Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 177 Shooting the Net
Ju Luyi didn't expect that this simple gesture would immediately spark a discussion among the sisters around her.

"Huh? Senior Brother Song Yan... is he greeting Senior Sister Zhao?"

"No way……"

"Senior Sister Zhao, do you know Senior Brother Song?"

The purple-robed female cultivator seemed a little puzzled, but still nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm... last time, we probably met briefly in the market."

"Senior Brother Song only met you once, but he already remembers you, Senior Sister Zhao."

"Oh dear, could it be..."

Ju Luyi looked up blankly at her sisters who were having a heated discussion.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "So he was just greeting Senior Sister Zhao..."

"I thought there was something wrong with the Taoist robe we made for him before."

A heart that had been filled with self-doubt has finally found peace.

In the stands around the stadium, speculation about the outcome of this decisive match has been a very popular topic.

"In this decisive battle, it should be a foregone conclusion that Senior Brother Li Yi will be ranked first."

"That's right. But there are many variables regarding the position of the character '乙'."

"Senior Sister Yuwen Yao's strength goes without saying, and Senior Brother Song Yan can be considered a dark horse."

"Yes, Senior Brother Song's sword control technique is indeed exquisite, but upon closer inspection, he is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, so he is at a disadvantage in terms of accumulating spiritual power."

A small hand tugged at Song Yan's Taoist robe.

Looking back, Xiang Zhaoling's expression was very strange; if he had to choose one word to describe it...

That's cunning.

"Senior, they're all talking about you!"

Looking at this extremely dangerous girl, Song Yan felt a mix of emotions.

During the selection process, he actually didn't know much about the sect's prodigies like Li Yi and Yuwen Yao; on the contrary, he was extremely wary of Xiang Zhaoling.

Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to participate in much of the battle, and in the end, she only obtained a small amount of spirit runes.

But this did not make Song Yan lower his guard.

The night view outside Lingxifang is still vivid in my memory.

"Junior Sister Xiang, please stop joking with me. If we meet on stage, please show mercy."

Could I survive such a bizarre attack?
I don't know, but...

You can try!

Despite his apprehension, Song Yan was inexplicably excited by the prospect of a formidable enemy.

"Oh, dear brother, please don't call me Junior Sister Xiang anymore. It makes us seem too distant. We already..."

"Be careful what you say to my junior sister!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yan's face darkened, and he quickly interrupted her.

He knew this strange girl wouldn't say anything serious.

Sun Zhengfu, standing to the side, looked at him with a shocked expression, completely incredulous.

"Junior Brother Song, you...you all..."

That look in his eyes was like looking at a beast.

"No, Senior Brother Sun, this person of hers..."

Xiang Zhaoling covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she really enjoyed creating such misunderstandings.

Just as the three were making a ruckus, a loud bell suddenly rang out from the center of the dueling platform.

The once noisy dueling arena fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's eyes turned to the area below the massive stone sword mountain.

Seven jade chairs were arranged in a row, and the six peak masters had already taken their seats.

The seat in the very center, however, remained empty.

That position was reserved for the sect leader, Daoist Li Jun.

"quiet."

Elder Luo Xiaming, the peak master of Wipe Sword Peak, spoke slowly.

The sound echoed throughout the entire Sword Wiping Peak, and the Sword Wiping Peak Master was unusually dressed in formal robes today.

"Today, I'll keep it short."

"There are three rules for the decisive stage."

With a light tap of his fingertip, a massive cloud curtain slowly unfolded above Wiping Sword Peak.

Golden runes slowly emerged from it. "Firstly, the first round is a random draw elimination battle, with twenty-two advancing to eleven."

"Secondly, the second round is a round-robin tournament, in which the eleven advanced disciples will compete in a round-robin format, with each disciple having to fight one match against each of the other ten disciples."

"Two points for a win, one point for a draw, and zero points for a loss."

"The final rankings of the top ten disciples will be determined."

"In addition to the final ten disciples, the elders will comprehensively evaluate the disciples' performance in the sword-wielding selection stage and the decisive stage, and select two more as replacements."

"A total of twelve people will participate in the Longtan Mountain Nine Veins Summit three years later."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cultivators on the Sword Wiping Peak began to whisper among themselves.

"There's even a round-robin tournament..."

"For the disciples who are determined to win, today will likely be a fierce battle..."

“Senior Brother Li Yi is already capable of prolonged battles. In this way, Senior Brother Li Yi will become more and more courageous in battle, making it even more difficult for the other disciples to catch up with him.”

hum-

The sudden sound of sword energy piercing the air interrupted all the discussion.

All the elders present stood up at the same time and bowed to the sky in the direction of Dragon Head Peak.

"Welcome to the sect master!"

A sword light suddenly appeared from within the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, they landed in front of the middle seat.

The sword light dissipated, revealing the figures within.

Daoist Li Jun looked extremely young. This Golden Core cultivator was not dressed in fine clothes today, but only in a simple dark blue Daoist robe.

"let's start."

With these three simple words, the curtain officially rose on the decisive day.

……

The numbers drawn have already been given to each disciple.

There are only five dueling platforms in total, so only five duels can be held at the same time.

If a match ends early, a replacement match will be drawn in the next round, and a designated elder will provide notification.

Song Yan drew the number "seventeen".

"Central Sword Debate Platform, one against sixteen."

"Northwest Sword Debate Platform, two against seven."

"Northeast Sword Competition, three against fourteen."

"..."

As the disciples whose names were called out began to take the stage one by one, the discussions and shouts of the spectators around the peak began to rise, the sound waves soaring into the sky.

Song Yan was not called by name, so he leisurely began to observe the battle situation on the five dueling platforms.

What particularly caught his attention was the match between number two and number seven on the Northwest Sword Tournament stage.

It was a duel between an unknown disciple and Shao Sichao.

Shao Sichao had broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining at some point, and judging from his Taoist robe, he had joined Lingquan Peak.

The opponent was a disciple of Taiping Peak, whom Song Yan did not recognize and could not recall.

However, since they were able to get into this 22nd place, they must have some ability.

Looking at Shao Sichao on the stage, Song Yan kept recalling what Yan Xun had said when they were at Beiya Mountain.

"Senior Brother Shao, why would you lie about something so trivial..."

As they pondered, the battle on the stage was drawing to a close.

The other side was already starting to falter.

Shao Sichao's breathing remained calm, and a flash of blue light appeared in his palm.

It seemed as if a seed had burst open in his palm, with a blue aura swirling between his five fingers.

“Shoot the net”.

A beam of azure light shot out, instantly shattering the opponent's protective spiritual energy. At the same time, a wisp of azure light entered the opponent's body.

The inner disciple immediately stiffened, his movements slowed down, and he collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

The outcome has been decided.

"At the Northwest Sword Debate Arena, number seven, Shao Sichao, wins."

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