"It's really hard to say who will win between Feng Heyun and Ye Huai."
"Speaking of which, these two are both Shen Sangruo's senior brothers."
"They're all sword cultivators, wow, whoever loses will be embarrassed."
"Now I understand why Lingxiao Zhenren and Changli Xianjun fought so fiercely in the previous elders' competition..."
What they bear is the dignity of being teachers.
Some people, enjoying the spectacle, shouted, "Let's fight! Let's fight! It'll be exciting! I love watching this!"
After Ye Huai walked towards the competition platform, Wuwei Daoren sneakily approached Shen Sangruo's side.
She was startled by the sudden appearance of the Taoist Wuwei. "Sect Master, what brings you here?"
“That girl Sang, why don’t you…” The Taoist Master Wuwei’s expression was strange.
Under her questioning gaze, the Taoist Master Wuwei uttered a truly astonishing statement: "Why don't you acknowledge me as your godfather?"
Chen Sangruo: ? ? ?
Fortunately, she hadn't drunk any water, otherwise she would have sprayed Wuwei Daoist's face with water.
"Sect Master, what triggered you?" Shen Sanruo adjusted her facial expression.
"Isn't it because of your scumbag father from before?" Wuwei Daoren was referring to Shen Daochen.
Shen Sanruo had always referred to Shen Daochen as her Martial Uncle, and they only learned yesterday that he was actually her adoptive father.
"Look, your master and senior brothers and sisters have all matched up with those people from the Flying Cloud Sect. You recognize me as your godfather, which is a comprehensive comparison. It will infuriate them."
The old man, who had lived for thousands of years, spoke in such a childish way, leaving Shen Sangruo both amused and exasperated.
"No, it's unnecessary, and besides..."
"And what else?" asked the Taoist Master Wuwei.
"Don't you think we're more than a generation apart? You could be my ancestor."
Wuwei Daoren: ...
In the end, the brilliant idea that the Taoist Master Wuwei had been thinking about all night had to be abandoned.
On the other side, Ye Huai and Feng Heyun had already arrived at the competition stage.
Ye Huai remained calm, while Feng Heyun seemed to be holding his breath.
Looking at Ye Huai, Feng Heyun felt as if endless anger was rising in his heart.
But then, for some unknown reason, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Don't think you can stay smug forever. Sooner or later, Shen Sangruo will return to the Flying Cloud Sect."
"You are nothing more than tools she uses to provoke us when she has a fight with us!"
"I am the only senior brother to her. Who do you think you are?"
Feng Heyun practically squeezed out the last sentence through gritted teeth.
"Really? From the beginning until now, has she even glanced at you once?" Ye Huai retorted sarcastically.
One sentence instantly enraged Feng Heyun: "She's just still confused. Let me tell you, she will never sever ties with the Flying Cloud Sect!"
As he spoke, Feng Heyun drew his sword, his gaze fierce, and the Flowing Cloud Sword, aimed at Ye Huai, gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
Ye Huai's eyes flickered, and the Nether Shadow Sword flew out of its sheath, landing steadily in his hand, and he instantly met the attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen blows, so fast that only their afterimages and the sword shadows that flashed like streaks of light on the dueling platform could be seen.
"If you want to snatch someone from our Flying Cloud Sect, first consider the strength of your Ninghua Sect! You're like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river, barely able to save yourself, how can you possibly protect her?"
Feng Heyun soared into the sky, and the Flowing Cloud Sword slashed down at Ye Huai. The sword energy flowed continuously, emitting a buzzing sound, which showed the power contained in this sword.
"No matter what happens to Ninghua Sect, at least they have never been harmed by us." A cold glint flashed in Ye Huai's eyes as he held the Nether Shadow Sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the attack of the Flowing Cloud Sword.
Then, with a swift and forceful twist of his wrist, he managed to deflect the Flowing Cloud Sword and immediately thrust it forward!
The offensive was reversed in an instant!
"And how did you treat her? You almost killed her, how dare you say such things?" Ye Huai's voice was tinged with anger.
Feng Heyun's expression changed, and he retreated step by step, holding the Flowing Cloud Sword upright in front of his chest, the blade barely blocking the tip of the Nether Shadow Sword.
The impact of the two swords colliding made his tiger's mouth ache!
"You have absolutely no right to appear before her!" Ye Huai's deep voice was icy cold. "And you have even less right to let her go back!"
His moves became even more ferocious, each strike imbued with a bloodthirsty killing intent.
Ye Huai's relentless attacks and sharp words left Feng Heyun barely able to breathe.
His eyes were now bloodshot, and he roared furiously, "You're talking nonsense!"
"Who do you think you are?! What right do you have to judge the matter between us and her?!"
Unbridled rage caused Feng Heyun's aura to erupt suddenly, allowing him to withstand Ye Huai's attack and even gain the upper hand.
Each sword strike seemed to unleash all his rage.
Who knows how jealous he was every time he heard "Ninghua Sect's Shen Sangruo" mentioned in the spiritual broadcast? He was so jealous that he was almost going crazy!
Faced with Feng Heyun's sudden outburst, Ye Huai remained calm and composed, responding to each of her moves with composure, and refused to back down, declaring, "Because I am her senior brother now!"
"I will not let those who bullied her get away with it!"
Provoked once again by the address of "Senior Brother," Feng Heyun roared, "You think I'll let you go?! Come on!"
"Are you deliberately keeping a straight face all day to appear calm and composed, like the senior brother?!"
He'd wanted to stab that damned ice-faced guy right through with his sword for ages!
Both players on the field were filled with intense hostility and hostility, and the fight was fierce and evenly matched.
Just like the previous Immortal Lord Changli and True Man Lingxiao!
They said, "Let's see, today's competition will be very exciting!"
"This Flying Cloud Sect is really strange. They were the ones who drove Shen Sangri out of the Flying Cloud Sect, so why are they acting like they won't allow anyone to take her away?"
Moreover, judging from those people's descriptions, they and Shen Sangruo should have been irreconcilable enemies long ago.
"Maybe they're just jealous of how strong others have become and want to recruit them back."
"Let's not talk about anything else. After all, Sect Master Shen is her father. Even if there is no blood relation, he has raised her for so many years. Severing ties with relatives is not the same as severing affection."
They don't believe that so many years of relationship can just disappear like that.
Inside the Flying Cloud Sect's preparation area, everyone's attention was focused on the two players on the field.
Especially Shen Daochen and the few people from Zhenlin Peak.
"Senior Brother, you must win! You absolutely cannot lose to those people!" Luo Chu clenched his hands tightly.
Their master has already surpassed Immortal Lord Changli, and Feng Heyun cannot let them, his senior brothers, lose face!
We must let Shen Sangruo know that the people around her now are no match for them!
What Luo Chu didn't know was that Lingxiao Zhenren was only outwardly glamorous; inwardly, he had been severely injured by Changli Xianjun.
This competition is not only about their dignity, but also about the glory of the entire Flying Cloud Sect.
If Ye Huai wins, their points advantage over Ninghua Sect will be tied!
Therefore, everyone in the Flying Cloud Sect placed high hopes on Feng Heyun.
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