At noon the next day, the sword training ground was full of people. The news that Yi Xichen was going to compete with Wang Qingqiao, who represented the Sword Training Pavilion and the Medicine Pavilion, had already spread throughout the Tianjian Sect. This matter also involved the interests of the four major pavilions, so almost all the disciples came to watch the competition.
Before Yi Xichen arrived, the disciples around the area had already started discussing.
"How could the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion possibly defeat the disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion!"
"But I heard that it was Yi Xichen who took the initiative to challenge us. If he didn't have confidence, how could he dare to take on this important task? If he loses, hundreds of people in the Medicine Pavilion and the Sword Repairing Pavilion will hate him to death!"
"But...but I just can't figure out how Yi Xichen won? On what basis did he win? If it was the eldest grandson Jun with a natural spiritual root, he would have a chance of winning."
"The last time I went to the Lost Valley to hunt monsters, I did meet Yi Xichen. He has many tricks and methods. Maybe he really has a way."
"But I heard that the headmaster issued an order yesterday that only swords are allowed in the competition, and all other magic techniques are considered unorthodox and cannot be used."
"What?" Now even the disciples of the Sword Guarding Pavilion cried out for him, "This is too unfair. The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion are only allowed to use swords... Although I don't want to say it, the master is too partial to the Sword Refining Pavilion. I don't know when he will make another rule that during the competition, we are not allowed to defend but only attack. Then we don't have to participate in the competition. All twenty people can be selected from the Sword Refining Pavilion!"
"Hey... look, Yi Xichen is here!"
Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun appeared behind the crowd, and everyone immediately made way for them. As soon as the two appeared, everyone felt a chilling sword energy, and many people couldn't help but shudder.
"This... is this the sword energy of the eldest grandson Jun?" Someone was incredulous, "As expected of a natural spiritual root, this sword energy is too strong!"
Yi Xichen's face was unusually rosy, his eyes were as bright as gems, and he looked full of energy, but if someone carefully observed him, they would find that he was abnormally excited. Last night's experiment was successful, and Yi Xichen's potential was stimulated. He was overdrawing his own strength. The trouble was that he didn't know how to restrain his sword energy, so his eldest grandson Jun had to stay near him as a decoy.
Wang Qingqiao had been waiting at the sword-practicing ground for a long time, and soon, Jade Immortal and the elders also arrived. When they arrived, they naturally noticed a very clear sword aura among the disciples, and looked at each other with strange expressions.
Qiu Jian said: "Last night in the back mountain..."
Yuying Zhenren raised her hand to stop him from speaking: "You don't need to say more about this matter."
Qiu Jian looked embarrassed, but since the master said so, he had no choice but to swallow his words.
Yao Budu looked at his two disciples, his face as black as charcoal. No one noticed, he tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and then loosened it powerlessly after a long time.
When the timer in Shennong Temple turned to noon, Wang Qingqiao jumped onto the sword-practicing platform. The eldest grandson, Zijun, gently pinched the back of Yi Xichen's neck and whispered, "Go ahead, I'll stand here."
Yi Xichen nodded, holding his sword and jumped onto the stage.
Wang Qingqiao looked at Yi Xichen in surprise. Yi Xichen had specially bought one more day yesterday, naturally in order to practice again and make full preparations. He didn't take it seriously. - Cultivation is not a one-day job, even if Yi Xichen was given another year, he would not be afraid. But just one night later, the sword energy on the other side was so strong. Was it Yi Xichen's? Or his eldest grandson Zijun's? He couldn't tell.
For sword cultivators, it is rare to reach the stage of a decisive battle. Demon cultivators and monster cultivators are cunning and treacherous, with many tricks. Who wins and who loses is definitely not as simple as the level of cultivation. But sword cultivators have always been upright. When two people meet, once the sword energy is released, who is stronger and who is weaker is obvious, and there is no need to fight further. In the Tianjian Sect, the reason why sword competitions can be held is because the cultivation levels of young disciples are not far apart, so they can still fight.
But now, Wang Qingqiao knew very well that the sword energy on the other side was not something he could fight against by risking everything. Yi Xichen's? Chang Sun Zijun's? No, it couldn't be Yi Xichen's. He was just a fake spiritual root. People with fake spiritual roots were not qualified to be sword cultivators! He asked Chang Sun Zijun to help him so that he could shock him with the sword energy!
Wang Qingqiao forced himself to steady his slightly shaking wrist. It wasn't that he was timid, but the sword energy had the power to frighten the enemy. When a weak person meets a strong person, he instinctively wants to retreat.
"Please give me some advice, Senior Brother."
"please."
After the two greeted each other, the match officially began. However, no one on the stage moved. Wang Qingqiao was waiting for Yi Xichen to attack, but Yi Xichen did not intend to attack first.
After a moment, Wang Qingqiao lost his temper first. He shouted loudly and pointed the sword directly at Yi Xichen!
Under the pressure of the powerful sword energy, Wang Qingqiao was very nervous at the beginning. He used his ultimate move as soon as he attacked. Nine sword lights stabbed towards Yi Xichen, and Yi Xichen quickly retreated!
The opponent's sword energy passed by his face, cutting off a few strands of his hair. Yi Xichen concentrated. This was his first time competing with a disciple of the Sword Refining Pavilion other than Lu Ziyao. Just this one move showed that although Wang Qingqiao ranked fifth, he was definitely not an ordinary person. Those who could enter the Sword Refining Pavilion were already the proud sons of heaven, and those who ranked in the top five, not to mention that they would become great in the future, at least it would be easy for them to reach the Golden Core cultivation level.
