Liu Luoyin grabbed onto a corner of the platform tightly, trying to prevent himself from falling, and struggled to climb back.
She slowly picked up the sword, stood up shakily, and stared at Wen Yun while breathing heavily.
Liu Luoyin gritted her teeth. She was different from other disciples. She knew many hidden rumors because of her noble status since childhood.
For example, the sword intent can take shape. According to legend, when swordsmanship reaches the pinnacle, the sword intent can be transformed from virtual to real. Sword practitioners who can comprehend this will all step onto the path to ascension without exception!
She managed to speak: "That was... sword energy?"
Wen Yun shook his head: "No, that's not sword energy."
It was just an ordinary magic.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Liu Luoyin's face turned pale and he kept muttering "Is that so" in his mouth, looking like a madman.
After a moment, with red eyes, she held the sword and prepared to fight again.
"As monks, how can we shrink back and not move forward?"
Wen Yun had no intention of stopping it from beginning to end, because she could see that Liu Luoyin no longer had the ability to fight.
She doesn't like bullying children.
As expected, after barely summoning up his remaining spiritual power, Liu Luoyin started coughing and vomiting blood. This time he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword. When the sword fell to the ground, he fell backwards and fainted.
"Junior Sister Luo Yin!"
"Senior Sister Liu!"
The disciples of the First Peak below cried out in shock, and soon one of them leapt onto the stage with a sword in hand, shouting angrily: "You bitch! How dare you hurt Junior Sister Luo Yin!"
Wen Yun dodged the incoming sword move and frowned: "You cannot challenge me within half an hour. This is the rule."
The man turned a deaf ear to him and stabbed Wen Yun's vitals with sharp sword moves without mercy. The elder who was in charge of the judgment also looked away and pretended not to see it.
Shen Xinghai, who was standing on the high platform of the third peak, was anxious and shouted: "Brother! How can you be impulsive in the inner sect competition? Wait half an hour before you challenge!"
Unexpectedly, the man glared at him with hatred in his eyes: "Junior Brother Shen! The one who was injured is Junior Sister Luo Yin!"
Shen Xinghai pursed his lips. He always felt that these words made people feel unfair.
Swords have no eyes, and it is inevitable that sword cultivators will get injured when fighting. Junior Sister Wen defeated Senior Sister Liu fairly. Today, everyone is so angry and indignant because Senior Sister Liu was defeated and injured. What if Junior Sister Wen was injured instead
Will they speak up for her
However, Shen Xinghai was not allowed to stand up for Wen Yun. A disciple from the same peak flew in front of him and scolded him: "Junior Brother Shen, you are the leader of the first peak, but you are so ungrateful. You are not worthy of standing on this high platform!"
Shen Xinghai hurriedly picked up his sword to respond and had no time to pay attention to Wen Yun's situation.
Wen Yun was angry.
Although she has a cold temper, she is usually reasonable.
Since the people from the First Peak were unreasonable, she would not be polite.
She simply put away the firewood wand, grabbed the cold iron marrow sword scabbard, and without even using magic, she used sword moves to strike back fiercely.
The opponent's sword is fast, but her sword is even faster!
He aimed at her neck and heart, and she struck back without mercy.
The plain and simple sword moves became so exquisite in her hands that it was almost impossible to see their shadows.
Within three moves, the scabbard hit the opponent's knee hard, forcing him to kneel down.
Wen Yun calmly asked the other party: "Why didn't I see Xie Mi'an? Was he kicked out of the First Peak?"
The kneeling man spat at her angrily with red eyes: "Bah! How dare you, a lowly bitch like you, call Junior Brother Xie by his name! If he hadn't fought for the lives of the people of the world and suffered serious injuries, how could you, a bitch, be standing here!"
Wen Yun frowned in disdain, raised his foot and kicked him off the platform.
"Go away."
"Damn it! You woman are so arrogant!"
Another person flew onto the stage and attacked directly. Wen Yun curled the corners of his lips emotionlessly, and continued to beat the man mercilessly with the scabbard in hand.
Looking at her relaxed look, it seems even easier than beating a dog.
one
two
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After the stage was filled with the fallen disciples of the First Peak, no one came on stage anymore.
However, there are still people who cower in the crowd and shout: "You are not worthy of standing on the first peak!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yun lowered his head and stared at his feet, then nodded in agreement.
"You're right, I shouldn't be standing on the first peak."
She raised the Firewood Wand and glanced at the disciples of the First Peak without any emotion, and then -
Nine huge fireballs fell like meteors and landed on the platform below!
"boom!"
The entire platform finally collapsed under the weight. Wen Yun, who was unaffected by her own magic, stood on the ruins that had turned into black ashes, the hem of her pure white skirt fluttering in the wind.
Wen Yun picked up a stone and sat on it lazily.
She raised her chin slightly and gave a beautiful smile to the stunned crowd.
"The first peak's arena is gone now. This is the tenth peak's arena."
Everyone looked at Wen Yun with fear and disbelief, but no one dared to say a word.
She sat peacefully on the stone until the sun set, when the sound of a bell came from afar.
"The inner sect competition is over!"
The person who came was the grand elder of the First Peak and also the deacon elder of the sect.
He came with a sword in his hand with a cold expression and threw out several tokens: "This is a token for the sword-fighting meeting. An envoy will come to guide you later."
After saying this, he turned and was about to leave.
Wen Yun looked at his empty hands and asked loudly: "Excuse me, elder, where is my token?"
"you?"
He turned around and glanced down at Wen Yun, snorting coldly: "The rules of the competition have been made clear long ago. Only those who stand on the high platform of each peak can get the token! I would like to ask, where are you standing?"
Wen Yun stood up and pointed at the stone under his feet, and asked politely: "Here, is it because I am not standing high enough that you can't see me?"
