Luocheng, one of the most prosperous cities in the world of cultivation.
The Tianxiang Tower, where one needs over a hundred spirit stones to stay for a day, had already been booked. Some wealthy cultivators might have been dissatisfied with this, but after seeing the logo of the Qingliu Sword Sect, they just bowed and left tactfully.
Suddenly, a roar of anger was heard from the elegant and exquisite room on the top floor.
"That's ridiculous!"
The gorgeous girl in a purple dress dropped the jade slip of communication with an unhappy look on her face.
The man in white sitting opposite her covered his lips and coughed a few times, an unhealthy blush on his pale face. He slowly asked in a soft voice, "I wonder what made Senior Sister Luo Yin unhappy?"
Liu Luoyin said angrily: "Just now Junior Brother Zhang sent a message saying that there was an extremely beautiful female disciple in the inner sect competition. Just by her face, she made more than ten people voluntarily admit defeat!"
The bodies of the monks have been tempered by spiritual power, so their appearance will not be bad, but if you say that showing your face can make the opponent surrender...
They are the most arrogant sword cultivators! They are not the Hehuan Sect who only care about looks!
She frowned and said, "If this matter gets out, won't it make others laugh at our Qingliu Sword Sect?"
Xie Mi'an curved the corners of his lips and said gently, "That's because you're not here. If what Junior Brother Zhang said is true, it's probably because that person used a magic weapon to confuse the mind."
Liu Luoyin was very pleased with these words.
In terms of status, she is the daughter of the head of the sect. In terms of talent, she has reached the peak of foundation building at the age of nineteen and is expected to form a pill within ten years. Only Xie Mi'an next to her is better than her.
No matter how glorious that female cultivator was, it was because their group of true disciples were not around, so there was no comparison.
She snorted: "Disciples nowadays don't practice sword skills well. They only know how to cheat and play tricks all day long! Even a genius like you, Junior Brother Xie, works so hard, but these stupid birds don't know how to fly first!"
Hearing this, Xie Mi'an on the opposite side covered his lips and started coughing again, and his breathing became a little disordered.
Liu Luoyin quickly handed him a magical pill and fed it to him, with a concerned look on his face: "Does your injury hurt again, Junior Brother Xie? How about we stay here for another half a month?"
Xie Mi'an frowned and reluctantly said, "It's okay, just take a break. We can't delay the competition."
A while ago, their group of inner disciples went to clear out the evil cultivators. Xie Mi'an was secretly injured by the other side when he went out alone and has not recovered yet.
In addition, this sword-fighting meeting was held two years in advance, so they set out to return to the sect.
After helping Xie Mi'an call for a doctor, Liu Luoyin opened the communication jade slip and gave the order in a straightforward manner -
"In this inner sect competition, all magic weapons except spirit swords are prohibited!"
As soon as he showed up, Wen Yun was surrounded by people again.
She defeated ten opponents in a row, four of whom surrendered voluntarily, and six were knocked off the stage by her scabbard. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful dark horse in this competition.
As famous as her beauty is the envy of her wealth.
Let alone the eye-watering cold iron marrow scabbard, the dragon robe that made all the female cultivators unable to take their eyes off it, and the protective magic weapon that made no one approach it...
None of the Yuanying elders from each peak had ever seen such a treasure.
It was also after the explanations of several defeated disciples that they realized that what was scary about Wen Yun was not his face, but the defensive magic weapons on his body.
It’s not that no one wanted to reserve their spiritual energy and not attack her, but the result of waiting there was... Wen Yun suddenly slashed at her with his sword sheath, knocking the man off the stage with ease.
A disciple who lost said in despair: "If I take the initiative, I can't win. If I don't take the initiative, I will be beaten! How can I win?"
"Junior Sister Wen is so hard! Could it be that she is a turtle in disguise?"
Xu Wanfeng: Correct answer!
There are also some who feel sour after being defeated: "What kind of ability is this? It's just relying on the magic weapon bestowed by the elders to suppress it. I can do it too."
Hearing this, Xu Wanfeng was unhappy, and with his fan half covering his face, he said sarcastically: "So you are so capable? But I remember that you used a total of 120 talismans and seven magic weapons in the fight with her?"
"… "
Amidst all the discussions, Wen Yun, who had received a number plate, went on stage again.
Just as everyone prepared their stools and melon seeds and were about to watch another show of Turtle Tactics, the elder who was in charge of maintaining order suddenly flew onto the stage.
"During the past two days of competition, some disciples relied too much on magic weapons, making this inner sect competition unfair. Sword cultivators should be judged by their sword skills."
He glanced at Wen Yun indifferently, as if with disdain: "According to the decision of the elders, all magic weapons and talismans are prohibited in this inner sect competition!"
After these words were spoken, the disciples below were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned overjoyed.
Especially Wen Yun’s opponent, he laughed out loud with joy.
“Hahaha, Junior Sister Wen, you’ve relied on magic weapons to get to where you are today, but unfortunately your good luck is about to end today!”
After saying this, he took out a thick stack of talismans from his body and handed them over. He also took off more than ten magic weapons and held only a sword in his hand.
"External things are nothing but clouds. My life is up to me! Junior Sister Wen, draw your sword!"
Wen Yun looked at this senior brother quietly, then lowered his eyes slightly and put away the three magical weapons.
The next moment, Haobai grasped the pitch-black scabbard with his wrist.
"Middle stage of foundation building."
Wen Yun blinked and said in a very light voice—
"two."
