The two old bastards were so cruel that the three brothers are now lying on the ground vomiting blood.
Wen Yun had just wrung out the towel and finished wiping the eldest senior brother when the third senior brother groaned and spurted out blood.
Only the second brother was in good spirits. He took out a mirror from somewhere and looked at himself, trying to make himself happy: "If my female friends saw me in this miserable state, I'm afraid they would all be heartbroken."
Wen Yun thought about it and decided not to wipe the blood for him, letting the second senior brother remain sad and beautiful.
After two days of depression, the three finally felt better.
"We must defend the Tenth Peak and not let Master be disturbed during his critical time of retreat." Yue Xingzhou's face was slightly pale, but his voice was still steady.
Xu Wanfeng: "If only I had accepted a disciple at the beginning, I wouldn't be in a situation where I have no one to use."
Bai Yushan was also silent.
Wen Yun beside him said: "I can go."
"No, you can't." Yue Xingzhou immediately retorted.
Bai Yushan held the sword and uttered two words: "No."
Xu Wanfeng also looked over and said seriously: "Although Junior Sister Wen, you were once a young genius, the times are different now and you must not take risks."
"Many of your opponents have reached the Golden Core stage. You are no match for them right now—"
Before Xu Wanfeng finished speaking, Wen Yun's hand suddenly moved, and he grabbed the black wooden stick beside him with lightning speed, and finally pointed it accurately at his throat.
Her speed was terrifyingly fast, and because there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, it was even more difficult to guard against.
Yue Xingzhou's eyes widened. Although he knew that Second Junior Sister let Wen Yun succeed because she was caught off guard, but didn't she have no cultivation
Why is her sword... No, her staff is so ridiculously fast!
Even if a sword cultivator in the Jindan stage used his spiritual power to enhance his skills, he might not be able to achieve such terrifying speed!
Wen Yun raised her head slightly, revealing her elegant face, her thick eyelashes casting a light shadow on her eyelids.
"Second Brother." She spoke in a clear and cool voice.
"Can I go now?"
Xu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
"Okay."
Wen Yun insisted on participating in the inner sect competition, so her three senior brothers gave up the idea of finding disciples from other places and began to concentrate on preparing for her.
Xu Wanfeng took out a piece of letter paper that smelled of powder from somewhere and began to read the beautiful words on it.
"This time, all inner disciples under the age of 100 will draw lots for the inner sect competition. Disciples who draw the same number will go on stage to fight with swords to determine the winner."
"The winner will draw lots again. After several rounds, there will be a hundred people left. These hundred inner disciples will have the opportunity to challenge the direct disciples of each peak and take the token for the sword-fighting competition."
Yue Xingzhou took over the conversation and said seriously: "As far as I know, there are only a few ordinary inner disciples who have formed golden elixirs. With Junior Sister Wen's strength, as long as she doesn't encounter them, there will be no worries."
After introducing the rules, they finally got to the point.
Wen Yun was drinking tea when he saw one brilliant treasure after another being taken out from the mustard seed bags of three people.
"Offensive magic weapons require spiritual energy to activate, so I'm looking for defensive magic weapons for you."
Yue Xingzhou took out a jade pendant and handed it to Wen Yun: "I'm lending this jade to you, Junior Sister. It was given to me by Master. It can resist all illusion attacks below the Spiritual Transformation Stage."
Bai Yushan took out a robe and said coldly: "This robe is made of dragon skin, and it is impervious to water and fire."
Xu Wanfeng also took out a palm-sized turtle shell as if offering a treasure: "The basalt shell can withstand the full force attack of a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage!"
He was very excited: "I got this idea after seeing Junior Sister Wen's swordsmanship. When the time comes, you just need to put on all the magic weapons and wait for the opponent to come and chop you. When the opponent's spiritual power is exhausted, you can defeat the opponent with swordsmanship!"
He patted the turtle shell and said proudly: "I call this strategy the Turtle Strategy!"
