Cheng Tianyu is the youngest disciple of the sub-sage of Qinglu Sword Sect.
This time, because Zhong Shan was too famous, many people did not notice him. Every time he appeared, he would abide by the etiquette and stand behind Song Tang and Zhong Shan willingly.
But this does not mean that he is easy to defeat, and Duan Chongxuan did not feel relieved because of his opponent's young age.
On the contrary, he looked at Cheng Tianyu's performance in the previous round. At the age of sixteen, he was in the late stage of concentration and was already strong enough to break the norm.
In addition to his own diligence in practice and amazing talent, it must be said that the Qinglu Sword Sect is really good at teaching its disciples.
Although there was a Fengyu Sword that would eventually fight against this sect, Yin Biyue did not feel displeased at all. Instead, he felt some admiration for it.
Everyone knows that the disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect are the most hardworking in their training.
Yin Biyue didn't think that Chatterbox could easily defeat the other party without using talisman paper.
So he asked, "How confident are you that you can do it without any external aids?"
The chatterbox is very honest.
"Seventy percent."
"Seventy percent better than him?"
"He wins 70% of the time."
“…”
It sounds shameful, but that's the reality.
The chatterbox sighed, "I watched his last round of fighting. I really suspect that this kid has been practicing sword since he was in his mother's womb."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and shook his head, "He just used the time you spent listening to storytellers and visiting gambling houses to practice swordsmanship."
The chatterbox rubbed his nose and had to admit that he was right.
"I really regretted wasting so much time in the past. Now I can't even beat a kid."
Yin Bi could understand it better. He had guessed a long time ago that Hua Lao had an extraordinary background, most likely from a great family. If he had been spoiled and pampered since childhood, who would force him to train in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer?
After Zheng Wei came, Chatterbox seemed to wake up overnight and started working hard, and his progress was rapid.
However, how can half a month's diligence compare to Cheng Tianyu's more than ten years of hard work?
Fortunately, the chatterbox has now realized his shortcomings, which is a rare good thing for his future spiritual practice.
Yin Biyue felt that this battle might not be hopeless.
"When I was in the academy, I read some sword moves of Yuyi Jue. I will fight with you in the next few days. Please try to figure out how to break it."
The chatterbox's eyes lit up instantly, "That's great, Fourth Brother!"
Luo Mingchuan stood aside and said, "Don't use your true energy yet, just fight with sword moves. Let me see."
Duan Chongxuan knew that they were all worried about him, and he was touched, but he said no more and picked up the sword.
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Qinglu Sword Sect, Wutong Garden.
"Duan Chongxuan could easily produce twenty burning talismans, so his wealth must be just a drop in the bucket. I think in the last round, Xu Guang from Lianjian Sect also realized this and admitted defeat and stepped down."
Song Tang sat on a stone bench under the tree, while Zhong Shan and Cheng Tianyu stood beside him.
Song Tang looked at his junior fellow apprentice's still young face and sighed inwardly.
Many people think that being young is not a problem, but this is precisely the biggest problem.
He knew better than anyone that his junior fellow apprentice brother's foundation was not fully developed at his current age, and if he got seriously injured, it would easily damage his foundation.
If one's mind is unstable, he will be easily provoked and lose his composure when encountering a strong enemy.
Cheng Tianyu understood what his senior brother meant, so he remained silent.
He thought that this was the first time he disobeyed his senior brother since he joined the sect.
The boy's eyes were slightly red, but his tone was firm.
"No, I want to fight properly."
Zhong Shan next to him patted his shoulder.
Song Tang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Okay, then fight hard!"
He had just entered the barrier. Since this was his junior brother's own choice, he should respect him.
After all, the future path of cultivation still needs to be walked by myself.
Song Tang picked up the sword, "Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue were born in academies, read three thousand classics, and are familiar with the strengths of hundreds of schools. You have not yet understood the true meaning of the Feathered Sword Technique. I will fight you in three days."
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Duan Chongxuan's competition was the first among Yin Biyue and the other two.
On this day, they came to the foot of Chongming Mountain with the disciples of Cangya Mountain.
However, the girls from Yecheng and the female practitioners from Lianjian Sect arrived earlier than the two parties who were about to go on stage.
In the third round of the Flower Folding Club, there were only forty pairs left.
Not only are there no time limits or draw rules, but in order to make it easier for spectators, only two arenas are open each day.
Now it was daybreak and disciples from various sects had arrived one after another.
However, the morning mist had not yet dissipated and the bells had not yet rung, so it was not time for the show to start.
Yin Biyue noticed that Duan Chongxuan looked unhappy.
So he asked in a low voice, "Still can't win?"
Duan Chongxuan thought, the two senior brothers had spent so much time preparing for the competition these days, how could he admit that he couldn't beat them and let his senior brothers' efforts go to waste.
He denied it, "How is that possible!... Look at the teahouse that day, he was standing two steps higher than us, and he was actually blocked by Zhong Shan at the beginning. What does this mean? He might not even be as tall as my shoulder!"
Duan Chongxuan opened his folding fan and said, "I just feel that if I fight him, it will seem like I am bullying a child."
Luo Mingchuan was slightly stunned.
Yin Biyue's mouth twitched. He wanted to remind the chatterbox, but it was too late.
Cheng Tianyu ran over angrily, looking up at him and glaring, "Who are you calling a kid?"
Song Tang's voice came, "Junior brother."
Cheng Tianyu lowered his head and ran back unwillingly.
The elders on the east side of the stand had already taken their seats, and the deacon disciple of Qinglu Sword Sect shouted, "Duan Chongxuan of Cangya Mountain versus Cheng Tianyu of Qinglu Sword Sect—"
Song Tang patted Cheng Tianyu on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, just go ahead and fight."
