After taking the fragments back into his hands, Qian Zhenzi, who had a stern expression just now, regained his calm smile.
The contestants who had just come out of the tower were all tortured to death. He stroked the air and several spirit jades shot out from his palm. He directly set up a spirit recovery formation for this group of younger generations to rest, and quietly set up a soundproofing formation around several family heads.
The head of the Yu family stared at Qian Zhenzi, but he couldn't resist the question in his heart: "You actually put that thing into the formation! What kind of spiritual formation is it that requires white jade?"
The other people also stared at Qian Zhenzi, waiting for his answer.
Qian Zhenzi sighed, "I didn't expect that four young people would break into the formation this time. If that's the case, I'm sure you will learn about it from them in the future. It would be better for me to tell the story myself."
"Five hundred years ago, that person..." Qian Zhenzi paused for a moment, and he bowed towards the sky before continuing, "That person killed a demon cultivator near my Chuixue Island, and gave me a sword energy that was transformed from sword intent. I didn't expect that he would kill all the demon cultivators in the Tribulation Realm. That sword energy was never used."
"Later... Later I got this white jade and integrated that sword energy into the formation, and then I set up that person's illusion sword formation. As for how powerful this sword formation is compared to that of that venerable, I don't know."
When that unmentionable name was mentioned, everyone fell silent.
The head of the Jiang family suddenly remembered something and glared at the man from the Yu family: "Why did your kid take that piece of jade? Didn't we agree that this matter ends with our generation and that the younger generation must not know about it?"
The head of the Yu family also looked puzzled and said in defense: "I never told Qinghong about this! I'm afraid he picked it out because he saw that the white jade was extraordinary."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, and we can discuss it after the sword fighting meeting is over."
Qian Zhenzi dispersed the soundproof array that had just been set up around the few people, stepped out calmly, slowly looked at the four people who had just entered the array, and finally nodded with a slight satisfaction.
"I guess the fourth formation was completed by the four of you, right? Not bad, no..."
However, at this moment, Jiang Si, who had taken a breath, suddenly clasped his fists and said, "Senior, the last battle was not ours."
"oh?"
Jiang Si looked at Wen Yun, a little respect flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "It was Junior Sister Wen Yun from the Qingliu Sword Sect. She broke the formation by herself!"
Yu Qinghong also bowed slightly, and agreed with this in a gentle voice: "What Senior Brother Jiang said is true. The three of us together are no match for the people in the formation. Junior Sister Wen was the only one who broke the formation. Qinghong dare not take credit for it."
Jiang Si's voice was very loud, so all the cultivators present could hear it clearly. For a moment, everyone fell into deathly silence.
During this century, there was a name called Dong Jiang Xi Yu. Later, Xie Mi'an, who formed a pill at the age of 20, appeared, and then Nan Xie was added. It means that among this generation, Jiang Si from Dongzhou, Yu Qinghong from Xizhou, and Xie Mi'an from Nanzhou are the strongest.
Now Dong Jiang and Xi Yu said that if they joined forces... and also added Qian Lishen who was still unconscious, the formation that the three of them couldn't break was actually broken by an unknown little girl
And looking at the calm look of the little girl, it seemed as if breaking the formation didn't take much effort on her!
Even Qian Zhenzi couldn't help but frown and stared at Wen Yun in surprise and suspicion.
Only the senior brothers and sisters from Qingliu Sword Sect who rushed over to meet Wen Yun had full faith in Wen Yun's invincibility, and even had a look of pride on their faces.
Shen Xinghai raised his sword and bowed to congratulate, smiling crookedly: "Junior Sister Wen, you are a dragon that walks in the abyss, and the day you fly into the sky, you will make the world tremble!"
Zhu Erchong: "Junior Sister Wen... you are amazing, invincible!"
Bao Pilong stuttered for a while, and finally said: "They are right!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran: "Are you stupid?"
At this moment, Qian Zhenzi suddenly interrupted them and said, "Little girl, you destroyed a hundred of my formations, did you know that?"
Facing the debt collector, Wen Yun's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and composed: "Senior, this is how I break the formation."
Breaking the formation, as the name suggests, means breaking the formation, which is absolutely no problem.
Who would have thought that after hearing these rather disrespectful words, Qian Zhenzi actually laughed out loud: "Interesting, interesting. I never thought that at my age, I would one day be angered to the point of heartache by a youngster like you!"
He restrained his smile and said in a kind tone: "You know, you have an extraordinary talent in the way of formations. If you enter the way through formations, you may be able to touch the path of ascension one day!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran had already noticed something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step forward to protect Wen Yun behind her, looking at Qian Zhenzi vigilantly.
As expected, Qian Zhenzi's next sentence was -
"Wen Yun, are you willing to join my Chuixue Island and become my Qianzhenzi's last disciple? You can practice all the secret formations that my Chuixue Island has accumulated for thousands of years! All the thousands of disciples respect you as their ancestor!"
Everyone on Fubuki Island was shocked and couldn't help but secretly glance at Qian Lishen.
If Wen Yun became Qian Zhenzi's apprentice, then wouldn't this arrogant and domineering little ancestor become Wen Yun's junior
Even though she was facing a powerful warrior in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, Senior Sister Meng Ran did not retreat even a single step. Instead, she led other fellow disciples to step forward to protect Wen Yun. The sword cultivators stood there with swords in hand and glared angrily.