Wen Yun: You look like a cuckold to me.
What are they acting like now
It's like a group of elementary school students are fighting, and then suddenly an elementary school student comes driving a mecha weapon and launches a direct dimensionality reduction attack.
After getting the defensive magic weapon, the three of them were not finished yet and wanted to find her a peerless sword.
The two fire sticks in her hands were so shabby!
However, considering that the spirit sword needs fate to be compatible, and Wen Yun was determined not to comply this time, they had no choice but to give up.
Okay, since Junior Sister Wen likes fire sticks, let’s use fire sticks.
At worst they could make a more impressive scabbard for her fire stick.
So, three days later, Wen Yun arrived at the sect competition site carrying a scabbard made of cold iron marrow.
The disciples passing by slowed down their pace and began to exchange horrified glances.
"That thing is the Cold Iron Marrow, right? Whose wasteful thing is this!"
"Yes, my master's sword is mixed with a piece of cold iron marrow the size of a fingernail. It is said that he bought it with his savings for three hundred years."
"Take the scabbard made of cold iron marrow, what material should be used to forge the sword inside?"
"It's a pity that such a precious sword is in the possession of a disciple with no cultivation. What a waste. It would be much better if it was given to me..."
Amid the condemning gazes of the rich second generation in the world of cultivation, Wen Yun walked calmly to the drawing place and drew her number.
"Ninety-nine"
Coincidentally, a male disciple had drawn the same number before.
He held his sword in his hands and said proudly: "I'm afraid I'm going to offend someone this time, I hope this junior sister will forgive me."
The discussions of people around him also confirmed his strength.
"It's actually Senior Brother Cheng from the Third Peak. I heard that he has reached the peak of foundation building. I'm afraid this little Junior Sister will fail in her first battle."
Wen Yun nodded slightly to indicate that he heard it, then sat quietly aside and closed his eyes to rest.
The fight on the stage was very lively, but because most of these disciples were in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages, most of the competition was on the control of spiritual energy and sword moves.
To put it bluntly, they are too new, they don't know how to use skills, and can only perform basic operations to fight each other.
However, it is still different with the infusion of spiritual power. It is far superior to ordinary swordsmanship in terms of strength and speed.
Wen Yun felt a little sleepy after watching for a while, but it was her turn now, so she had to go on stage with the scabbard in hand.
Her opponent was none other than Senior Brother Cheng.
According to the rules of fencing, both parties first introduced themselves.
The other party said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "The third peak, Cheng Lingfeng!"
She also replied: "The Tenth Peak, Wen Yun."
She was sure that a trace of confusion flashed across the other person's face. As expected, he was another ignorant person who had never even heard of the Tenth Peak.
However, Cheng Lingfeng quickly adjusted his mind and shouted: "Draw your sword, Junior Sister Wen!"
Just as Wen Yun was about to draw out his wand and prepare to use a knockback spell to knock the opponent off the stage, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd—
"Turtle trick!"
After shouting this, Xu Wanfan shook his head, covered his face and retreated back to the crowd, pretending to be innocent to the beautiful junior sister next to him: "Huh? Which senior brother is making such a fuss here? It's really unmannerly."
"… "
Wen Yun on the stage paused and stopped moving helplessly.
She originally wanted to finish the fight quickly and then go back to continue cutting the cedar wood, but since Second Senior Brother had come specially to see it, she couldn't let him down with his previous preparations.
So when Cheng Lingfeng's sword came at him with might, Wen Yun moved lazily but carefreely...
Sitting on the ground.
Cheng Lingfeng was startled and wanted to retract his sword but it was too late. He saw the sword flashing with cold light heading straight for Wen Yun's face.
Then, it was impossible to move forward even an inch.
The attacked girl did not make any resistance. She just lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly. It did not seem like she was fighting with swords, but rather she was distracted and thinking about something.
Yes, she was wondering what size cedar wand would be.