This sword strike made Yi Xichen immediately understand Wang Qingqiao's ability, and at the same time, he also understood that Wang Qingqiao was not his opponent. At this moment, he was full of sword energy, and he only needed one move to chop Wang Qingqiao off the stage, but he couldn't do that - after all, he represented the fifth of Yaoge. If he used all his strength, he could easily win, but it would inevitably cause people to question his identity as the fifth. This competition was fundamentally untenable.
So Wang Qingqiao attacked repeatedly, but Yi Xichen just dodged and was not in a hurry to draw his sword.
Wang Qingqiao's sword became more and more fierce, and the sword light almost enveloped the entire sword training ground. The disciples watching the fight retreated one after another, fearing that they would be hurt by the sword energy. The sword skills of the Sword Refining Pavilion were originally about showing the sharp edge and defeating the enemy in the fastest and shortest time. But they also had a fatal weakness, which was that they could not fight for a long time. Once the sharp edge was exhausted, the sword energy would be frustrated, and their plan would fail.
Amid the sky full of sword lights and shadows, the disciples outside the field had a hard time seeing the battle situation on the field. They could only hear Yi Xichen's screams.
“Help!”
"Brother Wang, please show mercy!"
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much!"
The disciples of the Refining Sword Pavilion all showed smug smiles, the disciples of the Repairing Sword Pavilion were frustrated and anxious, and the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion were already discouraged.
However, the most anxious person was Wang Qingqiao on the field. People outside didn't know, but he, who was in the center of the battle, knew best that his sword didn't hurt Yi Xichen at all. Yi Xichen was avoiding. But the sword energy that could penetrate the copper wall and iron wall could not be avoided by dodging. Once his sword energy approached Yi Xichen, it would be suppressed. This could only mean that Yi Xichen's cultivation was higher than his!
But, how is this possible? !
Yi Xichen moved among the sword shadows with ease, shouting at the top of his voice: "Humph! Ha! Hey! Hoo! Brother, look at the sword!"
Originally, Wang Qingqiao had almost reached the point where he had brought out all his might, but Yi Xichen's attitude made him feel humiliated, and his sword energy surged once again, using a move of Angry Dragon to summon thousands of sword energies to smash towards Yi Xichen!
Yi Xichen was also helpless. It was not difficult to defeat an opponent who was weaker than oneself, but it was difficult to pretend to win.
If the disciples watching around were still unclear about what was happening, the headmaster and several elders standing on the flying swords knew everything about what was happening on the sword training ground. After all, they were all real people, and Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson Zijun's tricks could not deceive them at all. As early as when Yi Xichen appeared, they already knew where the powerful sword energy came from.
"Elder Yao?" Qiu Jian was extremely shocked. "What happened to your disciple?"
The medicine is not poisonous and he has a dark face and says nothing.
“Seizing someone’s mind!” Lin Zhen shook his head in disbelief. “But isn’t Yi Xichen a person with fake spiritual roots? How could he be seduced by someone?!”
Even the elder Wan Jin of Xiujian Pavilion couldn't help but say, "What a joke. Children of this age, one can win the hearts of others, and the other can be won by others. Elder Yao, what kind of people are your disciples? They are simply not human beings!"
The medicine is not poisonous and remains silent.
Immortal Yuying frowned and watched the battle below attentively.
Wang Qingqiao was going to lose. All the elders could see that Wang Qingqiao was at the end of his rope. There was no suspense in this duel from the beginning.
Now is not the time to investigate what kind of physique Yi Xichen has. If Wang Qingqiao loses, the show of the Sword Refining Pavilion and the Sword Guarding Pavilion will be in vain. If they cannot get more quotas, they will have to give up the original quota evenly to the Medicine Pavilion and the Sword Repairing Pavilion. Qiu Jian, as the elder of the Sword Refining Pavilion, is quite proud. Although his brows are already knotted, he endured and said nothing. But Elder Lin Zhen of the Sword Guarding Pavilion was the first to get anxious: "Master, we clearly said yesterday that no unorthodox magic can be used. This Yi Xichen..."
Wan Jin said hurriedly, "How can this be considered an unorthodox technique! You said it was a duel, so now it's an open duel! Yi Xichen didn't use any tricks on the field, did he? You don't allow him to use tricks, so do you want to restrict him from getting the will of others? I'm just being honest, is it fair to let a disciple from the Medicine Pavilion duel with a disciple from the Sword Refining Pavilion? If we meet an enemy outside, can we set many rules with him?!"
Lin Zhen was speechless.
On the sword-practicing field, Wang Qingqiao finally overdrawn his limits. The light and shadow of the sword gradually faded, and his figure became slower and slower.
The disciples watching from the ground finally got a clear view of the battle. They saw Yi Xichen's hair was messy (he tore it himself), his clothes were disheveled (he tore them himself), he was sweating (from the heat), he was kneeling on one knee with his sword, panting (pretending), what else could he look like if he wasn't gritting his teeth after a fierce battle? !
No one expected that Yi Xichen could persist for so long. There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by thunderous applause!
"Senior Brother Wang." Yi Xichen's eyes were red and filled with tears. "I will fight for Xiujian Pavilion and Yao Pavilion. Even if it costs my life, I will fight to the end - I! Will never lose to you!" After saying that, he used all his strength to stand up!
The applause from the audience was once again resounding! In addition to the hundreds of disciples from the Medicine Pavilion and the Sword Repairing Pavilion, many disciples from the Sword Refining Pavilion and the Sword Guarding Pavilion could not help but be moved by Yi Xichen's tenacity and applauded!
"Yi Xichen! Yi Xichen! Yi Xichen!" The cheers shook the entire mountain like a tidal wave!
Wang Qingqiao, who was truly exhausted and about to lose the game, felt like his whole family was fucked by Teddy.
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