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Chapter 4 If you want to win, you need to rely on more than just force (2)

There were many kinds of ladies that grew up from a wealthy family. For example, the one in front of Xing Yun was a vengeful type of lady.

As for why Xing Yun could understand it so clearly, it was not that he could read people's minds, but that Xing Ya had told him over the voice transmission magic. Her appearance was also the fundamental reason why Xing Ya hid so far.

——It could be said that Xing Ya was a girl who had a good temper, but even she was also annoyed by this girl. So it could be seen how troubled this girl was.

"Since it is a meeting gift from Lady Mu, naturally I would not refuse," Xing Yun smiled slightly. His body swayed slightly, and then the two boxes of Heavenly Pivot Illusion Dew that was about to hit him appeared in his hands.

The lady who was known as Lady Mu also had a transparent circular object.

"Since you have given the meeting gift, I hope lady Mu wouldn't refuse my return gift as well."

Unlike his identity as an elder, Xing Yun's behavior was more like an ordinary disciple.

As the saying goes, no one would be mad at smiling people. Xing Yun had already treated Mu Ling'er as his equal, it could already be seen as an apology.

In addition, the things he had just taken out just happened to be particularly suitable, or even be described as what she needed the most at the present stage, if she continued to dwell on this matter, then she would really get into trouble.

No one would be able to save her.

"Spiritual Taming Ring is not a precious thing, but it can also be regarded as a relatively rare thing."

At this time, Xing Ya also came to help Xing Yun.

"Ling'er, since Junior Sister has already apologized to you, you should..."

"Okay, okay. I'm not that self-willed kid anymore," Mu Ling'er wrinkled her nose at Xing Ya. This performance basically contradicted what she had just said, "and I mainly just came to see Little Martial Granduncle. Mhm, it is a fair fight, and I admit defeat. Little Martial Granduncle, if you have time, please do come to Thousand Spirits Peak."

With that, the fluffy "scarf" around her neck moved a few times.

Immediately afterwards, a cute little head suddenly raised from the snowy white fluff, and blinked its small black eyes at Xing Yun cleverly, as if it was repeating what Mu Ling'er had just said.

Xing Yun was not stupid. First, Xing Ya didn't use her own strength but only used the sword formation, then there was Mu Ling'er, who didn't summon her spirit beast. He knew that those two people had been going easy on him.

He didn't know if this was an instruction from those elders, but he felt that it was necessary to talk to the opposite. If she was ordered to go easy on him, then he might as well give up competing completely.

"Then Ling'er won't delay Little Martial Granduncle's preparation for the next match," Mu Ling'er played with the Spiritual Taming Ring in her hand and left.

After sending away the girl, Xing Yun spoke out his thoughts very directly.

Xing Ya was dazed for a moment when she heard the words, and then smiled helplessly.

"You little brat really think that everyone in the sect wants to spoil you? Yes, I indeed went easy on her, but if Ling'er also went easy on her, would she come here to vent her anger?"

"Who knows what she is thinking." Xing Yun shrugged.

"Her spirit mink is not a combat-type spirit beast, and it takes a certain amount of time for the main ability of the spirit mink to activate. You didn't give her time to activate the abilities earlier, so naturally, she would be defeated by you."

"I simply wanted to confuse my opponents, but i didn't expect that it would become like this.."

Xing Yun shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The reason why Xing Yun did not take the initiative to fight against Xing Ya and Mu Ling'er head-on was precisely that he wanted to confuse his future opponents. He wanted them to mistakenly believe that his fighting style was always using tricks and sneak attacks.

In this way, when it was really necessary to fight head-on, there would be a certain advantage.

"You little brat, don't think that much." Knocking on Xing Yun's forehead, Xing Ya pointed to the notice that appeared above his head, "it's time to go to the fighting platform for the next competition. Don't lose the fight, do you understand? If you lose, not only you but Ling'er and I will also lose face."

Xing Yun nodded and flew to the fighting platform named Double Sand Domain by himself.

At first glance, the fighting platform named Double Sand Domain seemed to be a desolate desert.

But after actually setting foot on that barren area, Xing Yun realized why it was called Double Sand Domain.

Double the sand storm, the double yellow sand, the silence and loneliness, and... the double desert like the world in the mirror.

The concept of "sky" did not exist in this small world. Looking up, the place where the sky should be was actually an incomparably vast desert like the place where he stepped on. This world seemed to be composed of two deserts, or it was sandwiched by two sandy fields.

Connecting the two deserts was that violent black and yellow sand tornado. They slowly moved and roared between the two deserts, like the sky pillars supporting the sandy domain and preventing them from colliding with each other.

