As the Third Elder waved his hand, a man dressed in white entered from the courtyard. He calmly met Mu Jianjian's probing eyes, then slightly bowed and extended his right hand, pointing outside.
"Okay." Mu Jianjian nodded gently to the Third Elder, and then followed the man in white to the martial arts arena of Zhanqing Peak.
She tentatively drew out her divine sense. Because her spiritual power had been honed in the secret realm of the Tree Spirit Clan, she easily realized that the other party's cultivation level was higher than hers.
The foundation has seven layers.
It's acceptable.
Mu Jianjian slowly stood on the circular martial arts platform, seemingly unaware of the disciples from Zhanqing Peak surrounding her. She slowly removed the hairpin from her hair and held it in her hand, her black hair falling in the wind, making her fair face appear even more delicate.
The Third Elder did not stop the disciples who gathered around out of curiosity. He saw that many disciples had an attitude of watching the excitement and were happy to see it, and he shook his head and sighed inwardly.
Staying out of trouble is often a wise way to protect oneself, but if this attitude evolves into aloofness and indifference, it becomes quite foolish.
Perhaps it's time to join the infighting and put these people through a good wringer on their lazy attitude towards cultivation.
Song Yin stepped onto the fighting stage, looking at the eager girl in front of him, wondering why his master wanted him to spar with Miss Mu.
Although it is now widely known in the sect that Miss Mu has recovered and can cultivate, how can she fight against someone at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment?
I'm afraid I could knock the girl off the fighting stage with just one move!
If Sect Leader Mu were to wake up and hear that Mu Jianjian had been beaten and thrown out like this, he would probably come looking for trouble.
Song Yin clenched his fist, deciding to only use half his strength so as not to make the delicate young lady on the other side lose too badly.
In a secluded corner unnoticed by anyone, a boy wearing a veiled hat landed in a corner of the fighting arena, his gaze fixed on the girl in black robes.
Through the veil, the boy's hand gently touched Xiaohua's head.
When he learned that his sister had come to Zhanqing Peak seeking help from the Third Elder, he rushed over immediately with concern and "threw" all the antidote potions to the Second Elder to make, without feeling any guilt.
Linghu Zhuoyu harbored resentment in his heart.
I don't know what my sister was thinking. She'd rather ask the Third Elder, whom she doesn't know well, for help than him, even though he's much easier to talk to...
If his sister were to beg him, it wouldn't be out of the question to poison the Grand Elder.
On the fighting stage, Song Yin comforted the girl who hadn't moved, thinking she was just nervous because it was her first time on the fighting stage. "Miss Mu, I will go easy on you."
The hairpin, adorned with morning and evening blossoms, twirled between Mu Jianjian's fingers. She heard the man's voice pause, and she gripped the hairpin tightly again. "If Senior Brother Song is ready, let's begin."
He called her "Miss" instead of "Junior Sister," which shows he really didn't take her seriously as a cultivation disciple...
Mu Jianjian felt the soil beneath her feet tremble and vibrate, knowing that her opponent had begun to make their move.
She deftly dodged the hand-like pillars of earth that emerged from the ground, and began to count in her mind.
One hundred moves will suffice; she doesn't need to exert too much effort.
If Matsutora continues with this slow and leisurely attack...
Twenty moves passed in the blink of an eye. Song Yin watched the girl's nimble and agile figure, like a serpent, and realized that not a single attack had landed!
It was as if the other side knew exactly where each of his clods of dirt would land, and he always narrowly escaped danger.
Moreover, the girl in black robes was holding a hairpin and wasn't making any moves; she was simply dodging.
Song Yin finally couldn't help but increase his strength. After forty moves, he finally gave up on the single clod of earth and pressed his whole body close to Mu Jianjian, starting to fight her hand to hand.
Clang—
Song Yin used his hand as a blade to clash with Mu Jianjian's hairpin, producing a metallic clanging sound. Mu Jianjian raised her eyebrows in surprise, watching the man's huge hand reach out to grab her, and then flipped over and backed away.
Are you finally getting serious...?
Mu Jianjian seemed to be deep in thought. The tingling sensation from the web of her right hand after colliding with Song Yin stimulated her nerves and subtly aroused her fighting spirit.
"Junior sister, being distracted during battle is not a good habit." Song Yin's voice fell, and he disappeared from the stage.
Mu Jianjian felt the tremors underground and realized that the other party was preparing to launch a surprise attack from underground, catching her off guard.
Although she knew she could use her right eye to observe the movement of true energy and thus find the approximate location of the opponent, she did not want to use this secret technique in front of so many people.
Recalling the burning look in Cai Chu's eyes when he saw this pupil technique, Mu Jianjian decided it was best to be careful.
It's a pity I haven't had time to practice the secret techniques I've been learning from the booklets.
A faint rumbling sound came from underground. A second before Song Yin broke through the soil, she raised herself up, gently rotated her wrist to point the Morning and Evening Hairpin at the man, and injected her true energy. A petal then tumbled downwards from the hairpin.
The ripples generated by the rotating petals even tore through the surrounding air, easily resisting Song Yin's attack.
Many disciples standing next to the fighting arena were so engrossed in watching that they were completely unaware of their original purpose for coming to watch.
Junior Sister Mu is amazing!
They were able to hold their own against Senior Brother Song after he used Earth Escape Technique. You should know that those of them who had fought Senior Brother Song before suffered losses because of this move!
"The hairpin in her hand is no ordinary item." A man in blue robes stood by the stands, his voice reaching the ears of the disciples nearby, drawing everyone's attention.
Lin Changkuo stood to one side with a dark face and a malicious smile.
Seeing that Song Yin's offensive was becoming more and more intense, Mu Jianjian silently counted in her mind.
Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty...
Although Song Yin did not use his full strength as he said, Mu Jianjian was still delighted with her progress.
Sure enough, going to a secret realm almost always involves fighting opponents several levels higher, and afterwards, facing opponents several levels higher isn't particularly difficult!
Ignoring her numb right arm, she faced Song Yin's attacks head-on without flinching, mentally counting down the seconds.
...Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred.
The final move was perfectly blocked by Mu Jianjian. She made no attempt to hide her smile and bowed to Song Yin, saying, "Senior Brother Song, you're too kind."
Song Yin was momentarily stunned by the girl's smile and voice. He rarely curled his lips into a smile, but before he could speak, a voice came from the stands next to the fighting arena, resounding in everyone's ears.
“If Senior Brother Song wants to go easy on us, there’s no need to be so obvious,” Lin Changkuo said as he walked down from the stands and slowly approached the fighting arena. “It wouldn’t be good if some good-for-nothings relying on magical artifacts got the wrong idea.”
In the corner, Linghu Zhuoyu placed her hand on the wooden box hanging at her waist the moment Lin Changkuo spoke. She desperately wanted to release the black scorpion, but was afraid of causing trouble for her sister.
It's so noisy...
He lowered his delicate eyelashes.
I really want to throw him into a snake pit as food; his screams would be incredibly pleasing to the ear.
Mu Jianjian fixed her gaze on the man below the stage, and after meeting his provocative gaze, tilted her head.
Who are you?
Lin Changkuo: ?
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