The voice was caught by the person on the other side, and before he could react to what it meant, Wen Yun moved.
The slender figure was as fast as a flash of white lightning. The scabbard in his hand slashed and stabbed, two wonderful sword techniques that simplified the complexity and drew two neat and clean black afterimages in the air.
The next moment.
The male disciple, whose brow was pressed against the scabbard, felt his legs soften and he slowly knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief: "How could it be so fast... I was defeated before I even used my spiritual power..."
Wen Yun ignored him, slightly parted her lips, and said calmly, "Next."
The next opponent was at the peak of the foundation building stage, and Wen Yun knocked him off the stage with just three moves.
In the early stage of foundation building, defeated with one move.
In the middle stage of foundation building, he was defeated again with two moves.
…
At this moment, the audience was completely silent.
Everyone looked up at the girl on the stage, and all the dissatisfaction they had previously felt turned into fear.
Someone in the audience spoke with difficulty: "She...didn't use any spiritual power, right?"
"Yes, she didn't use any spiritual power, and she didn't draw her sword. She defeated eight people with just three basic sword techniques."
Three simple moves: a stab, a chop, and a stab. Every swordsman present can use them.
However, no one could draw their sword faster than her.
This is the swordsmanship of the original body, the sword of a true kendo genius.
Her light, which had been hidden by the Xie family for fifteen years, finally shone brightly.
Wen Yun stood on the stage. The wind was blowing faster and faster at this moment. Her white dress was blown up and a strand of her loose black hair flew away.
She was too lazy to flirt, her eyes dropped calmly, scanning the faces of the people below.
"Who else?"
Everyone who was swept by his gaze lowered their heads subconsciously, and no one dared to fight!
Wen Yun said lazily: "Okay, then I will-"
"Wait a minute!"
At this moment, a sword suddenly flew over from a distance, with a blazing fire aura on the sword.
A man jumped down from the sword, and he laughed heartily: "I am in for a treat this time! This junior sister is so arrogant, let me meet you!"
He was too lazy to go with the other disciples, so he simply returned on his own sword, but he didn't expect to encounter such an interesting scene.
The fire spirit sword fell into his hand, and the man raised his eyebrows: "I am Lu Qiansui, the eldest disciple of the Third Peak. I think Junior Sister has heard of me."
Wen Yun thought about it and told the truth: "No."
Everyone in the audience: "Hiss! She actually dared to slap her own disciple in the face!"
That was Lu Qiansui, the direct disciple in the Jindan stage. He was the one that everyone in the outer sect loved to watch the most!
Lu Qiansui's eyes were burning: "This junior sister is really arrogant. No one has ever asked you to draw your sword before. Now that I'm here, draw your sword!"
Wen Yun looked at him quietly, then shook his head.
“No need.”
Although this person is in the Jindan stage, there is no need for him to use magic. Moreover, since the other party is the eldest disciple of the third peak, she should at least give him some face.
However, these words seemed to annoy Lu Qiansui, and his face darkened: "Do you look down on me?"
Wen Yun was slightly startled and explained: "No..."
"If not, then draw your sword!"
The girl was silent for a moment, her fair face showing a slightly tired expression, and then nodded: "In that case, then I will grant your wish."
Wen Yun drew his sword!
Everyone became alert and stared at her hands closely.
The scabbard made of cold iron marrow reflected a low-key yet luxurious glow in the sunlight, dazzling almost everyone.
A scabbard like this must be matched with a magical weapon!
Under everyone's eager gaze, Wen Yun slowly untied the thick black cloth wrapped around the hilt, and then pulled out a sword from the scabbard...
Not a handful, but one stick.
A black, crooked fire stick.
That wooden stick couldn't even be considered a wooden sword. It had no edge or blade, and there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy on it.
"Are you kidding me?" Lu Qiansui's expression was extremely ugly.
Wen Yun did not explain, but held the fire stick in a strange position and said seriously: "Brother Lu, please!"
Lu Qiansui was filled with anger, he picked up the sword and leaped up, his Jindan stage cultivation suddenly unfolded, the strong spiritual energy caused the sword to tremble slightly, the hot sword moves carried flames and rushed straight towards Wen Yun!
Wen Yun on the stage did not dodge, still holding the fire stick, his lips quickly opening and closing as he chanted a spell -
“… Knock-away technique!”
When Lu Qiansui's sword was about to touch Wen Yun, an inexplicable impact force suddenly hit him head-on, knocking him off the stage!
Lu Qiansui lay on the ground, unable to recover for a long time, and there was silence all around him.
After a long time, someone nearby couldn't help but whisper.
"Brother Lu was defeated in just one move? Is Sister Wen's strength so formidable?"
"Everyone says she has no cultivation, but I think she must have used a magic weapon to conceal her cultivation. The sword energy that just knocked Senior Brother Lu away is impossible if she is not in the Golden Core Stage!"
"But she is only fifteen, how could she be in the Golden Core Stage! It is outrageous enough that there is a Xie Mi'an in the world, how could there be someone more amazing than him!"
"But she did defeat Senior Brother Lu who was in the Jindan stage with one move."
…
Lu Qiansui ignored what others said, and climbed up with difficulty, covering his aching chest, staring at Wen Yun as if he had seen a ghost.
"What realm are you in?"
He absolutely did not believe that she had no cultivation!
Wen Yun slowly put the elderberry wand back into the scabbard and slowly raised his eyelids: "Mortal realm."