Zhang Hanxiao, the first person to go on a mission in Qingyun Sect, is naturally very capable.

Although he likes to gamble and whore, he is indeed gifted. He is less than 30 years old, but his realm has entered the middle stage of foundation building.

In Chixiao Peak, he is only slightly younger than Mu Baishuang and Li Qingran, and his realm is not as high as Lu Changtian and others, but he has always been superior to Li Qingran. When he was still in Chixiao Peak, Li Qingran was often called by Zhang Hanxiao to be a sandbag, but he was never Zhang Hanxiao's opponent.

The sword techniques practiced by both of them are the unique sword techniques of Chixiao Peak - the Small Wuxiang Sword.

Zhang Hanxiao's swordsmanship has been practiced to perfection. Li Qingran has been in Chixiao Peak for a relatively short time. In addition, Taoist Qingxuan always stays in seclusion when he has nothing to do, so he is not a particularly responsible master. She does not seem to have much talent in swordsmanship, so her progress has been very slow. It took her three years to achieve a small success.

Facing Zhang Hanxiao, whose swordsmanship and internal energy were completely the same and who was superior in every aspect, Li Qingran did not feel a bit of pressure.

But her hand was firmly on the hilt.

Holding a plain sword.

"Li Qingran, I heard from Senior Brother that you managed to cultivate your Qi despite having a damaged field? You are so determined. How great it would have been if you had worked so hard when you were still in Chixiao Peak? But you were fooling around all day back then. It's too late to think about working hard now."

Zhang Han drew out his flying sword subconsciously, but reached out his hand and touched nothing.

Only then did he remember that he had already given the flying sword he usually used to Mu Baishuang.

Now he only has a low-grade magic weapon, and he would feel that it is a blunt and broken flying sword when he takes it out to cut vegetables.

He pursed his lips and took out the sword. This broken flying sword was enough to deal with Li Qingran.

"Li Qingran, I'm in the middle stage of foundation building. If I fight you now, even if I win, it will be an unfair victory. So, I will suppress my cultivation and focus on Qi training to be as perfect as you." Zhang Han pointed his sword at Li Qingran and raised his chin arrogantly.

Taoist Qingxuan, who was not far away, couldn't help but twitch his lips, and his face became even gloomier.

Zhang Hanxiao, this idiot!

Li Qingran's body is damaged and he has no spiritual roots. Even if he suppresses his Qi training to perfection, isn't it still an unfair victory? At least suppressing Qi training to the sixth level is fair on the surface.

How did he manage to accept such an embarrassing idiot into Chixiao Peak?

Wu Duantian knew Taoist Qingxuan well, and this elder cared most about his reputation. At this moment, he saw that Taoist Qingxuan's face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he estimated that after today's matter was over, Zhang Hanxiao would probably go to Siguo Cliff to face the wall for half a year.

Faced with Zhang Hanxiao's verbal provocation, Li Qingran did not respond.

Her sword was unsheathed, the sword light was as fast as lightning, and her body was as fast as a phoenix, rushing towards Zhang Hanxiao at an extremely fast speed.

"Junior sister, your first move 'Shock on the Branches' is not yet ready!" Zhang Han laughed, leaped up, and chopped down with a sword in mid-air. Three sword shadows appeared in the air and gathered towards Li Qingran. The first one to come out was the vicious killing move of the Small Wuxiang Sword - Solitary Shadow.

Li Qingran looked at the three sword shadows that were changing from real to virtual. She had been defeated by this sword move countless times before, but today it didn't seem so difficult. Even though Zhang Hanxiao suppressed his realm, his swordsmanship was still powerful, but in her eyes it became much slower.

Why……

Is it because of the excellent field?

Doubt quickly turned to certainty.

The best field is extremely rare. Even in ancient times, it was sought after by everyone. How could it not be special?

As his thoughts raced, Li Qingran caught sight of Zhang Hanxiao's real figure, and the two swords collided with a clanging sound.

The smug look on Zhang Hanxiao's face froze. He knew Li Qingran's weaknesses, so he started with a killing move that was always effective.