Many people came to watch this battle.
Among the disciples of the sub-sage of Qinglu Sword Sect, Cheng Tianyu was not the first to practice the Feathered Sword Technique. Song Tang was ten years ahead of him.
But this time when he came down the mountain and entered the world, the Feiyu Sword was in his hand.
This is very telling. You can imagine how much hope the sub-sage had placed on him. He even thought that his future achievements would be better than Song Tang's.
The senior warriors wanted to see the Feathered Sword Technique, the Qinglu Sword Sect disciples came to cheer for their younger junior brother, and the female cultivators from Lianjian wanted to see Duan Chongxuan throwing talisman paper.
The two men walked onto the stage and greeted each other from a distance of more than ten feet.
Yin Biyue felt that they would probably have a verbal battle before officially starting the fight.
His hunch was correct.
"I don't care how many talismans you have, I won't admit defeat."
"I don't know how to use talisman paper." Duan Chongxuan said seriously, "I only have one question, have you performed the ceremony of crowning?"
The answer he got was the sound of the Feather Sword being unsheathed.
"Whatever the other party says is just to provoke you. Ignore it and just draw your sword."
Cheng Tianyu thought of what his senior brother said yesterday, and his expression became calm and solemn.
He held the sword and said, "Please."
Duan Chongxuan's expression also became serious.
"It's good to be able to anger the other person with words, but if you can't, then anger him with the force of the sword."
This is what Luo Mingchuan had said to him before.
So he put the folding fan into his wide sleeves and took out a sword, "Please."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped high into the air.
A beam of sword light flew over a distance of more than ten feet, accompanied by a high-pitched sword whistle that pierced the air, and went straight to Cheng Tianyu's face.
It was fast and swift, yet without any sharp edge, just like a feather falling from the sky.
There is murderous intent hidden in the lightness!
There were cries of disbelief from the audience, "Feathered Sword Technique?!"
"How can he have such a sword?"
No one could have imagined that Duan Chongxuan's first move would be his opponent's best sword move.
Cheng Tianyu looked a little stern, but not surprised.
Without waiting for Feiyu to fall, he jumped up with the sword in his hand, and formed a circular barrier with the tip of the sword as the center.
In mid-air, the two swords met tragically, and the clear sound echoed throughout the area, shaking the air continuously!
The two true energy barriers collided and impacted each other, and the strong airflow blew away the morning mist, causing their robes to flutter.
"If the opponent uses the Feathered Sword first, don't panic. That's not the real Feathered Sword. It's a simplified version that Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue taught him. It only has the form but not the true meaning."
"Compete with him directly in a battle of true essence. Although he is at a similar level to you, the amount and density of his true essence is definitely not as good as yours!"
Cheng Tianyu held the sword steadily. He thought, Senior brother is really amazing. He guessed it a long time ago.
The two swords met and separated, then struck each other dozens of times in an instant.
The clear sounds are connected, like a violent storm!
Sparks flew out and landed on the ring, leaving many scratches.
Across the fighting arena of more than ten feet and the sea of people, Yin Biyue's gaze fell in the direction of Qinglu Sword Sect.
He knew that Song Tang and Zhong Shan had already thought of his and Luo Mingchuan's first plan, and taught Cheng Tianyu how to crack it.
The impact of the true energy continued, and the two swords were facing each other, equally matched.
The Feiyu Sword is as bright as an autumn lake and can reflect the sun and the moon. It was once the sword worn by a sub-sage in his youth, so it is naturally a magical weapon of the time.
But the sword in Duan Chongxuan's hand was pitch black, as if it had been burned by fire during forging, and it was dull and lifeless.
It was really unexpected that he could hold his own in this confrontation of true energy.
"I originally thought he was practicing spiritualism... I didn't expect he actually used a sword."
"What kind of sword is he holding?! How can it compete with Feiyu?!"
Many disciples in the audience could not recognize this sword.
But the elders in the stands looked solemn.
Someone in the City Lord's Mansion raised his eyebrows slightly, "Beacon fire?"
"In the end, you can't beat Cheng Tianyu in a battle of true energy, but you still have to compete with him, because for the next sword, you have to take the initiative and seize the opportunity!"
Duan Chongxuan remembered what his fourth senior brother said.
So when the two swords met again, his figure disappeared in mid-air.
The Feiyu Sword missed, and the surging true energy like a sea tide hit the stone platform, causing stone chips and dust to rise suddenly.
There was no human figure in the vast flying smoke.
“So fast!”
"Is it another step on the mountains and rivers?"
Cheng Tianyu's sword remained unchanged as he slashed forward without hesitation.
Wherever the sword passed, a dazzling golden light appeared, like thousands of flying feathers dancing wildly!
"'Treading on Mountains and Rivers' is definitely not a movement technique that can be learned overnight. If he uses it, it will also be a simplified version."
He believed that his senior brother would not be wrong, so the opponent must still be in the original position.
Duan Chongxuan appeared from where his sword was pointing, but the sword in his hand was already ready.
He lowered his wrist and held the sword horizontally, drawing a long straight line in the air.
The morning mist seemed to be drawn by the sword and gathered under it.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain shouted excitedly,
"The fog is rising from the sea!"
This sword is the starting move in Cangya's swordsmanship. It is the first move that every martial arts disciple practices when he or she first starts practicing.
Yin Biyue once said, "To seize the initiative, you must use your strongest sword before your opponent uses 'Hua Ge Fei Yu'."
Duan Chongxuan looked bitter, "I can't use the strongest sword now."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Then use the sword you have practiced the most."
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