Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 190 The wind is whistling?

"How could this happen!?" Lian Gouqie blurted out, his nails almost piercing his palm.

Qin Feng's face was gloomy. "Lin Qinlan is ruthless. The gap between your cultivation level and hers is huge... If you really can't do it, it's better to admit defeat than to be tortured by her."

It's no wonder these two are so nervous. Zhao Dazui is still unconscious, a lesson learned from the previous incident. Wei Xi, who had just been so close to him, was only getting paid more.

Without thinking too much, Qin Feng knew that Lin Qinlan was probably grinning from ear to ear.

"Her cultivation is higher than mine," Wei Xi said, regaining his composure after a brief moment of confusion. "But if I surrender without a fight, won't she be too proud?"

"Besides, I clashed with her today. Will she let me go if I surrender tomorrow? What awaits me is nothing but humiliation and torture. I'd better plan carefully."

Ximen Wuyang did not stop Lian Gou from surrendering because there was no major conflict between the two.

He had thoroughly satisfied his own craving for words with Lin Qinlan. Judging from her words and actions, Lin regarded Qin Feng as her mortal enemy, and Wei Xi didn't think she would let go of her mortal enemy's friend.

"It's not like I haven't defeated someone with a higher cultivation level before. This one just took a little more effort." Wei Xi took a deep breath. "Think about it carefully tonight. Let me meet Miss Lin tomorrow!"

Qin Feng and Lian Gouqie looked at each other and reached a consensus not to undermine Wei Xi's confidence.

The gap between foundation building and Qi refining is neither big nor small. The disciple of Xiuxiang Sect that Wei Xi defeated before, although one level higher than Wei Xi, was not a cultivator with strong attack power like a sword cultivator.

What's more, Wei Xi defeated Aibina, and [Landscape] played a great role. In fact, Wei Xi mobilized very little spiritual power.

The red line incident was also due to the effect of [Landscaping] in shrinking the monks, and no one noticed it at all.

When leaving Coral Bay, Wei Xi and the other two ran into the Huaixin faction team head-on.

Lin Qinlan looked at Wei Xi with interest, slowly pulled her sword out of the scabbard, raised it to her neck, and made a throat-cutting gesture.

Wei Xi held Qin Feng tightly and looked at the arrogant enemy without showing any weakness.

In reality, Wei Xi's eyes were calm: Even if I suffer some physical pain tomorrow, so what? As long as the arena can save my life, I may be able to retaliate.

That night, some were happy, others were sad. In the courtyards of the various sects' guest houses, many were engaged in night battles by lamplight, while others were sound asleep. This added a touch of excitement to the Zhenhai Sect, which had yet to recover its vitality.

I don't know whether the sword will shine brightly before the battle, but I am sure that I am exhausted.

The next morning, Wei Xi appeared in Coral Bay with dark circles under her eyes. She ran into Ge Cang head-on. Seeing her like this, the blue-robed monk sighed, opened his mouth, unsure what to say, and walked away with his head down.

Wei Xi didn't have the energy to pay attention to Ge Cang's busy thoughts. She had a fierce battle to fight today.

Last night, Wei Xi stayed up late for a rare occasion. He took out all his family assets and looked through them. He also made various combinations of the talismans on hand, just to have a better chance of winning.

Wei Xi even spent eighty high-grade spirit stones to buy a blank talisman, sealing Qin Feng's move in it.

Fortunately, Qin Feng is still in the foundation-building stage, and the talismans needed to seal her moves are not expensive, otherwise Wei Xi would be bankrupt again.

"Take this," Qin Feng, looking exhausted, handed Gao Han to Wei Xi, as if he had made a great decision. "It's me that Lin Qinlan wants to humiliate. I cut off many of her swords back then. Now you take Gao Han, and she'll feel better after she's cut them off."

Wei Xi took Gao Han, his wrist sank, and looked at Qin Feng, "Don't say such things in the future. A sword is for a hero, what's the point of it being for me?"

