The sky is clear and the air is fresh, the sun is rising, and the morning mist has not yet dissipated.
This is a vast open space that had long been cleared by the Qinglu Sword Sect, leaving only a few tall elm trees with lush branches and leaves.
Although it is said to be at the foot of Chongming Mountain, it is still some distance away from the mountain. One can only vaguely see the shadow of the towering mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. Those who are going to fight today all came very early. The disciples of each sect were arranged five meters away from the ring, separated by wooden fences. The leading elders sat in the front, and the other disciples stood behind them. From a distance, under the four huge rectangular stone platforms, there was a dark crowd of people, with clear clothing and regions, so that people could tell the origins of the sects at a glance. Ten meters away, the people of Yecheng came earlier than the other sects. They came to the straw shed built a few days ago before dawn, brought tea and snacks, occupied a good position on the hillside, and waited for the start with great interest. However, it was not the most crowded time now. Many people would not miss every round of the first round of the Zhehua Club. As the host, Qinglu Sword Sect only sent out an elder of half-step Mahayana in the past few days, sitting at the easternmost end of the stands to hold the battle, in case of any unexpected situation in the fight. Duan Chongxuan was not in the first match. So Yin Biyue and the other two stood behind Elder Cheng of Xiping Peak and in front of the other disciples of Cangya Mountain, looking at the four people who had just jumped onto the stage.
The first two matches today were really nothing to watch, all of them were played by small and unknown sects and disciples who barely reached the Concentration Stage. As time passed, except for the Yecheng people who were surprised and cheered by the fire and smoke, the elders and disciples in the stands were somewhat bored. The only match between the Lianjian Sect and the Qinglu Sword Sect ended in less than a cup of tea because of the huge gap in strength.
Yin Biyue watched very carefully, especially the fight with Qinglu Sword Sect. He watched how the disciple's sword started, how he took a different approach, and how he broke the "Mountain and River Guard" of Lianjian Sect with one sword. He saw the movement of his steps and the angle of his wrist, and deduced in his sea of consciousness how well Zhongshan, who was in the late stage of breaking through obstacles, would be able to perform the same sword skills.
At this time, there was a commotion in the Baopu Sect's team. The crowd separated from both sides and a disciple came out. He saluted his elder and nodded to He Lai who was standing behind the elder. The elder smiled with wrinkles on his face and patiently gave him a few instructions.
When the Baopu Sect came, they also split into two groups, one led by He Lai, and the other followed the elders, riding on the only Yunxiao flying boat in the sect. ?
The difference between this team of people is not that their realm is higher than others, but because they are all relatives of the elders in the Baopu Sect or the children of high-ranking families. Li Lin is the only son of an elder. The deacon of the Qinglu Sword Sect shouted, "Ring No. 3, Duan Chongxuan of Cangya Mountain vs. Li Lin of Baopu Sect..." The voice with true energy spread far away, and the audience suddenly became lively. The disciples who were a little bored just now suddenly perked up.
Someone just exclaimed, "Duan Chongxuan? From Xihua Peak? Disciple of the Sword Saint?" someone lowered his voice to explain for him, "It is said that this man was sent to Xihua Peak by a letter of recommendation from the dean. The Sword Saint and the dean are good friends, so we have to give him some face... but he can only be considered a nominal disciple." Before the person asking the question had time to feel disappointed, someone else said, "But tomorrow you will see the real disciple of the Sword Saint on the field... Look over there in Cangya Mountain, the white-haired boy is Yin Biyue. He is the second disciple of the Sword Saint who uses a sword!" There were also many discussions about the other side of the battle. Apparently some people have heard of this name, "Li Lin? His father is Li Changhong of the Baopu Sect?" Some people looked bitter, "To be honest, I am most afraid of meeting this kind of person. There are so many good things for self-defense, who knows what they are!? It is difficult to win even if you have higher cultivation than him!" There are also those who are more well-informed, "Isn't it said that his mother also came from a big family?" At this point, he chuckled, "Didn't he have a nickname before he was eight years old, 'Little Overlord of Hengduan Mountains'." Without a doubt, this game is the biggest highlight of the day.
Li Lin jumped onto the stage, looked around the audience, and fixed his eyes on Cangya Mountain. He smiled. That smile made people feel uncomfortable. In addition to arrogance, there was also disdain.
Of course, he is no longer the "Little Tyrant of Hengduan Mountain". He is eight feet tall, with strong muscles and dark yellow skin. His eyebrows and eyes are originally straight, but because of years of arrogant sidelong glances and disdainful curling of the lips, his mouth and eyes have become a little crooked. However, he is burly and carries a heavy sword on his back. Standing on the ring, looking down from above, he is still very intimidating.