Cheng Lingfeng stared at the sword in his hand as if he had seen a ghost, and then stabbed at Wen Yun's arm again in disbelief.
Still doesn't work.
Haha, he didn't expect that this strange junior sister would actually force out his strongest trump card!
Cheng Lingfeng laughed loudly, holding his breath, and used all his strength to perform his strongest move, shouting out the name of the sword move angrily -
"Cang Yun Jiang Long Zhan!"
The next moment.
The sword was bounced away and fell to the ground with a "pa".
Compared to his domineering roar just now, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.
He looked blankly at the sword on the ground, then at the girl opposite him.
She remained unmoved and even lifted her sleeves to yawn quietly. He was close enough to see that her beautiful eyes were somewhat sleepy, making them look even more charming.
Cheng Lingfeng's face turned pale and red, and finally he bowed to Wen Yun silently, picked up the sword and walked off the stage in a daze.
But the person next to him was still stabbing a knife into his heart.
"Alas, Junior Sister Wen is indeed a stunning beauty, but why is Senior Brother Cheng being so sympathetic to her at a time like this?"
I am not.
"Yeah, I couldn't bear to swing my sword after seeing her legs go limp and sit on the ground!"
I don't!
"Ah, seeing how talented he is, he has fallen for the honey trap..."
Don't talk nonsense!
Cheng Lingfeng was devastated and couldn't explain himself, so he covered his chest and ran away quickly.
Xu Wanfeng smiled so hard that her peach blossom eyes almost narrowed into slits.
"Hahaha, it's worthy of being the magic weapon given to me by my master. It's really useful."
Wen Yun, the winner, went to draw the number for the second round. Before going on stage, someone suddenly came over and tugged at her clothes.
Bai Yushan, with gauze still wrapped on his face, seemed to think that this outfit was too weird, so he wore a mask today.
He didn't know that this was actually very strange.
Bai Yushan said in a serious tone: "The Jiaoyi was also given by Master, and it is no worse than the Xuanwu Shell."
Wen Yun wondered: "So?"
He was eager to try: "Try wearing the dragon robe next time."
"… "
What’s wrong with you people from the Tenth Peak!
No wonder your master gave you defensive magic weapons. Could it be that your disciples are too naive and afraid of being beaten to death
Although he was speechless about his senior brother's bad taste, Wen Yun still put on the dragon robe before going on stage.
The size of this dress can actually change according to the body shape, and the material is as light as gauze, sparkling in the sun. The sleeves of the dress flutter as the wearer walks, and the tiny dragon scales seem to glow like stars, so beautiful that it is like a dream.
Wen Yun was born beautiful, and she was pure and gorgeous even without makeup. Now, with the dragon robe as a backdrop, she was even more eye-catching.
As soon as Wen Yun stepped onto the stage, he saw his opponent staring at him with wide eyes.
She cupped her hands and politely introduced herself: "Tenth Peak, Wen Yun."
The other party finally reacted, took a breath and tried to turn his face away: "The second peak is Wang Cai."
After half a cup of tea, Wang, who had exhausted all his strength but failed to hurt Wen Yun at all, came down with a look of doubt on his face.
The crowd watching the show were so disappointed: "Another guy who is too obsessed with beauty to take action!"
Wang Cai: "I did it! I used all my strength! My hands are shaking now!"
"She stood there motionless, and she didn't even want to stab out with the sword!"
Wang Cai: "No, I tried to stab it, but it didn't go in!"
However, everyone ignored Wang Cai's argument and continued to discuss: "Fortunately, her next opponent is the senior sister from the Sixth Peak, who will definitely not be fooled by her beauty again."
They didn't have to wait too long, and the senior sister from the Sixth Peak also came down exhausted.
Her hands were shaking even more violently, and she could barely hold the sword, let alone talk to anyone else.
The people who didn't know the truth were horrified: "Even Senior Sister couldn't bring herself to do it? How could this Junior Sister Wen be so terrifying?!"