Xing Yun couldn't figure out why a dark space without obvious light sources would be as bright as daylight, but he could deeply feel that the two-layered sea of sand was far more simple than what he saw.

——Because there was no desert heat here, there was just coldness here.

Raising the sword in his hand, Xing Yun gently flicked off the frost that had condensed on it.

"Tsk, if ordinary people come in, they will definitely be frozen into ice."

Blowing out a warm breath, Xing Yun covered himself with a blanket that was the same as the color of sand.

He didn't take the initiative to find his opponent. He just used the yellow carpet to hide himself, waiting for the opponent to find him.

Unlike Mu Ling'er, who could only rely on her relatively weak body to fight without the assistance of the spirit beast, the opponent in this match quickly found him.

The fast-moving phantom told Xing Yun that this opponent should be a disciple of the Formless Peak. While he was thinking about how to deal with that person, his opponent suddenly came to the place where he was hiding.

The phantom raised its hand and pushed forward, sending out turbulent ripples. It caused waves of ripples in the area where Xing Yun was located.

Those ripples were not harmful, but they were enough to completely expose the existence of Xing Yun.

"Little Martial Granduncle, in front of the Formless Peak's fighting technique, hiding is not a good choice."

This voice was very familiar to Xing Yun, but he also felt that something wasn't right.

Pulling away the yellow carpet, Xing Yun got up and looked straight at the formless phantom.

"Oh, is it Yueyao?"

"Yes."

"Yes, my ass."

Suddenly, a violent sword lunge instantly repelled the phantom that claimed to be Leng Yueyao.

The phantom was moving back extremely fast, and even Xing Yun was difficult to lock it immediately.

He breathed out gently and felt that something was approaching him from behind. He slowly turned around, raising his hand and stabbing out with a sword again.

Chapter 4 If you want to win, you need to rely on more than just force (3)

Ding--

The crisp sound of the steel clash rang, and then, centered on it, a violent air wave suddenly swept all around.

Boom--

The dust floating in the extremely cold air was blown away in an instant, and the desert below was also sinking several inches due to the shock wave created by this mere blow.

The two people didn't seem to be affected by the desert. Outside the impact range, there was a roaring sandstorm.

The two sharp blades wrapped in True Vital Energy did not touch each other, but at this time, they burst out with a dazzling light. At the moment when Xing Yun wanted to change his move, he suddenly discovered the abnormality of the sharp weapon in his opponent's hand.

It was the Nameless Sword.

That was the sword that had accompanied Yun Dan during his trial in the mortal world. sword to the end of the world, and it was the sword that had passed to Xing Ya. She treated this sword as her most precious sword, and never let this sword leave her.

Looking up, the illusory disguise faded like water waves, and Xing Ya's face was reflected in Xing Yun's line of sight.

"Junior sister, you..."

"Tsk."

Before "Xing Ya" had finished speaking, Xing Yun raised his foot and kicked her belly.

The speed of the action actually left the opponent with no room for reaction.

"No matter how unreliable Shang Qing Sect is, it is impossible for them to be so stupid to allow Xing Ya to fight again."

Looking contemptuously at the figure that had been smashed into the sand, long swords slowly emerged from behind Xing Yun one by one.

At this time, the sword formation could already reveal a sense of pressure. It was no longer suspended disorderly in the air as it used to be, and each long sword echoed with each other.

However, the most shocking thing was that there was no trace of True Vital Energy between the seemingly connected blades.

It was like the sword formation was running on its own and rotating on its own.

"Aiya... Hehehe, I still can't fool you, little Martial Uncle..."

"Xing Ya" sat up from the sand dunes. While scratching her hair, she smiled and lifted the magic on her body.

When the magic was lifted, "Xing Ya" became Jian Xing who always gave Xing Yun headaches.

She patted off the dust from her body and drew out the Bright Star Sword.

"Since you have seen through my disguise, then there is no need to use illusionary magic. Martial Uncle..."

Bang--

Still, Xing Yun kicked her without letting her finish her words.

It was completely different from the kick he had thrown out earlier. This time, the kick with full strength was enough to disrupt the blood and qi circulation inside a cultivator's body.

"You know what, I suggest that you continue to pretend to be Jian Xing. In this way, I will have no problem beating you. I will end you quickly, so you won't suffer."

Jian Xing who was preparing to adjust her breath outside the fighting platform shuddered suddenly.

She looked up at the live broadcast panels of various fighting platforms floating in the sky, found the live broadcast of Xing Yun's match. Then her mouth twitched repeatedly.

"That's a pretty bad decision to turn into me... Does that guy not know that Martial Uncle doesn't like me?..."

