In the end, Wang Qingqiao was chopped down by Yi Xichen and fell off the sword training ground.
The winner has been decided. This shouldn't have been a tough battle, but it turned out to be a tough one.
Lu Ziyao helped the weak Wang Qingqiao up and said, "Junior brother, are you okay?"
Xiao Kui squeezed over, his face frighteningly ugly: "Wang Qingqiao! How is it possible that you can't even beat Yi Xichen?! Did you intend to give in, or did Yi Xichen use a trick?!"
When Wang Qingqiao was fighting with swords just now, he was fully engaged in it. Apart from being surprised that Yi Xichen could have such a strong sword energy, he didn't think much about it. But at this moment, he suddenly woke up after being scolded by Xiao Kui. He represented the Sword Refining Pavilion to fight, but lost to Yi Xichen from the Medicine Pavilion and lost all his face.
Wang Qingqiao struggled to push Lu Ziyao away, and looked up at Yuying Zhenren and the four elders: "Master! Sect Leader!"
Of course, he was not satisfied with this result. But he knew in his heart that Yi Xichen had not cheated and had even been letting him win. So even though he was dissatisfied, he didn't know where to start.
"Master!" Xiao Kui said anxiously, "Yi Xichen asked his eldest grandson Zijun to use his sword energy to assist him, disturbing Junior Brother Wang. This battle cannot count!"
Lu Ziyao scolded in a low voice: "Xiao Kui, stop talking nonsense. How long are you going to embarrass yourself?"
Even Wang Qingqiao shook his head. Xiao Kui was so anxious that he was confused. This was indeed nonsense. The sword energy of Changsun Zijun shocked everyone. Yi Xichen was also a sword cultivator. Even if he had a good personal relationship with Changsun Zijun, he could not be exempted, not to mention that he was standing closer to Changsun Zijun. External interference would not affect the sword competition between sword cultivators. Moreover, Wang Qingqiao knew that the sword energy was actually from Yi Xichen, not Changsun Zijun!
But Wang Qingqiao finally remembered what he was dissatisfied with. He did lose to Yi Xichen, so he had to admit it. But Yi Xichen claimed that he was the fifth in the Medicine Pavilion and that was why he would fight him. This was impossible!
Wang Qingqiao said anxiously: "Their medicine pavilion..."
"That's enough!" said Master Yuying. "The winner has been decided. The sword competition will officially begin tomorrow. The list of twenty people will remain the same. The draw will be held in Shennong Temple in an hour. As for other matters, I will discuss them with the elders. You can go back and practice."
Wang Qingqiao was stunned. He didn't believe that the headmaster didn't see the strangeness of today, but the headmaster didn't point it out. Master Yuying was a man who would stick to his word once he made a decision. There was no turning back. Even the elders had different expressions. In the end, they didn't say anything in front of the disciples.
Yi Xichen left the sword-practicing area and walked to his eldest grandson, Zijun, who supported him without making a sound. Almost instantly, Yi Xichen's sword energy weakened.
Although the draw was about to begin, they still quickly left the crowd. Once they were alone, Yi Xichen spat out a mouthful of blood!
The eldest grandson, Zijun, was startled and realized that Yi Xichen's internal energy was extremely chaotic. He quickly poured his own true energy into him to help him protect his tendons and veins.
"How are you?" The eldest grandson Zijun looked solemn. This was his first time using the mind-stealing method, and he thought it would not cause any serious consequences, but he did not expect that Yi Xichen would suffer a backlash. It seemed that the seal in Yi Xichen's body was far more powerful than he thought.
Yi Xichen waved his hands to indicate that he was fine. But he seemed unable to even walk.
The eldest grandson Zijun helped Yi Xichen sit down under the banyan tree. Yi Xichen lay down weakly and rested his head on his legs.
"Zijun."
"Um."
"I'm really not a fake spiritual root."
"You are not."
Yi Xichen closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
He was agitated and felt a tight pain in his chest. A mouthful of blood surged up his throat. Just as he was about to swallow it, his eldest grandson Zijun patted his chest gently, signaling him to just spit it out.
