Borrowing a sword

Chapter 137 The Swordless One's First Signs of Power

This year's East Continent Grand Competition was absolutely spectacular.

Not only are there many outstanding talents gathered here, but there are also frequent upsets?

However, once the number of upsets becomes too frequent, it no longer counts as an upset.

People gradually realized that the two rough but good-looking body cultivators and the stunningly beautiful junior sister who was like a female sword immortal were both exceptionally strong!
From the perspective of what makes it interesting, the competition between the three of them seems to be more worth watching.

As a result, every time Chu Huaixu and others took the stage, the area around the ring would be packed with people, making them the largest audience group.

You know what, humans are ultimately visual creatures.

It's like the Olympics, where everyone is very strong, but if an athlete is particularly attractive, they will definitely receive more attention.

Of the three, one was handsome, one was stunningly beautiful, and the other was androgynous.

It can be said to encompass almost all aesthetic tastes.

People like Lang Yue and Shen Miaoyun now appear to be die-hard fans of Chu Huaixu.

Boasting to everyone they meet is their basic practice.

This made the dead fox sigh, "Alas, his personal charisma is undeniable; there's nothing he can do about it!"

Today is the fifth round of the competition.

Han Shuangjiang's draw number is relatively early, so it will be conducted in the morning.

As before, all 20 arenas in the martial arts arena are open, and several matches will be held simultaneously.

Therefore, the direction in which people go reveals which area has a higher concentration of practitioners.

The big ice block's appearance is the kind that appeals to both men and women; even women are captivated by her, leading to a crowd gathering around the arena.

Fortunately, Chu Huaixu was a body cultivator, and if he insisted on squeezing in, no one could stop him.

"That Xu is really something, he only shows up when he wants to compete."

"I wonder what kind of special training they're undergoing every day," he thought to himself.

Jiang Zhi's openly giving him special treatment clearly shows that she values ​​him more.

Chu Huaixu didn't seem to care about this.

Rounding up, isn't this just like this junior uncle from the Taoist sect is doing his best to train me as a henchman?
"Xiao Xu will always be one of my people," the angel investor thought to himself.

Han Shuangjiang's competition officially began at this moment.

Her luck with the draw remained very bad.

And for some reason, she always manages to draw people from the Taoist sect.

Today's draw is named Ruan Qiu, who is also a character in the first edition of Chu Huaixu's "The Kill List".

This woman was quite pretty, but she paled in comparison to Han Shuangjiang.

You can doubt the strength of the third-rate sect, the Joyful Sect, but you cannot question its aesthetic sense!

This Senior Sister Ruan Qiu is also at the Great Perfection of the First Realm, and her overall strength is roughly equivalent to 1.4 Ding Bolins.

Without using the [Reincarnation Sword Intent], Han Shuangjiang only has a slight advantage.

Only after a wisp of sword intent is used can the outcome be determined.

Up until now, she has never recklessly used the [Reincarnation Sword Intent].

Chu Huaixu had witnessed her "complete form," and he knew very well just how powerful the large ice block would be in that situation!

"The second abbot, Yan Shen, is the strongest among the disciples of the Dao Ancestor," he thought to himself.

"The sword intent she inherited is indeed terrifying."

Ruan Qiu was utterly defeated and completely convinced of his defeat.

At the outer gate of the Taoist sect, the male-to-female ratio is six to four.

She said to Han Shuangjiang with great poise, "Junior Sister Han, you must do your best. If a female champion can emerge in this year's Eastern Continent Competition, I will be extremely happy."

Even though Big Ice had already bet on Chu Huaixu to win at the casino, she still nodded solemnly in front of Ruan Qiu, not wanting to embarrass her.

At noon, the main topic of conversation among everyone was Han Shuangjiang, who once again amazed everyone.

The news that she was suspected of possessing sword intent had spread far and wide.

Many Taoist disciples had previously favored Chang Le and Ji Sikong the most.

Nowadays, many people believe that Han Shuangjiang is the number one Taoist in this generation!

This is only because she has not yet reached the Great Perfection of the First Realm, and others do not know that she has the Profound Yin Body; otherwise, the winds would probably be blowing in one direction.

At the dinner table, Big Ice Cube looked at Chu Huaixu and said, "Didn't you always look forward to sparring with a sword cultivator? You finally got to draw one."

The swordless man nodded and said, "You're not a particularly suitable reference point, and the rank of [Partridge Sky] is too high. I need to spar with other sword cultivators more often to know roughly where my suppression ability falls within."

Han Shuangjiang could roughly understand the meaning of those words, so she nodded slightly.

She had already silently mourned for the swordsman opposite her.

Of course, there was also a hint of schadenfreude.

The reason is simple: the other party is from the Sword Sect!

She has been a member of the Taoist sect for some time now and is beginning to be assimilated by its atmosphere.

Seeing the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect being overwhelmed by the sword cultivators of the Daoist Sect makes one feel a bit more relieved.

As the competition time approached, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang arrived at the training ground together.

Now it's the fifth round, and occasionally some sect leaders and even great cultivators will appear in the audience.

However, those terrifying beings at the eighth realm have never come here.

At this moment, high above the clouds, a great cultivator stood in the air, looking down at the martial arts arena below.

They won't get too close to avoid causing any impact.

Among them was the leader of the first-class sect, Wuyou Valley, a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Fifth Realm, named Mo Tenglong.

Previously, his disciples from Wuyou Valley had been defeated by this body cultivator's martial arts, which enraged him greatly.