It turned out that even Jian Xing herself knew that Xing Yun didn't like her. However, she still didn't want to change.

"Good luck, the guy who used my appearance. Also, I will never forgive you for taking away my job of being the punching bag of martial uncle! Only I can be martial uncle's punching bag!"

Xing Yun's opponents had really made a terrible decision to use Jian Xing's image. Not only did it offend Jian Xing, but it also caused Xing Yun to use sword formation.

Yun Xia, the hooligan woman who would love to see the world burn, could not even bear to look at the fight directly.

She covered her eyes with her hands, and then through the fingers gaps, she cheered in a low voice.

"Old Seven, pay attention to your image!" Sage Yun Qing was also surprised by the scene, his eyes were full of excitement. But he was trying his best to contain his excitement and act like a calm and collected Supreme Elder. "Maybe Yun Yun will pan the camera over, and then..."

"Yes, yes," Yun Xia rolled her eyes at her senior brother, and immediately gestured to the large screen not far away, "are you satisfied? I have trained her more than a year to..."

"What!

One year! ”

Hearing other people exclaiming in unison, Yun Xia was startled that she jumped back several meters.

Immediately afterward, the shock on her face was changed into shyness.

"Yes, during the time I spent with her in that year, we have done so many things that it is so embarrassing to remember!"

Ignoring Yun Xia's acting, Xing Yun's real master showed a gratified smile.

"I didn't expect him to be this talented. He is probably as talented as Old Seven and Old Twelve."

"Old man, I'm warning you, if you keep bragging about me, I will run away from the sect like Old Eight."

Old Twelve moved a few steps away from Sage Yun Qing, as if the words he just said would make him ugly.

However, the facts actually like what Sage Yun Qing said.

He was particularly optimistic about the future of Yun Xia and Yun Twelve back then, but then the two of them had major accidents while practicing. And later he was optimistic about the future of Xing He's future. But then, Xing He's cultivation had been delayed for a long time by the position of the sect leader. This was why whenever he bragged about someone, people would want to stop him.

So when Sage Yun Qing now openly stated that he was optimistic about Xing Yun's, Yun Xia naturally wanted to fight him desperately on the spot.

"Die you old tortoise! Xing Yun is your own disciple! How can you do this to him?"

"Huh? What did I do? I just praised him. What is wrong with that?" .

"Your praise is deadly to others, you will ruin other people's future!"

"I..."

"Shut your mouth! If you have any objections, I will definitely tell Yun'er about this!"

Sage Yun Qing, "..."

It was not the first time for Yun Xia and Yun Qing to argue with each other, so Yun Dan turned his attention back to the match.

At this time, being attacked by Xing Yun's sword formation repeatedly, his opponent, the disciple from the Star Picking Peak, finally raised three fingers and admitted defeat.

This disciple also had no other choice, the sword formation had shredded his clothes to pieces. If he didn't admit defeat now, he might become completely naked soon.

Chapter 4 If you want to win, you need to rely on more than just force (4)

Auspice and Divine Opportunity were very mysterious things. Even the cultivators who often use these things could hardly explain their essence.

Of course, it was not ruled out that cultivators only cared about practicing their cultivators and taking other people's treasures, and they had no intention of studying them, but even without a deeper understanding, these things about luck could be used by cultivators as weapons.

If you look at it this way, the existence of this kind of cultivator was quite powerful. After all, they could even use this kind of mysterious thing...

In short, cultivators would incur bad karma in some way on the path of cultivation.

Although Purple Auspicious Qi was not the nemesis of bad karmas, it would dispel evil thoughts brought by the bad karmas.

The sword formation that Xing Yun used was able to produce this kind of auspicious qi. But because he didn't control the power of the sword formation, not only did he dispel the evil thoughts of his opponent, but he even shredded the guy's clothes into pieces.

He also had no other choices, if he didn't use his full strength, he would not be able to defeat the golden core stage disciples.

Being able to tear the opponent's clothes was already considered breaking the opponent's defense, and this kind of achievement may not be able to be achieved by other disciples of the foundation establishment.

After all, it was a difference of two stages.

After confirming the victory, Xing Yun came out of the fighting platform. But he noticed that some of the core disciples who participated in the competition had begun to look weird when looking at him.

They didn't question the strength of Xing Yun. After all, the tournament stipulated that participants could not disguise their cultivation base. Those who were discovered would be sent to a dark room, so everyone knew that Xing Yun had the strength of foundation establishment.

But it was the fact that with the strength of the foundation establishment, he actually defeated three people with the strength of Destiny Golden Core stage.