After a while, Yi Xichen spoke again.
"Do you know who killed my parents?"
At this point, he finally believed it. The obsession of the eldest grandson, Jun, was strange, but he did know something he shouldn't have known.
“I don’t know.”
Yi Xichen pinched the corner of his clothes tightly, and sighed weakly after a moment.
In the ten years of training at the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had never shown that he was driven by hatred. He certainly did not live for revenge. Becoming a strong man and avenging his parents was just one of the things he had to do in his life. No matter how many years he waited, that day would come.
"That was eight years later." Yi Xichen smiled calmly, "Zijun...is it too polite for me to say thank you?"
The eldest grandson, Zijun, pinched the back of his neck again: "Ah."
"But there is one thing I still have to say." He opened his eyes and moved his head to the lap of his eldest grandson Jun.
"Um?"
"Would you please stop holding that thing up against my head?"
“…”
An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Yi Xichen recovered some strength and stood up with the help of his eldest grandson Zijun. He prepared to return to Shennong Temple to draw lots to decide his opponent for tomorrow's competition.
Before they had taken a few steps, a man with a sword flew down from the sky and blocked their way.
The two of them saluted quickly: "Master."
When Yi Xichen saw Yao Budu's dark face, he felt a little scared. He took a step back with a wry smile and was about to hide behind his eldest grandson Zijun.
"Yi Xichen, didn't I warn you to be quiet!!!" Yao Budu roared with full force. His voice was like a loud bell, and even the sturdy banyan trees on the roadside trembled in fear. The eardrums of Zhang Sunzijun and Yi Xichen were almost broken by him.
"I am a very honest disciple." Yi Xichen lied shamelessly, "Yesterday, I was practicing with Zijun, and we didn't know what happened. We accidentally became like this. Isn't that right, Zijun?"
The eldest grandson Jun looked up at the sky, pretending to know nothing.
"Yi Xichen!!! The eldest grandson Jun!!!"
"Master, this is not good." Yi Xichen suddenly became serious.
Yao Budu was stunned, and immediately became furious. This shameless brat actually dared to teach his master a lesson? ! He was about to open his mouth to scold him, but Yi Xichen jumped out and pinched his shoulders: "Master, you are always so fierce. If your disciples were a little stupid, wouldn't they not be able to see that you care about them? This is not good!"
Yao Budu was stunned for a moment, and the anger in his heart was like a flood that had been opened, rushing thousands of miles away, and he couldn't stop it. He opened his mouth, and shook his head in annoyance: "You bastard..."
Yi Xichen massaged shoulders more frequently.
Yao Bu Du glared at his eldest grandson Zijun and said, "I thought you were a steady kid and could control him, but it turns out you just get used to him!"
"Humph," said the eldest grandson, Jun, "I'm not used to him, humph!"
The medicine is not poisonous: "...You didn't take the medicine?"
Yi Xichen hurriedly pulled Yao Budu over and said to him coquettishly: "Master~"
Yao Budu turned around and touched Yi Xichen's head. Yi Xichen was flattered and was about to lower his head obediently, but the next moment Yao Budu grabbed his ears and twisted them hard.
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
"I'm just afraid that one day even I won't be able to protect you."
Yi Xichen was only concerned with crying out in pain, when he suddenly heard such a serious sentence. He was in a trance and thought he had heard it wrongly. Is this what the medicine is not poisonous?
"I'll protect you." The eldest grandson Jun said calmly.
Yao Budu let go of Yi Xichen's ear and stared at his eldest grandson Zijun with a complicated look: "You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is! Do you really think you are capable? Who do you think you are?"
The eldest grandson Jun said seriously: "I am very good."
"Yohuh?"
“I’m just awesome.”
The eldest grandson, Jun, was a little depressed. He didn't understand why Yao Bujin didn't believe him. Did he have to say "Humph, I'm not that great" for others to believe him...
Whether the medicine was poisonous or not, he was amused by them. He pointed at this and that, and was just thinking about how to teach them a lesson when suddenly another person flew over with the Inner Sword. It was Lin Zhen, the elder of the Sword Guarding Pavilion.
