Perhaps due to the special climate of the island, the wind blew particularly hard near night, and the cherry blossom petals all over the island swirled and danced in the air. With the dim light of the spiritual array, it really looked like a heavy snowfall bestowed by God.
Shen Xinghai was waiting at the gate of the courtyard with a sword in his hand. Because the soundproofing array had not yet been replenished with spiritual jade, the various sounds coming from inside were particularly clear.
Especially the loud and rough voices of the two senior brothers—
Zhu Erchong: "I told you that the Jiang family's sword cultivators will also be here today. We need to review the lines that Junior Brother Shen taught us a few days ago, so as not to lose out in front of them."
Bao Pilong also agreed: "Brother Zhu, don't worry. I practiced the phrase "My fate is in my own hands" thousands of times last night. I guarantee that my momentum will not be inferior to that of the Jiang family."
Senior Sister Meng Ran frowned: "I was wondering why there was a noise in the outer courtyard disturbing my sleep last night, it turned out to be you!"
Shen Xinghai held his sword and helplessly watched his senior brothers and sisters start to argue. Seeing that they were about to draw their swords, he quickly changed the subject: "I wonder if the senior brothers have seen Junior Sister Wen? The sword debate will start soon, so don't waste time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear voice came from the most remote room -
"I am coming."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and then stood there in a daze.
Wen Yun was born beautiful, and even in the world of cultivation where there were so many beautiful women, she was extremely eye-catching. Anyone with eyes could see that.
But the Qingliu Sword Sect advocates frugality, and the sword practitioners have invested all their money and time in swords, so they don’t have the time to care about the latest dressing guide in the world of cultivation. Even if they did pay attention... they can’t afford it.
Therefore, the outer disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect all wear green clothes, while the inner disciples wear white shirts. Occasionally, some disciples who love beauty will add some decorations to their clothes. For example, Wen Yun's handsome second brother Xu Wanfeng has some green bamboos painted on his white shirt.
Compared to other sects, the sword practitioners of Qingliu Sword Sect always wear a half-worn white robe without any decoration, and coldly hold a priceless sword.
To put it nicely, she looks ethereal, but to put it bluntly, sword cultivators are generally dressed shabbily, and Wen Yun in the past was no exception. She was even holding an even shabbier wooden sword.
So when Wen Yun appeared in front of everyone, everyone present held their breath.
The cold and plain face of the past was carefully painted with beautiful makeup, and the eyes were even more bright and stunning. The ink-like hair was draped over the waist. The clouds and mist shrouded the moon-white skirt were looming, and from time to time there were moon-like light spots flowing. When she walked slowly over, she seemed like a fairy in the painting come to life.
Shen Xinghai stared at Wen Yun's face for a while, and then his face gradually became hot. He pinched his palm to come back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and praised in a low voice: "Junior Sister Wen, this dress is very good."
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone reacted immediately.
No female cultivator can resist the temptation of a beautiful skirt. Senior Sister Meng Ran seemed very excited. She stared at Wen Yun with shining eyes: "Junior Sister Wen, where did you buy this skirt? How much is it?"
Wen Yun answered truthfully: "I bought it from Wanbao Pavilion, for one hundred pieces of top-grade spiritual jade."
Senior Sister Meng Ran's face changed drastically, and she silently took a step back: "Sorry to bother you, goodbye."
The brothers finally turned their eyes away from Wen Yun's face, staring at the skirt with a look of grief, muttering: "She is wearing a piece of top-grade fire spirit stone on her body."
"Junior Sister Wen wore half of my sword on her body."
Wen Yun asked unwillingly, "Don't you think my new dress looks good?"
The brothers held the sword in their arms and said, "It doesn't look good. It would look better if it could be replaced with a sword-making gem."
"… "
Although they said so, the group of sword practitioners from Qingliu Sword Sect were still quite proud after arriving at the venue of the sword debate.
Almost all eyes were looking over here, truly stealing all the limelight from the Jiang family.
Until Senior Brother Zhu Erchong heard a monk from the nearby Chuixue Island muttering—
"That girl is so beautiful, it would be perfect for her to come to our Fubuki Island, but why did she become a swordsman in the Qingliu Sword Sect? Isn't that such a pity?"
Zhu Erchong stopped and drew his sword, looking at him coldly: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!"
This posture and tone were both inspired by what Wen Yun demonstrated that day.
The disciple from Fubuki Island looked at Zhu Erchong's bold and unruly beard, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "Brother, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to call yourself a young man, right?"
Just at this time, people from the Jiang family came over on their own initiative. Without exception, they were all tall, long-legged and sturdy. The leader, Jiang Si, was particularly young, with the bright aura of a teenager, and he suppressed Zhu Erchong.
Jiang Si held a simple broadsword in one hand and looked over here with bright eyes. Someone next to him pointed, and his eyes fell on Wen Yun.
After seeing her face clearly, there was undisguised admiration and amazement in his eyes.
Jiang Si casually thrust his knife into the ground, saluted with his hands in a dignified manner, and said loudly: "Thank you, Junior Sister Wen, for your help outside the formation the other day!"
He didn't even look at the people from the Qingliu Sword Sect, but only stared at Wen Yun with a burning gaze, and continued: "If we are destined to meet again in the Thousand Formation Tower, Jiang Si is willing to help Junior Sister Wen reach the top."