However, as Chu Huaixu's reputation grew, Mo Tenglong began to realize that this young man was definitely extraordinary, and today he couldn't help but come to take a look.

"The methods of body cultivation have always been the fewest among all types of cultivators."

"I'd like to see what kind of surprise you have in store for me today." As for Geng Tianhe and the others, they were there to watch every match between Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang.

For Zhao Xinghan and Kui Muquan, this was a task assigned by their seniors, and the man and woman were indeed very strange.

However, Geng Tianhe had a vague feeling that Han Shuangjiang and Chu Huaixu had an extraordinary relationship!

"They do look somewhat like a Daoist couple?" He felt a little uneasy.

Sword cultivators are among the proudest people in the world.

Based on his understanding and values, he never imagined that this female sword cultivator, who amazed him so much, would fall for such a crude body cultivator.

"Could it be just because he's handsome?" Geng Tianhe couldn't believe that such a proud and talented woman would be so shallow!
Therefore, his current mindset is more like seeing what kind of quality this Chu Huaixu really is!
Sure enough, the couple arrived together again today, side by side.

"His opponent today is Junior Brother Mo from my Sword Sect, and his strength is not bad!" Geng Tianhe thought to himself.

Chu Huaixu stepped onto the stage and began the registration process.

After completing the entire procedure, he bowed and greeted Mo Lingfeng opposite him.

Mo Lingfeng had slightly dark skin and a resolute face.

The sword in his hand had a rather unique design, with a hilt that was longer than that of an ordinary sword.

The competition officially began, and Mo Lingfeng reached out and drew his sword.

The next moment, he couldn't help but let out a sound:
"Ok?"

A mountain breeze blew across the arena.

—The sword was not drawn.

Mo Lingfeng's sword is named Tian Shi (Heavenly Stone).

This sword is named after the fact that it is made of meteorite iron from outer space.

This sword, as his natal spiritual weapon, was nourished by him day and night.

For sword cultivators, the sword is the most important companion in their lives!
He looked down at the Heavenly Stone Sword with great surprise, then looked up at Chu Huaixu.

Chu Huaixu simply stood there opposite him, his hands behind his back, doing nothing.

At first, Mo Lingfeng also looked down on the crude body cultivators.

But the other party was so dignified that he didn't make a move until I drew my sword, which immediately made me feel much more favorably toward him!
He lowered his head and drew his sword again.

"Um?!"

I still can't pull it out!

This made him realize the seriousness of the problem.

On this arena, the only one who would tamper with his sword is his opponent!

As expected of a crude body cultivator, what kind of underhanded tricks did he use?
"What did you do to my sword?" Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but ask.

Chu Huaixu looked at him and simply smiled slightly.

Below the arena, everyone looked at each other, completely baffled as to why Mo Lingfeng, a sword cultivator from the Sword Sect, couldn't even draw his sword.

Geng Tianhe frowned deeply, feeling that the scene on stage was extremely bizarre!
Mo Lingfeng held his sword horizontally in front of him, his right hand gripping the already long hilt tightly.

He gave a soft shout and began to circulate the spiritual energy within his body!
"Whoosh—!" The spirit sword was drawn an inch from its sheath.

Chu Huaixu, dressed in a black robe, stood against the wind, then took a step forward, and the small sword in his sea of ​​consciousness was activated once again.

The moment the foot landed, the longsword, which had been drawn an inch from its sheath, was sheathed again!

Mo Lingfeng's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at the other person in disbelief.

Below the arena, gasps of surprise began to rise and fall.

The scene before my eyes was truly breathtaking.

The body cultivator took a step forward, and then he couldn't draw his sword again.

The sword spirit that was in tune with Mo Lingfeng's mind was now like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

It didn't respond to him at all!
"What evil tricks did you use on my Heavenly Stone Sword?!" Mo Lingfeng's heart was instantly thrown into chaos, and he began to worry about his natal sword.

The Daoist sect and the Sword Sect were never on good terms, so Chu Huaixu naturally saw them as the best test subjects.

He remained silent, standing in the wind, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Mo Lingfeng let out an angry roar and began to circulate his spiritual power at full force!
"I don't care what underhanded tricks or evil methods you used!"

"But you should have made your move now!"

"With your arrogance, you'll only end up losing!"

His spiritual energy surged wildly as he forcefully pulled the Heavenly Stone Sword from its sheath.

He thrust forward suddenly, but found that the sword in his hand was not as easy to handle as before.
Normally, for a sword cultivator, their natal sword should be as easy to wield as an extension of their own arm.

But today is different from usual, even the sword moves in his hands are starting to become somewhat deformed.

The sword spirit still didn't respond to him, but it seemed very disobedient.

At this moment, this sword strike appeared full of flaws in the eyes of the swordsman opposite him, who possessed a clear understanding of swordsmanship.

Chu Huaixu sighed softly.

He was somewhat disappointed with his opponent from the Sword Sect; this was not the result he had hoped to achieve.

This sigh drove Mo Lingfeng to the brink of madness, making him even more ashamed and indignant.

The sword was already in front of him. This crude body cultivator raised his right hand and lightly flicked the blade with his fingers.

"bass--!"

The Heavenly Stone Sword was sent flying backward!
Mo Lingfeng's pupils suddenly contracted after losing the spirit sword.

The shock and trauma he experienced at the scene before him were unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"How could this be?! How could this happen?!"

Seeing his state, Chu Huaixu told him the truth.

“Because your sword fears me,” he said.

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