At this time, Duan Chongxuan brushed the hem of his robe and walked onto the stage leisurely. He was wearing Cangya's standard Taoist robe today, but it was different from other disciples. The fabric was smooth and the workmanship was fine. The cloud pattern on the cuffs seemed to be flowing and shining as he walked. He wore a jade crown to hold his hair and a silver belt to tie his waist. He looked broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and tall. This kind of elegant demeanor did not seem particularly outstanding when he stood next to Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan.
But when he stood opposite Li Lin, there was a sharp contrast, a world of difference.
The first to go crazy were the female cultivators of Lianjian Sect. Some of these bold and daring girls screamed. When the Lianjian Sect elder turned around and glared at them, they came to their senses and realized how embarrassing it was. But they still blushed and whispered, "Where does he live?"
"How many people are there in your family?"
"Have you ever been married?"
“…”
Yin Biyue remained silent.
Did I make a mistake? Is Duan Hualao the protagonist? He already has a halo when he appears.
Or is it that the people of Lianjian only look at appearance?
The two of them exchanged greetings on the stage. Li Lin was a little perfunctory, but Duan Chongxuan was flawless. Then he stood up, pointed with his folding fan, and said, "Please teach me, Taoist friend."
Just like making way for Baopu Sect on Panlong Ridge.
This kind of demeanor obviously made the female cultivators of Lianjian even more excited. However, the elders sitting upright did not think highly of it. The two were at similar realms, and it was unwise to take the initiative to give up the opportunity to attack. It was no longer self-confidence, but arrogance.
The Baopu Sect disciples booed.
Li Lin did not speak. He was not stupid and would not refuse just for the sake of dignity. On the contrary, Duan Chongxuan's behavior made him feel ridiculous.
So he drew his sword and slashed!
A golden light suddenly appeared on the stage!
It was a sword weighing a thousand pounds, with complicated rune formations engraved on the sword body. It was activated by true energy and shone with a dazzling light, which was enough to increase the power of the sword moves by thirty percent!
His move was simple and plain, without any fancy tricks, only the vast true energy was poured out.
Someone in the audience knew the goods and exclaimed, "It really is a good thing!"
To forge such a sword, at least two swordsmiths and array masters above the Hinayana realm would have to devote five years of hard work. This shows how much Li Changhong doted on his only son and what high hopes he had placed on him.
The female practitioners of Lianjian Sect held their breath, as if the young man facing the sword on the stage was their relative or old friend.
Yin Biyue suddenly felt a little worried.
Now that he thought about it, he had never seen a chatterbox practicing. If he were facing this sword, he would not take it head-on. The best way would be to use the third move of the Cold Water Sword to turn defense into offense...
No, that's not right. I will never let Li Lin draw his sword first!
When facing such a swift sword, the best way is to be faster than your opponent.
Not only Yin Biyue, many people were wondering, if it were them, how would they take this sword?
However, they didn't expect that a blazing wall of fire suddenly appeared in front of Duan Chongxuan!
"He is practicing spiritual cultivation?! What kind of practice is that? How can he be so fast?!"
"No... I didn't do any hand gestures, not even a trace of true energy fluctuation!"
Someone with sharp eyes shouted, "It's not a technique, it's a burning talisman!"
"Burning Talisman?! Is it really a burning talisman?!"
Yin Bi felt relieved.
He knew that Duan Chongxuan had a burning talisman. On their way here, Duan Hualao also used a burning talisman to clean the cave, which was very useful without ash or smoke.
He was shocked at first, even though the fire was not that big.
In the "Age of All Saints", practitioners used talismans as often as they meditated. At that time, the power of a talisman was enough to split mountains and rocks. But a million years later, in the "Ending Age", the method of making talismans was lost. Today, practitioners who are proficient in talisman arrays can only carve runes on weapons at most, and are far from being able to condense a huge force on a thin piece of talisman paper.
In the black market, a talisman brought out from ancient ruins would occasionally appear while its power was still there, and it would be immediately sold for a fortune.
So even if they saw it with their own eyes, many people still didn't want to believe that it was really a burning talisman.
Li Lin took out a black shield from his 'Qian Kun Sleeve' and dissipated the fire. Cracks immediately appeared on the black shield. Without hesitation, he slashed with his sword again! A phantom of the Bagua formation appeared in the golden light! It pressed straight towards Duan Chongxuan! ! The crowd exclaimed, "Baopu Bagua Sword!"