Today, the Sword Guarding Pavilion and the Sword Refining Pavilion suffered a great loss. When Lin Zhen saw the few people, he fell down and said in a sinister tone: "Yi Xichen, I didn't expect you to be so talented."
"Get lost!" Yao Budu was full of dominance, like an old hen protecting her chicks, "My disciple, it's not your turn to speak!"
"Elder Yao, am I not praising your disciple? Haha."
"It's not your place to brag about these bastards!"
Lin Zhen rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him, and the sword flew away.
Look, isn’t this a great way of protecting one’s shortcomings?
Yao Budu had finally let out his anger, and couldn't muster up any more. He cursed them angrily, and seeing that he was about to delay the drawing of lots, he had no choice but to leave them alone.
Inside the Shennong Temple, the other eighteen disciples were already waiting. When they saw their eldest grandson Zijun and Yi Xichen walk in, they all had different looks on their faces, but since the head disciple, Jade Ying Zhenren, was sitting in the temple, no one dared to say anything.
The draw is decided by the wooden iris. There are ten wooden irises in the hall. After being driven by spiritual power, the ten wooden irises will first fly to the hands of ten disciples. Then these ten wooden irises will lead ten people to another ten people, and the two people who receive the same wooden iris will become opponents in tomorrow's competition.
Although there are five people in each chamber, the following matches have nothing to do with the origin of the disciples. In other words, any two people may be matched, no matter if they are from the same chamber or different chambers, no matter if they have a bad relationship or a close personal relationship. Next, the winners will compete with the winners, and the losers will compete with the losers, until all the rankings are determined. Each disciple must compete at least five times, and the victory or defeat of each game is very critical. If you lose a game in the early stage, the final ranking may be very different. The winner of every game will naturally be the final champion.
Even though he had won a match today, Yi Xichen was still a little nervous. With his current condition, he didn't know how well he would perform tomorrow. He could only pray that Mu Yu would match him with a weak opponent.
Soon, the wooden scorpion flew up and fell into the hands of ten disciples. Yi Xichen glanced at the situation on the field and breathed a sigh of relief. He, his eldest grandson Zijun, and Lu Ziyao all got the wooden scorpion. At least he would not fight with these two people in the first match tomorrow.
The wood perch took off again, and when it landed, all the opponents for the first match had been confirmed.
Yi Xichen looked at the unlucky guy who got the same wood perch as him, and a big smile appeared on his face. He walked up and patted the crying junior brother Sun Xiaoqian on the shoulder: "Junior brother, you are lucky. Remember to show mercy tomorrow."
Sun Xiaoqian's mouth clenched, and he was about to cry, but he still smiled in the end: "Well, Senior Brother Yi, I will work hard!" As a disciple of the Medicine Pavilion, he did not expect to get a high ranking. Being able to participate in the sword competition was already a special honor, and he could get a lot of spirit stones. Although the same disciples fought each other at the beginning, even if the person he drew was not Yi Xichen, he would lose anyway, so there was no difference.
Yi Xichen finally made up his mind. The backlash of the mind-stealing technique was quite severe. He couldn't risk it a second time for this little bit of magic material. From now on, it would all depend on his strength. He knew Sun Xiaoqian's strength, so winning this first match would not be a problem.
After determining his opponent, Yi Xichen started to care about Chang Sun Zijun. He was very confident in Chang Sun Zijun's ability. Even Lu Ziyao was not Chang Sun Zijun's opponent. It should not be difficult for Chang Sun Zijun to win the championship this year, no matter who he drew.
However, when he looked carefully, the smile on his face froze.
The rival that the eldest grandson Zijun gets is Yue Xiaorou, the iron-blooded junior sister of the Sword Refining Pavilion!
"Oh my god." Yi Xichen held his forehead with his hand, feeling a bit disappointed. The luck of the eldest grandson, Jun, was absolutely terrible. He actually picked the only female disciple among the twenty disciples!
He can't talk to women, and he definitely won't attack women - this is the biggest weakness of the eldest grandson Jun. What should he do in tomorrow's competition...
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