"It's true that Lin wants to humiliate you, but even if I give up Gao Han, she won't let me go. Just look at Zhao Dazui and you'll know."

Wei Xi had no intention of making peace with Lin Qinlan. Neither of them was amenable, and only a fight could vent their anger. The loser would continue to hold onto the hatred, as was the way many grudges between cultivators accumulated until one side perished and the other was wiped out.

Wei Xi relied on the ring to save her life, so she dared to stand here and prepare to fight with Lin Qinlan, otherwise she would have run away long ago. It is better to lose face than to lose her life.

Lian Gouyue yawned and pushed Gaohan back into Qin Feng's hands. "You treasure this sword so much. If Wei Xi really gets it, wouldn't the Huaixin Sect's people be even more excited? It would torture Wei Xi alone and make you two suffer. It's such a good deal."

Qin Feng accepted the offer, looking somewhat dejected. "...I'm at fault for this. I should have been more ruthless before, so she wouldn't dare to cause trouble again!"

"It's the same with her today," Lian Gouyue said without fear of trouble. "If you ask me, whatever she did to Wei Xi, we'll get back at her after we get off the stage. She'll just have to avoid us from now on!"

He had proposed this plan last night, and Wei Xi threw the calculated material ratios to him to shut him up.

It wasn't that Wei Xi didn't want to do something shady, but breaking the rules made it hard to avoid being targeted. And since she still wanted the information Li Chun had, she had no choice but to follow the rules and fight for her life.

When the time came, the third round of competition officially began.

Last night, Qin Feng explained to Wei Xi the basic sword techniques practiced by the Huaixin School.

Therefore, before going on stage, Wei Xi paid attention to the competition of the Huaixin School disciples.

After taking a look at it this way, Wei Xi could really see something.

The basic swordsmanship that the Huaixin School disciples practiced uniformly consisted of eighteen styles, which could be described as both offensive and defensive.

However, this sword technique emphasizes growth, and cannot exert its full power during the foundation-building stage, and the cultivator's movements are not smooth.

Translated into human language, it means: Huaixin Sect's basic swordsmanship is prepared for those who have already formed a pill. From the design of the moves to the consumption of spiritual power, even cultivators who have already established their foundation cannot handle it.

Another reason that Wei Xi didn't know was that under the guidance of the concept of the survival of the fittest, ordinary disciples of the Huaixin Sect rarely received corresponding guidance, and their grasp of basic swordsmanship was inevitably unsatisfactory.

In short, Wei Xi's eyes lit up. This might be the opportunity that he had been missing in last night's series of doomed rehearsals.

"How's Lin Qinlan's swordsmanship?" Wei Xi pointed at the two Huaixin disciples fighting fiercely on the stage. "Will this kind of stagnation occur?"

Qin Feng, who was proficient in swordsmanship, immediately said, "Although she is not as good as her brother, her mastery of Huaixin School swordsmanship can be described as proficient."

"Lin Qinlan rarely makes mistakes like hand tremors or improper distribution of spiritual energy that lead to choppy moves."

Basically it won't happen, but in Wei Xi's ears it becomes "it might happen."

If Wei Xi could find a way to make Lin Qinlan reveal this flaw, he would probably be able to have her severely injured by the talisman.

Qin Feng felt that he still had to give her some advice: "If you're thinking about finding flaws in Lin Qinlan's swordsmanship, it's unlikely."

Wei Xi knew that what Qin Feng said made sense. Apart from anything else, anyone who could provoke Qin Feng would not be weak.

The blood on the ring was washed away by the rolling waves, and Wei Xi, who was about to go on stage, inexplicably felt a sense of solemnity.

　Thank you all for your support and understanding! I've been so busy lately, one thing after another, that I can't stop.

　　I took the train yesterday morning, and after a night of tossing and turning, I finally arrived at my destination. I then ran back and forth between Xicheng and Dongcheng several times. Today, I took a five-hour intensive training course and am still reviewing the materials.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)