The great elder frowned: "Which peak are you on?"
Wen Yun: "The tenth peak."
"There is no platform for the tenth peak in the sect!"
"Oh?" Wen Yun raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Why do the other nine peaks have arenas, but only my Tenth Peak doesn't? We are all disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect, why do you have to avoid my Tenth Peak in everything?"
She took a step forward and stared at the Great Elder. This man was very old and it was impossible that he had not heard about Ye Shubai's affairs, but he was still so ungrateful!
The Great Elder's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out, but Wen Yun took another step forward and asked again in a loud voice.
"Do you dare to say that Qingliu Sword Sect doesn't have a tenth peak? Do you dare to say that you don't remember that there is a peak master Ye Shubai at the tenth peak?!"
"… "
When the name came out, the Great Elder was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and took a step back involuntarily.
There were whispers among the young disciples below.
"Is this the name of the master of the Tenth Peak? Why have we never heard of it?"
"I don't know. It was only after Junior Sister Wen showed up that I learned that there was a Tenth Peak in the sect."
At the back of the crowd, Ye Shubai quietly watched Wen Yun arguing his case, and a slight change appeared in his originally calm eyes.
She was not good at verbal arguments, but at this moment the most direct questioning was the most lethal.
The Great Elder calmed down and avoided Wen Yun's questioning: "It's not that there is no Tenth Peak, but only disciples who are directly taught are qualified to defend the ring. As far as I know, you are just a menial disciple in the Tenth Peak. You are not qualified to defend the Tenth Peak's ring, so this time doesn't count!"
"Wait a minute."
A blue cloud descended, and a middle-aged man came out on the cloud, with a gentle and amiable face.
The Great Elder looked at him in surprise, took a step back and lowered his head: "Master."
It turned out to be the master!
While everyone was showing respect, they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Could it be that he saw Senior Sister Liu being beaten by Junior Sister Wen, and came here specifically to call for punishment
However, Liu Zhengxu just smiled and nodded to everyone, then looked at Wen Yun seriously, and finally sighed: "He is indeed a young genius with extraordinary talent."
His face was extremely gentle, like a good-tempered uncle next door, and his tone was also peaceful and sincere: "I see that you have amazing bones and talents. You are indeed a natural swordsman. Are you willing to become my disciple and learn swordsmanship?"
"… "
To be honest, Wen Yun was really not used to the way sword practitioners praised others. It sounded really awkward to hear people say they were born with sword bones.
However, in the eyes of others, the shock they received was even greater than the scene where Wen Yun shattered the platform with fire just now.
Who is Liu Zhengxu
He was the head of the world's number one sword sect, and also a peerless master at the peak of the Spiritualization Realm! All those who could become his disciples were renowned geniuses, and the only one he took the initiative to accept as his disciple was Xie Mi'an, a 20-year-old genius who had reached the Dan stage!
But now... Wen Yun had just injured his own daughter, but he personally accepted her as his disciple
This style is even more grand than Xie Mi'an's.
"It seems that Junior Sister Wen has really climbed up the social ladder" - this is what everyone thought.
However, Wen Yun was not moved at all. Not to mention that she didn't learn sword at all, she had no good feelings towards the people of the First Peak. She was even more disgusted about becoming a fellow disciple with Xie Mi'an.
Just as she was about to decline, a deep male voice sounded—
"Wait a minute!"
Yue Xingzhou, wearing a black robe, stepped out from the crowd. He calmly blocked Wen Yun behind him and said seriously: "I appreciate your kindness, Master, but Junior Sister Wen already has a master. I am afraid I will let you down."
Liu Zhengxu's face darkened, but he quickly regained his gentle expression. He smiled and bowed slightly: "So it's Uncle Yue, could it be that Wen Yun has become your disciple? But when you call her Sister Wen..."
"No." Yue Xingzhou stood in front of Wen Yun and said in a steady voice, "I am still a beginner in cultivation and I dare not mislead the disciples."
These words made Liu Zhengxu feel a little embarrassed. They were at the same level. Was Yue Xingzhou being modest or mocking him
But he still had a smile on his face: "I wonder who got this good disciple..."
Yue Xingzhou bowed respectfully towards the direction of the Tenth Peak: "It is my master, Ye Shubai! So my junior sister is also the direct disciple of the peak master, please give her the token she got!"
Liu Zhengxu's expression finally turned cold. He waved his hand, and a barrier that blocked out all sounds enveloped the three of them.
"Uncle Yue, I'm afraid you're joking. My great-grandfather has never come out of seclusion, so how can he accept a disciple?"
Yue Xingzhou said solemnly: "I will teach you the sword in your dream and accept you as my disciple in your dream!"
Liu Zhengxu was so angry that he laughed: "Do you think I believe it?"
"Besides my master, who else in the world can teach her how to transform sword spirit?"
Liu Zhengxu was silent, his face wooden, "If that's the case, then congratulations to the Tenth Peak for having another genius in swordsmanship."
He removed the soundproof barrier, slowly smiled, and then personally took out a sword-fighting meeting token and handed it to Wen Yun.
"Since you already have a master, I can't force you. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to the First Peak to find me."
The disciples below were all very excited.
"What a great opportunity! The master is so kind and tolerant, but it's a pity that Junior Sister Wen has already become his disciple."
"The headmaster cherishes talented people so much, he is indeed a model of sword cultivation! There is no doubt that the Qingliu Sword Sect will flourish in his hands!"
However, where they could not see, Liu Zhengxu had already climbed to the top of the mountain and headed straight for the two supreme elders.
"Second Master, follow me to the Tenth Peak!"
"Why?"
"I'm afraid Ye Shubai is not dead at all!"