—— Does this little marital granduncle... have some kind of strange habit of tearing people's clothes...

It was understandable why people would think it this way. Throughout the three matches of Xing Yun, when he faced Xing Ya, and he blew up Xing Ya causing her clothes to be disheveled; when he fought against Mu Linger, he forced her to take off her clothes; now he directly shredded the clothes of the disciple of the Star Picking Peak into pieces.

With such a gradual progress...

His opponent in the fourth match would probably end up the same.

Even the onlookers had this kind of thought in their minds, let alone his opponent in the next match. Logically, before the next match started, this opponent of Xing Yun in the next match should quickly make corresponding preparations.

And this opponent was also indeed prepared, but her preparation was a bit strange.

At this time, her cheeks were flushed strangely, and the trembling of the whole body was not caused by the fear of being torn clothes, but by the emotion called excitement that welled up from the bottom of her heart.

At this time, her resolute, bloodshot eyes were also full of irritation. The person paced back and forth anxiously outside the floating area as if she was struggling to make some kind of decision.

Just a moment’s effort, the pacing area was crushed by a few inches, but no one came up to persuade the person to calm down, no one came to comfort her irritation, and no one helped her to make a decision.

In the end, all the distress and struggle turned into a loud roar.

"Ah~!"

Not only the spectators who watched the match but also the high-ranking elders were stunned by this strange roar; all their mouths were twitching.

At this time, the sect leader Xing He's head was fuming smoke, and the violent sword aura swept everything around him.

However, just as he was about to pull out the Clear Jade Divine Sword that represented the identity of the sect leader at his waist, the phantom of Sage Yun Qing who suddenly appeared next to him, gently pressed his hand holding the sword.

Sage Yun Qing smiled very kindly, like an elderly person who had experienced many things in the past. He shook his head slightly, and his figure disappeared slowly.

Xing He released the hilt of his sword and turned to look at the other elders.

People who looked at Xing He turned their faces aside, and even those elders who were angry with Xing Yun's performance and seemed extremely upright at the time. They all pretended that they did not see it.

His gaze passed through the space and fell straight on Jian Xing's body. Taoist Master Xing He hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the sound transmission.

—— Being true to one's own heart is the doctrine of the Sword Peak. As long as she is happy...

Yes, the person who had been pacing back and forth and finally uttered a loud roar was officially his closed-door disciple Jian Xing.

The reason why she did this was that she was struggling to make a choice. From her personal point of view, letting her marital granduncle tear her clothes could satisfy her desires very much, but her master was the sect leader, so in this way, it would definitely make him lose face.

Under the fierce struggle between desire and reason, she finally burned her brain.

Xing Yun, who came to the entrance of the fighting platform, saw Jian Xing lying on the ground like a dead dog. At that time, he took out his sword and poked to see if she was still alive.

But no matter how he stabbed her, she just didn't move. When he finally lifted his sword and was about to hack down, Jian Xing jumped up from the ground.

"Little Martial Granduncle, you are finally here. Next time I suggest you don’t poke face, you can poke my butts, that area has more meat... it is more comfortable..."

Hearing this, Xing He almost wanted to take out the sword again.

'The whole sect is watching the live broadcast, can you say something serious! ?

You don't want any face but I want it!"

"You and I will be your opponent soon, I know what you want to say," Xing Yun put away the sword and turned towards the fighting platform. "If you really want me to have a good impression of you, don't go easy on me. I hate this kind of privilege."

"Even if you didn't say it, I will not do it."

Different from being as silly as just now, Jian Xing at this time suddenly became like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed.

The fierce breath spread in all directions, and the fierce fighting intent soared into the sky, breaking through the clouds.

"I hope Martial Granduncle can use all your strength, otherwise, you will lose very quickly."

Hearing this, the corners of Xing Yun's mouth curved into a satisfactory smile.

What Xing Yun was most afraid of was that Jian Xing would deliberately go easy on him because of his identity.

Now with this guarantee, Xing Yun could finally use all his strength in the coming match, to test his five years of training result.

Yes, Jian Xing was the only person in the whole sect that would make him use his full strength without any psychological pressure. She was a masochist anyway.

The fighting platform for the fourth match was a weird space where he could not see himself clearly.

At this time, the world gave Xing Yun the feeling of being in the vacuum space of the universe, the only difference was that there were no thousands of stars.

Quiet, endless silence.

However, just as he collected his mind and put all his energy into searching for Jian Xing, a bright light suddenly exploded in an unknown place, as if the universe was born in an instant. the chaotic air swept across the entire world and a bright sword light that was carried by it directly shooting toward him.

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