Before Wen Yun could answer, a sarcastic remark came from the side:
"Help her reach the top? You might as well worry about whether you can reach the second floor first."
The disciples in the Fubuki Island camp consciously split to both sides. Qian Lishen, who was wearing an embroidered brocade robe, slowly walked from the depths of the crowd to the front. Her face, which was as gorgeous as if she had rouge on it, raised up, and her lips curled up in disdain.
The disciple from the nearby Chuixue Island immediately brought a recliner. He fell back and sat on it, looking at Jiang Si leisurely: "You rough people who don't know how to use your brains, do you still want to chop down the Thousand Array Tower, the treasured place of my Chuixue Island, with knives like you did the other day?"
Qian Lishen rolled his eyes and pointed at the people around Jiang Si: "It's not right to put on airs in front of a female cultivator..."
He wanted to say a few more insults, but at this moment he finally saw the female cultivator's face clearly. The next moment, his hand trembled imperceptibly, and finally he quietly retracted it.
He looked at Wen Yun in doubt and surprise: "Why is it you again?"
Wen Yun looked at him with a smile: "I am here to participate in the sword fighting meeting. I haven't seen you for two days. I think you have recovered. When I saw you looked pale and lost on the day we entered the island, I was quite worried."
Qian Lishen felt deeply stabbed in the heart by this concern.
But Jiang Si was there to help him: "I forgot that Junior Sister Wen was able to break Junior Brother Qian's island formation that day. I think you must be very powerful. The Thousand Formation Tower must be no problem for you."
Qian Lishen's face darkened: "Jiang family, if you disrespect my Chuixue Island again, today I will let you see the power of the formation!"
Jiang Si laughed loudly and stood up with his sword in hand. "It's just right. There's still a little time before the Thousand Array Tower opens. I'll come and learn about Junior Brother Qian's array skills!"
Wen Yun stood at the side, holding swords and watching the fun with his fellow brothers, and did not forget to use his mental power to communicate with Ye Shubai beside him.
"The cultivation world really loves to fight."
Ye Shubai: "Actual combat can improve your strength very quickly. If you want to achieve great success in swordsmanship, the best way is to fight with others."
Seeing that he was encouraging her to fight Jiang Si and the others, Wen Yun quickly refused: "No, my wand will be cut off."
Although she was already developing into a melee mage, she thought about the situation when she was fighting with Jiang Si's sword with her wooden sword...
Alas.
She decided to change the subject, so she hinted to Ye Shubai: "I came here tonight and found that many people were secretly looking at me."
Ye Shubai stared straight ahead at the two people fighting in front of him, just like when she asked him if he was the most beautiful person before leaving, keeping a cool attitude and remaining silent.
Wen Yun continued to intensify his hints: "Senior Brother Shen also said that I am very good-looking."
Ye Shubai responded calmly: "As cultivators, we should be based on our strength. Why should we be so obsessed with appearance?"
The girl leaned against the tree holding the wooden sword, her eyes bright: "But if the person with strong strength is also good-looking, wouldn't that be better?"
She wanted to brag about how beautiful and strong she was, but at that moment Jiang Si and Qian Lishen were having a fierce fight.
Qian Lishen quickly threw out a handful of spiritual jade in his hand, and a thunderstorm fell from the sky onto Jiang Si's knife. The latter roared, and the black tights on his upper body suddenly exploded.
The muscular body that had been hidden was instantly revealed in front of everyone. The scene of the handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, with his upper body naked, slashing with a sword in hand, made almost all the female cultivators and some male cultivators present stare at it intently.
The sword cultivators of the Qingliu Sword Sect said bitterly, "Damn it! The sword cultivators are actually overshadowed by the knife cultivators!"
Unfortunately, Wen Yun, who was also a sword cultivator, was also seriously admiring Jiang Si's figure.
Wen Yun was watching with pure appreciation. In her previous life, she was in the magic world and most of the magicians she met were weak and pale. She had never seen any magician with muscles as beautiful and modest as Jiang Si's.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Just as others had appreciated her beautiful skirt just now, it was also normal for her to appreciate Jiang Si's figure. The right to appreciate beautiful things couldn't be possessed only by male cultivators, right
“Does it look good?”
A cold voice suddenly came from the side.
Wen Yun immediately retracted his gaze and said sternly, "It doesn't look good. How can a knife cultivator be as free and unrestrained as a sword cultivator?"
"Then why are you always looking at Jiang Si?" Ye Shubai glanced at him indifferently.
He was about to remind her not to just focus on Jiang Si's figure, but to observe carefully how Qian Lishen, who was not good at close combat, dealt with the domineering sword cultivator, and asked her to learn from him...
Wen Yun turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "You are jealous."
She used an affirmative sentence rather than a question.
Ye Shubai frowned slightly: "No."
Wen Yun put on a considerate smile and said in a doting tone, "It's okay. In terms of good looks, Jiang Si is not even half as good as you. If you are willing to show off your figure here, even if I have dressed up carefully today, I will admit defeat and be outshined by you."
Ye Shubai stood upright, his expression still cold, not even giving her a look of response, only a faint blush quietly appeared on the tips of his ears.
After a long time, a very low voice came from the side.
"You don't need to dress up..."
Wen Yun didn't hear clearly what he said in the second half of the sentence, because there was a loud bang from the other side. All the sects and schools returned to their positions, and the Thousand Formation Tower was about to open.