The elder of Baopu Sect smiled slightly.
He recognized it as a burning talisman, but so what? To use precious talisman paper in the first round of the duel, this person is either incompetent or stupid. No matter which one it is, it is not a big deal. Could he take out a second or third talisman? Then his smile froze.
Because a slightly yellowed talisman paper appeared between Duan Chongxuan's fingers, waving in the cool summer breeze.
The fire is on again! It's rising!
Li Lin's sword force was instantly engulfed by flames!
This time Duan Chongxuan slowed down his movements, enough for everyone to see clearly. The audience immediately went wild.
"It's really the Burning Talisman! He has two Burning Talismans!"
"God bless you! This thing must be so expensive!"
"Three thousand gold, eight hundred spirit stones, seventy hu of East China Sea mermaid pearls, a large manor with a good feng shui..." Li Lin stared in disbelief. He also had a talisman, which was a backup given to him by his father. But who would have thought that this man would use two of them in a blink of an eye as soon as he came on stage. The raging fire is imminent!
He threw out a big clock without hesitation! ?
"Dusk Crow and Dusk Bell... Tsk, what a good thing..."
However, with the burning talisman in place first, this rare defensive magic weapon did not cause much sensation.
Li Lin felt pain in his heart, but more of it was anger! His wealth and many magical instruments were originally his greatest advantage.
But he didn't believe that Duan Chongxuan would have another talisman! When this man's talisman paper ran out, he would be cut down by his sword!
The golden light of the sword reflected in his scarlet eyes, and he was already losing his composure.
So the above scenario repeated itself.
Whenever Li Lin's sword came at him, Duan Chongxuan would casually throw out a talisman to neutralize the sword's force and consume another magic weapon of the opponent.
The people in the audience were so shocked that they were speechless.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain and the female practitioners of Lianjian Sect forgot to laugh and talk, and even the disciples of Baopu Sect forgot to curse.
In the distance, the people of Yecheng looked at the huge fire rising into the sky and cheered louder and louder.
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect who was half a step away from becoming a great master began to concentrate and calculate, and suddenly his face turned pale!
The fights in the other three arenas had stopped at some point, and no one spoke up to remind them.
On and off the stage, everyone was watching the burning talismans one after another, as if there were an endless supply of them!
Fiery flames ignited out of nowhere again and again!
Li Lin, facing the fire, became more and more angry!
Flames came towards him and Li Lin retreated quickly with his sword!
However, it was too late, the flames rolled up along the tip of the sword!
His true energy was rapidly consumed by the sword power, and his magic weapon was constantly damaged by the burning talisman.
But he has lost his mind!
It was not until a water curtain appeared in front of him that he realized that it was the water talisman he had just thrown out.
The backup plan his father left him. The last magic weapon he had.
When he looked up, he saw Duan Chongxuan waving a folding fan and smiling slightly.
Just like being poured with cold water, he realized belatedly that every inch of his meridians felt as if they were burned by fire. That was because he had been using up all his energy from the continuous sword strikes, and any more would damage his tendons, veins, and bones.
Then the fire started again and Li Lin was burned and fell off the ring.
The angry Baopu Sect disciples also reacted and shouted,
"Going on stage to fight! Just relying on talisman paper! How shameless! How disgraceful!"
If they were the ones who used magic weapons to suppress others, then the situation at this time was definitely showing off how profound their sect was. However, when this method was used on themselves, they felt extremely aggrieved.
Duan Chongxuan smiled lightly.
The tall elm tree beside the stage rustled in the breeze, casting tiny shadows on him.
It was as if there had never been a fight here, nor any golden light or blazing fire. There was only a handsome young man, whose smile was like the breeze and the bright moon in one's arms.
He smiled and asked, "How can such a person be worthy of my efforts?"
Before the disciples of Cangya Mountain could cheer, cheers broke out from the Lianjian Sect first!
“Senior Brother Duan! Senior Brother Duan!!”
"Brother Duan, look over here!!"
"Is Senior Brother Duan married?!"
This time, the elders of Lianjian stared with their eyes wide open, but were unable to suppress the madness.
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Many years later, Duan Chongxuan became a big man.
This playful duel was also recorded in history books, with the words "unconventional" used to describe it.
But nowadays, there are no such euphemistic and implicitly complimentary words. When people at the foot of Chongming Mountain or in the streets of Yecheng mention this fight, most of them will say "incredible", "is it true", and... "too rich".
Duan Chongxuan…created a new fighting style for the Zhehua Club.
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