Unfortunately, his killing move failed.

A broken sword lay on the ground.

He lowered his head and saw that only half of the sword was left in his hand.

A low-grade magical weapon was broken with just one strike?

Zhang Han looked at Li Qingran in disbelief a few steps away. She stood with a sword in her hand. The flying sword in her hand was emitting a hint of coldness. The blade was like the dark night, the hilt was as white as the moon, and the red tassel was swaying in the wind. This sword was definitely not Li Qingran's!

"The grade of that sword is not low." Sect Leader Wu Duantian narrowed his eyes. "If I am not mistaken, this sword is at least a top-grade magic weapon. The blade is as cold as a waterfall. Even among the top-grade magic weapons, it is the best one. If it continues to be nurtured, it will easily produce a trace of spiritual intelligence. Then it will become a spiritual weapon."

Taoist Qingxuan had a gloomy face, his fingers stroking the hilt of the sword, his teeth gnashing, and he wished he could rush up and kill Zhang Hanxiao with one blow of his sword.

Before, he felt that Zhang Hanxiao's victory was not fair and was embarrassing. Now, he felt embarrassed looking at the broken sword in Zhang Hanxiao's hand. What if Zhang Hanxiao couldn't beat Li Qingran? Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing? Don't talk about whether it's a magic weapon or not. Weapons are part of a cultivator's strength.

But this sword is definitely over the top.

For them at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, this kind of quasi-spiritual weapon is considered normal.

But for cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even the Gold Stage, this kind of quasi-spiritual weapon of the highest quality is a treasure.

Giving such a top-grade magical weapon to a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage?

What is the relationship between the mysterious man and Li Qingran, and why did he help so much? Or is it that to this person, a mere top-grade magic sword is nothing, so he just gave it away without worrying about whether it was a waste of resources.

Taoist Qingxuan was in chaos, and the battle situation in the square in front of the palace had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Without his weapon, Zhang Hanxiao didn't dare to confront Li Qingran head-on.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. The advantage of the flying sword made up for Li Qingran's shortcomings in sword moves. Zhang Han tried his best to consume all the spiritual energy in Li Qingran's body, but the longer he delayed, the faster his spiritual energy was exhausted and he fell into inferiority.

"How can it be? If it was placed in front of you, her spiritual energy would have been used up long ago!"

Looking at Li Qingran, who was full of energy and didn't show any sign of fatigue at all, Zhang Han's heart was shaken, which distracted him for a moment.

It is taboo to lose focus during a fight.

Li Qingran did not miss this opportunity. He changed his sword moves and his conservative attack suddenly became fierce.

Her clothes fluttered like a butterfly.

The ninth style of the Small Wuxiang Sword - Dancing Tree Shadows.

She shook her wrist, and the sword seemed to dissolve into dense spots of light left by sunlight shining through leaves, and it seemed to split into countless fragments, each of which pointed directly at harm.

Li Qingran thoroughly felt his own difference.

Dancing Tree Shadows is the most difficult move in the Xiao Wuxiang Sword Technique. She had never been able to perform it easily before, but today it went exceptionally smoothly.

The best 뀑 field not only improves her aura purity and aura reserve.

It also improved her understanding!

Thinking of this, Li Qingran's eyes became slightly hot.

You can imagine how precious that medicine is.

But the senior gave her the medicine just to help her recover...

Maybe the god was useful to himself, but he still used it on her.

"Senior, Qingran will not let you down!"

"Li Qingran, don't push your luck!" Zhang Hanshao dodged fiercely, his anger already accumulating to its peak.

He no longer suppressed his cultivation, formed seals with his hands, and his realm returned to the middle stage of foundation building.

And Li Qingran's sword was broken!

The sword flashes like a shadow, and the sky is filled with broken gold.

With a scream.

Zhang Hanxiao's body flew backwards, covered in dust. His chest and limbs were covered with dense sword wounds, and blood gushed out of them.

Three steps away,

Li Qingran sheathed his sword and stood with his head held high.

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