"Senior, Wen Yun is my disciple from the Qingliu Sword Sect!"
This kind of thing of taking away other people's disciples is quite unkind. If it were under normal circumstances, Qian Zhenzi would never do it.
However, Wen Yun's talent in the art of formations really astonished Qian Zhenzi, so he had to put aside his pride this time: "Changing sects is not a shameful thing. A bird perches on a good tree, what's wrong with that?"
The heads of the other families remained strangely silent at this moment.
They almost guessed why Qian Zhenzi suddenly acted like this and did not give Qingliu Sword Sect any face at all.
Previously, the Qingliu Sword Sect was the most powerful among the three major sects. However, now the Eastern Elder of the Qingliu Sword Sect is suspected to have exhausted his life span, and Ouyang's life span is also almost left. Only Liu Zhengxu, who is in the Spirit Transformation Realm, is left. The latter two seem to have started an internal fight and did not even come to participate in the sword discussion meeting!
It was true that he was interested in Wen Yun, but it was also true that he wanted to use this incident to test the bottom line of Qingliu Sword Sect.
Senior Sister Meng Ran suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Yun, her eyes already conflicted: "Junior Sister Wen..."
"I'll go back to him, Senior Sister."
Wen Yun gave everyone a soothing smile, then stepped forward, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Qian Zhenzi, for your appreciation of me. However, Wen Yun already has a master, so I dare not change."
Qian Zhenzi smiled and said nonchalantly, "Which elder of the Qingliu Sword Sect is your master? I will go meet him in person and force him to give up this disciple."
Such a domineering attitude has already made his intention clear, but Wen Yun did not retreat, and just calmly replied: "I am afraid this matter is difficult to handle. My master has passed away. If you want to find him, I am afraid..."
Qian Zhenzi frowned and said, "If that's the case, then it's easier to deal with. What's your master's name? I'll ask Liu Zhengxu to remove your name from his school!"
At his level, worldly rules can no longer restrain him.
Wen Yun stood quietly in front of everyone, neither frivolous nor impatient, her eyes as beautiful as autumn waters calmly looking at those powerful people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
The girl bowed slightly and said in a clear and cold voice -
"My master's surname is Ye, and his taboo name is Shubai."
The leaves are sparse and white.
When the name came out, several family heads all looked terrified. Even Qian Zhenzi, who had been acting so recklessly just now, involuntarily took a small step back.
He took a deep breath and no longer wanted Wen Yun to become his disciple. He asked quickly, "Your master is Ye... Daoist Fellow Ye?"
"Exactly."
The head of the Jiang family looked at him sharply and said, "You said your master has passed away?"
Wen Yun nodded: "That's right, I was also noticed by the senior brothers because of my swordsmanship, and they accepted me as a disciple on their behalf."
Several people looked at Wan Dabao, the most informed patriarch of the Wan family, and waited for his answer.
Wan Dabao didn't look at Wen Yun, but confirmed for her with a solemn expression, "It is true. Venerable Ye died ten years ago, but I haven't personally confirmed it yet, so I haven't told you fellow Taoists yet."
As soon as these words were spoken, the tense atmosphere that had just been created by that name suddenly disappeared.
Qian Zhenzi looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Since he is an old friend, I can't force him."
Suppressing the thought of accepting a disciple, Qian Zhenzi took out a magic weapon and threw it forward. He saw that the small disc grew in the wind and finally turned into a huge platform.
The disciples of the Sword Discussion Association holding tokens were also led to the platform. Except for the weapons in their hands, all the magic weapons were sealed!
"This is the Sword Discussion Arena, an immortal-level magic weapon that was passed down from the upper realm to here."
Qian Zhenzi looked at everyone with a serious expression: "You are all young cultivators who will protect the cultivation world in the future. You must use all your strength and take every battle seriously. There can be losers on the sword arena, but there will never be cowards! How can we cultivators bow our heads!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the young monks were all inspired and their eyes became firm and bright.
"As monks, we will never bow our heads!"
Hearing the shouts in unison, Chijinzi stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.
He then looked at Wen Yun and said loudly: "Wen Yun, according to the rules of this sword contest, since you are the first person to break the Thousand Formation Tower, you have the right to choose ten opponents! You can choose!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three forces of the Jiang family, the Yu family, and Fubuki Island all felt worried, and Qian Zhenzi himself couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The reason was simple. The strongest descendants of the three families had very bad luck. They all fell into Ye Shubai's illusion array at the same time and were beaten to the point where they lost their combat effectiveness. The situation that was originally a sure win was now mostly lost.
Their injuries have not yet recovered. If Wen Yun picks the three of them now, it is basically equivalent to directly declaring these three people eliminated.
Everyone's eyes were on the cool and beautiful girl, wondering which family she would eliminate from this sword-fighting competition first.
But she slowly tied up her loose black hair, then stood up silently, holding a wooden sword in her hand, and walked to the center of the sword-discussing arena at a leisurely pace.
The day has finally come.
Wen Yun's eyes were as clear as water, the wooden sword in his hand pointed to a corner in the distance, and his cold voice echoed between heaven and earth -
"Xie Xiaogong, do you dare to fight?"